Page 433 of Ruthless Court
Mom’s expression softens immediately.
“Then tell us about her.”
They've heard pieces.
A freshman.
Archaeology.
Chicago.
Glasses.
Smart enough to terrify half my basketball team.
They do not know all of it.
So I tell them.
The beach.
Sandy.
The giant tortoiseshell frames.
How she looked horrified when she found out I played basketball.
Dad laughs.
“She gave you a fake name?”
“Several versions of one.”
“What were the others?”
“Hannah Banana came later.”
Mom smiles.
“You call her that?”
“Absolutely not. I enjoy living.”
I tell them about the seminar.
Her stealing my seat.
Her calling out the flaw in my game before anyone else explained it in a way that clicked.
Following her.
Dad interrupts.
“You followed a freshman girl across campus?”
“It sounds worse when you say it.”
“It sounds bad when you say it.”
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