“I think you’re right,” Heather said. “Look, I’ll go up and check it out, make sure the coast is clear. I need something to drink, anyway. You want anything, Mandy?”
“Do you have a Diet Pepsi?” she asked. Then, as an afterthought, Mandy said, “Wait a minute, I’ve got an idea,” and pulled Heather aside. Kim could hear only excited, conspiratorial whispers punctuated by an occasional giggle.
When the girls ended their conference, Heather called, “I’ll be right back,” and again bounded up the basement stairs.
Sensing both renewed foreboding and a chance to divert Mandy’s attention from her latest plans, Kim waved an arm frantically. “What do you want now?” Mandy asked him irritably.