Annie rang the doorbell again, bouncing on her toes and buzzing her lips in tune to Twinkle Twinkle. Brrr brrr brrr brr BRR BRR BRR! A moment later she saw the light in the living room turn on, and Bernie walking toward the door. Annie waved enthusiastically at him and smiled; Bernie turned his eyes from her the moment their gazes contacted. He was frowning, and resumed frowning as he reached to open the door.
Annie saw the heavy white door open into the Scott’s front hallway, Bernie stepping in front. “What’s up?” Bernie asked, his voice muffled behind the insulated glass exterior door, which he showed no intent to open.
“I’m freezing my ASS off, is what,” Annie said, opening the exterior door quickly and rushing herself into the Scott’s house. Bernie had not moved. “Well, I guess you can come in,” he said sarcastically.
Annie removed her jacket. “What’s bothering you?” she asked. “You look upset about something.”
“Nothing,” Bernie said quickly.
“Did you forget about the Pizza Place tonight?” she asked.
“No,” he said.
“OK then. Why weren’t you there?”
“I . . . didn’t think I was invited.”
“What?” Annie asked incredulously. “Bernie, you were there at fencing practice Tuesday. Double-J said to meet at the Pizza Place tonight. How much more of an invitation do you need?”