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the old car. Jill closed her eyes, listening to the beat, feeling the wind from the outside rush by her face.
    As Nick approached the on-ramp for the interstate he slowed, then turned the car around. "What now?" he said, switching off the tape.
    "Let's take a vote," said Jill. "It's not too late to see a movie, or we could go to Pete's for pizza, or--" There was no immediate answer, and Max nudged her, then pointed to the rearview mirror.
    Jill glanced up and felt her heart turn over. Reflected in the mirror were Gabe and Andrea locked in a steamy kiss.

Chapter 10
    The music died as the credits rolled, and Andrea clicked the TV off, then set the VCR to rewind. "Now, that," she said, "was a terrific movie. That guy--the blond-haired biker? Was he cute or what?"
    "He was pretty cute," Jill agreed. "But there was something just a little too wild about him for me."
    "That's what I liked," said Andrea. She turned to Diane, who was curled up in a beanbag chair. "Di? What'd you think of the movie?"
    Diane shrugged. "It was all right." She had hardly spoken a word all evening.
    Jill looked around Andrea's room. It was small, but had everything anyone could want, all built in--TV, VCR, CD player. Everything was in modular cabinets, which were closed and neat except when Andrea was using the equipment.
    The machine finished rewinding and clicked off. Andrea pointed at the stack of remaining tapes. "What do you want to see next?"
    "What've we got?" said Jill.
    "A dumb comedy and a dumb action-adventure movie," said Andrea. "I never heard of either one. My dad rented them."
    "I vote for the dumb comedy," said Jill. "Diane?"
    "I don't care," said Diane.
    "Hey, Miss Enthusiasm," said Andrea. "If I'd known you were going to be so much fun tonight, I'd have invited a bowl of oatmeal to sleep over instead."
    "Sorry," said Diane. She settled deeper in the beanbag.

    For a moment there was an awkward silence. Jill couldn't imagine what was wrong with Diane.
    "Okay, I've got an idea," said Andrea. "Let's forget the videos for a while and listen to music. I've got a couple of new CDs."
    "Sounds good," said Jill.
    Andrea hopped up and popped a CD into the player.
    "It was nice of your dad to let us sleep over," Jill said.
    "He just made me promise there'd be no--get this--loud giggling" Andrea said. At that all three girls--even Diane--started to giggle.
    Andrea's mother had been out of town on business for a week, and Jill suspected Andrea had her father twisted around her little finger.
    "I almost forgot. I've got to show you what Dad got me for an early birthday present," said Andrea. "You're not going to believe this." She went to the modular desk unit in the corner and opened the door, revealing a new laptop computer and printer.
    "Wow!" said Jill. "Look how little it is!"
    "It's got lots of power," said Andrea. "It can do calculations and play games, and it's got a word processor. Dad thinks it'll help me with my grades."
    "Turn it on," said Diane. "Let's see you print something out."
    Andrea switched on the computer, then put a disk in. After a few seconds the disk booted, and the cursor blinked, ready for input.
    "What'll I write?" said Andrea.
    "Anything," said Jill.
    "A poem," said Diane.
    "Are you kidding?" said Andrea. "Well, why not." She thought a moment, then began to tap on the keys. After a few minutes she pressed a function key. Instantly the printer began stuttering and ejected a short message in bright blue ink.
    I hope you won't think I'm a liar,
    But I love it when Gabe plays with fire.
    "Blue ink?" said Jill.
    "My dad got a blue cartridge by mistake," said Andrea. "He offered to take it back, but I like the way it looks, don't you?"
    "It's different," said Jill. "I'm not so sure about the poem, though."
    "Hey, what do you expect," said Andrea. "I'm not a writer. But I do think it's true that computers make you more creative."
    "You don't really believe that, do you?" asked Diane suddenly.
    "Believe what?"
    "What you said in