Page 73 of The Other Side
“He doesn’t hate you,” Chance said through laughter. “He’s just scared of you.”
I scowled at the thought, already running through a few different ideas for how I could win him over. I didn’t want Bernie to be scared of me. I wondered if he liked cookies…
“Does knowing that you aren’t their enemy change things for you?” Chance asked.
I shrugged, playing it off, but obviously it made a difference. How could it not? “I mean, it’s nice to know, I suppose.”
“You suppose?” He laughed, clearly sensing that it meant a great deal to me that maybe I wasn’t as ostracized as I had always felt.
I shrugged again, just to see his reaction. But I couldn’t help the smile adorning my lips, so he merely shook his head, suppressing a grin.
“C’mon, these decorations aren’t going to put themselves up.” Chance looped his arm through my elbow and pulled me toward the boxes.
