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The next morning, after Rita had screamed her throat raw over her stupidity regarding Theo, Peggie invited her to coffee at Coffee Anon. "To calm you down," she claimed.
"Coffee doesn't calm me down. It makes me hyper. You know that." Rita wrung her hands together.
'I know. But it's really fun to watch. Besides, we need to talk about Theo. You really do like him, don't you?"
"No. I don't. My heart is held for another." She clutched her chest grandly.
"Look, I hate to break it to you, but Leonardo D'Caprio is not only not going to marry you, he's not even popular anymore. It isn't cool to like him. Like N*Sync." She took a sip of her grande caramel mocha half caf, and continued. "They just aren't in anymore."
Rita slurped her smoothie. "The ways of the heart know not 'in' or 'out,' they know only love and passion."
"I seriously doubt-" Peggie was interrupted from what would probably be a horrible criticism of Leonardo D'Caprio by a girl dropping her venti Cafe Americano.
"Oh, crap crap crap crap crap," she said quickly, knocking a huge number of napkins to the floor. This didn't do much damage; they landed on the flood of coffee, but the small, black haired girl muttered loudly again. "Oh, double crap crap crap crap crap!"
"Hey, isn't that Nicole? She was in my Biology class, I think." Peggie squinted. "I think it is." She turned to look at Rita, but no one was there. Rita was on the floor, helping to mop up the coffee. Peggie ran to the counter.
"Hi. That girl over there just dropped her coffee. You should do something about that. Like maybe mop it up. Thanks. Bye." She turned away, and went back to coolly sipping her hot coffee. A green smocked worker tapped Rita on the shoulder timidly. She swung her hair behind her head, and looked up.
"Oh, thank you so much," she gushed. "You're so helpful." The blond kid couldn't have been more than 15, and he started to blush. Rita had that effect on people.
"You're very w-welcome, m-ma'am. G-glad to b-be of service," he stuttered, adam's apple bobbing. Rita looked at his nametag. "Sorry to bother you, Ryan." She flashed another smile, and pulled Nicole to the table at which Peggie sat, leaving Ryan standing taller with a huge grin on his face. Rita saw him mouth something to the other guy working the counter. "She's in love with me." Rita rolled her eyes. Just being polite, and look where it gets me. She turned her attention to Nicole, who's hands were twitching nervously.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "I mean, it's fine that you dropped the drink. You don't need to be upset. I don't think Ryan is." They glanced over at the boy, who was swaggering slightly. Nicole looked nonplussed.
"What? I'm not upset. I'm fine." She folded her hands, which continued to shake. "You guys were in some of my classes, right? Rita and Peggie?"
"Yeah," Peggie said, a note of gloom in her voice. "Please don't remind me about Mr. Tolum. He was the worst teacher I've ever had in my entire life. Biology was death." Nicole nodded, but her jaw was quivering. "Um, did you like him, or something?" Peggie's nostrils flared, a sure sign of annoyance for her. Rita knew that she hated people who were over sensitive.
"No, I didn't like him at all. Why do you two look so concerned?" She looked from one girl to the other, her brown eyes filled with confusion. Rita tried to think of a tactful way of putting it.
"Your hands and jaw are twitching, and your skin is really pale. Then again, you always have had pale skin. So it's just you're twitching." Peggie didn't seem to have any concerns with other people's feelings.
"Oh, no. Not again." Wild thoughts raced through Rita's mind. Does she have some rare disease? Is she being taken over by aliens? Does she have ESP, and just had a vision of the Earth imploding upon itself, causing harm, heartbreak and devastation at every turn? "I knew I shouldn't have had caffeine. It does this to me every time. I'm fine. I just start to twitch when I drink too much of it. That's probably why I dropped the coffee. Oh well. How are you two doing?" Rita and Peggie exchanged glances. Rita smiled. I like her, her smile said. Every line of Peggie's face read: She's insane.
"We're fine. Still getting used to not having school ever, you know. We were thinking of going on a trip."
"Really?" Nicole leaned forward and put her elbows on the table. "I'm taking a trip, too! I was thinking maybe Italy. See, I won four plane tickets to anywhere in the world, round trip, and I don't know how I'm going to use them. No one in my family wants to go." Rita was thunderstruck. It was the hand of God, she was sure. Nicole had been sent down from the heavens for such a time as this. "Oh, I know! Would you guys want to come? I'm not going to use them otherwise, and I can't sell them. That would leave one more ticket, though." She scrunched up her face in deep thought.
"Well, actually, there are three of us going. So it would work out just fine." Peggie sounded more than a little greedy, and Rita elbowed her.
"We couldn't take the tickets from you. I mean, they're really valuable!"
Nicole waved a hand magnanimously. "Oh, it's really fine. I like you two, and I'll probably like whoever you're bringing. Do I know her?"
Rita coughed. "Him, actually. Yes, you do. Theodore Rosco? He was in one class with us, I think. English."
Nicole nodded. "Oh, yeah. I know him. He was a hottie. You two would be a great couple, I always thought. Are you going out then?" Rita was glad she hadn't talken a sip of her smoothie, because that would have made her choke.
"No! We're just friends! He would never think of, I would never ever, I can't imagine us even-"
"She likes him," Peggie said in a stage whisper, "But she doesn't want to admit it. She's terrible with guys." Nicole looked at Ryan, who was still glowing from the blonde's attention.
"I beg to differ," she said quietly.
"I mean, she's terrible with guys when she thinks about it. If she tries to flirt, she's horrid. When she likes a guy, she can't say a word in front of him. It's a waste, really." She clucked her tongue.
"Hey, Nicole, do you want another coffee? I can get it for you," Rita said, hoping that this tactic would change the subject.
"No thank you. But I would like a smoothie. Yours looks really good. I'll go up with you." Rita nodded and smiled. My evil scheme has worked!

A few minutes later all three girls were chatting merrily away about where they would visit in Italy (the Sistine Chapel was a must, along with the entire city of Florence) how long they would stay in each place (a long time, but not too long) and how much the entire thing would probably cost. Rita maintained that it would be nice to just get as much money together as they could, then to travel and do odd jobs along the way. Nicole was instantly won over to this mode of thought, while Peggie stubbornly resisted.
"We need to have a plan. What if we get stranded in some cathedral in Venice and can't get home?"
"We'll just take our return tickets and go back home. We'd already have the tickets. Anyway, we aren't only going to stay in Italy. We're going other places, too. Paris, London, Beijing, you know. Everywhere." She spread out her arms to emphasize the point.
"Wait a minute. This is the first I've heard of going to another country. We don't have the cash to go anywhere else." Peggie put one hand to her forehead. Nicole nodded in agreement. Rita scoffed.
"Well, you didn't think that I was going to settle for one country on my grand tour, did you? This is going to be the coup de grace, the grande ala mode, the hasta la vista!"
"That meant absolutely nothing. If you're going to butcher a language, stick to one you already speak." Rita ignored her, and Nicole was caught up in the frenzy. Her lips parted in wonder.
"You're totally right!" She squeaked. "We have to make the most of our lives! Let's leave right away! We can't spare a moment!"
"Right!" Rita jumped up suddenly, joined by Nicole, and they both ran out the door, infuriating Ryan, who had been about to approach Rita, probably to ask her on a date, if past expiriences meant anything. They skipped out the door, leaving Peggie to begrudgingly throw away the paper cups and plod after them.

"So. It's decided, Mom. We're going to leave this weekend." Rita had cornered Eloise in the kitchen. The aroma of bread filled the air, but Rita did not let that distract her from her mission: to try and wheedle as much money out of her mother as possible. Peggie had laid this mission upon her shoulders in exactly those words.
"We need money," she'd said, eyes glinting, chin jutting, "and your parents are going to have to be the most ready suppliers. I am poor. Nicole," she'd jerked her head in the younger girl's direction, "already donated the tickets. You are rich and your mom likes the idea. My mom said 'Yeah sure, just don't get yourself killed, and I don't have any money to give you.' So it's all up to you. Get on Eloise's good side, or this whole project is going to crash and burn."
Rita, looking at her mother's barely wrinkled face and wondering how that woman could be so intimidating, tried to seem casual. This is the greatest part you've ever played. This is your finest hour.
"That's nice, dear. Where are you going?" Eloise didn't even look up from chopping herbs. A smell like women's purfume filled the air. Rita decided to ease her mother into the knowledge of where she was going this weekend. After all, she was no spring chicken, and the shock might kill her.
"That smells nice, Mom. What is it?" She picked up at sliver of the herb and put it to her nose.
"It's rosemary. Where are you going? A road trip with Peggie?" She pulled down a pan from the pot rack hanging over her head. The pots rattled a little. Rita ran her finger over the rough butcher block. "Yeah, kind of. I was wondering if I could use a little cash, though. Since this is going to expand my horizons, you know."
"Sure, darling. As much as you need." She paused, looked at her daughter's face and reconsidered. "Within reason, of course. 1,000 dollars, I think? That should cover the trip. Well, gas is getting expensive. I suppose 1,500 would be safer. Where are you headed?" Rita's jaw was hanging open. 1,500, and that easily? Why had she been so worried? She closed her mouth and stuttered.
"Uh, well, um, we were thinking Ohio, or maybe Arizona with a side trip to Florence and Paris." She winced, hoping her mother wouldn't start yelling about planning things ahead of time. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
And nothing happened. She looked at the back of Eloise's head. She studied the tight blonde bun, trying to read a mood from the black bobby pins holding it together. Nothing. No expression at all. Finally Elosie said in a muffled voice, "Yes, that's nice, button. I'm glad you'll be having fun. You'd best start packing. I'll just cook dinner." Rita peered at Eloise's face. She recognized the look. Lips pressed together, eyes sharp, colored cheeks and a hint of flower on the elegantly made-up face. Eloise Malong was so caught up in her cooking that nothing registered. Rita patted the concentrating cook's back. "Yeah, I'll go pack now. Call me when dinner's ready." Eloise mm-hmmed politely and Rita took her leave, thumping up the stairs.