to all the boys i've loved before / до всички момчета, които съм обичала: Двадесет и седма глава

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“TV.”

#51

“A puppy is a lot of work. Who’s going to feed him and walk him and house-train him?”

#52

“I’ll do it. I’ll do it all. I’m responsible enough to take care of it on my own.”

#53

I snuggle closer to her. I love the way Kitty’s head smells after she’s had a bath. “Ha! You don’t even do the dishes ever. And you never clean your room. And when have you ever helped fold laundry even once in your life? I mean, really, if you don’t do any of those things, how you can be responsible for another living creature?”

#54

Kitty shoves me off. “Then I’ll help more!”

#55

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

#56

“If I help out more, will you help me convince Daddy about the puppy?”

#57

“If you help out more,” I agree. “If you can prove to me you’re not a baby anymore.” Kitty will be ten in January. That’s plenty old enough to help out around the house. Margot babies her too much, I think. “I’m putting you in charge of emptying the upstairs trash cans once a week. And helping with the laundry.”

#58

“So . . . would I get a raise in my allowance?”

#59

“No. The incentive is me helping you convince Daddy to get a dog, and also you not being so babyish anymore.” I fluff up my pillow. “By the way, I’m sleeping in here tonight.”

#60

Kitty gives me a swift kick and I almost fall out of the bed. “You’re the babyish one, not me, Lara Jean.”

#61

“Just let me sleep in here one night!”

#62

“You take up all the covers.”

#63

Kitty tries to kick me again, but I make my body heavy and pretend I’m already asleep. Soon we both fall asleep for real.

#64

* * *

#65

Sunday night I’m doing my homework in bed when I get a call from a number I don’t recognize. “Hello?”

#66

“Hey. What are you doing?”

#67

“Um . . . sorry, but who’s this?”

#68

“It’s Peter!”

#69

“Oh. How did you get my number?”

#70

“Don’t worry about it.”

#71

There’s a longish silence. It’s agonizing, every millisecond that ticks by with neither of us talking, but I don’t know what to say. “So, what did you want?”

#72

Peter laughs. “You’re so awk, Covey. Your car’s in the shop, right? So how about I pick you up for school?”

#73

“Okay.”

#74

“Seven thirty.”

#75

“Okay.”

#76

“O-kay . . .”

#77

“Bye,” I say, and I hang up.

#78

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