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lunch　with　her　jagged；　unpainted　pinky　nail。　？Yeah；　but　would　you　really　want　to　send　a　boarding

school　a　whole　bunch　of　paintings　of　some　boy　you　don？t　even　talk　to　anymore？？　she　asked

reasonably。

Well；　at　least　they？d　know　I　was　capable　ofhavinga　boyfriend　；　Jenny　retorted　silently；　suddenly

irked　by　the　prep…piness　of　Elise？s　shell　pink　Peter　Pan…collared　blouse　and　the　way　her　breath

always　smelled　like　yesterday？s　egg　rolls。

Besides；　Waverly　sounded　like　the　kind　of　school　that　was　always　evolving；　not　a　party　school

per　se；　but　a　school　that　wasn？t　afraid　to　try　something　new　or　take　a　risk　on　someone。

Likeher；　for　instance？

Elise　stopped　picking　her　teeth　and　reached　for　Jenny？s　makeup　bag；　opening　it　without　asking

permission　and　unscrewing　a　tube　of　shimmering　lilac…colored　Stila　lip　gloss。　She　puckered　her

wide　mouth　and　began　generously　smearing　lip　gloss　all　over　it。

When　Jenny　really　thought　about　it；　she　had　taken　a　risk　on　Elise。　First　she　had　been　friendless；

and　now　she　had　a　friend；　whether　she　liked　it　or　not。

？You？re　right；？　she　mused；　retrieving　her　makeup　bag　and　spilling　it　into　one　of　the　small；　low

sinks。　？I　should　send　Waverly　something　new　anyway。　Something　I　haven？t　tried　before。？　She

sorted　through　the　assortment　of　eyeliners；　shadows；　and　glosses；　looking　for　her　favorite　Clinique

four…shades…of…gray　eye　shadow　palette　in　its　mint　green　plastic　case。　？Would　you　mind　if　I

painted　your　portrait　with　this？？　she　asked　her　friend；　holding　up　the　palette　and　feeling　suddenly

inspired。　She？d　do　Elise　in　eye　shadow；　her　dad　in　red　wine；　and　Dan　in　？　instant　coffee。　It　was

innovative　and　meaningful；　and　way