Youth Conference
"Well what?" I asked.
"Has your sister said anything to you?"
"About what?" After a second it hit me. "Oh, the cookies." I had completely forgotten. "I haven't seen April since breakfast."
"Well, we've got to ask her if she's heard anything about them!" Amy insisted.
"No way!" I said. "I forbid you to mention anything about this to her! If you say anything that makes her start asking Andrew questions that will lead him to say something suspicious to his brother, I swear that I will personally strangle you!"
"But don't you want to know what their reaction was?" Amy asked.
"Not enough to risk them finding out it was from us! Look, if April says something about it at lunch, we'll listen as though we know nothing about it. If she doesn't, we'll cut our losses and just be grateful that we haven't suffered any massive humiliation from all of this."
"But what if we don't hear anything? I worked hard on those cookies, and I want to know if Z liked them."
"What do you think that April is going to say? 'Z just got a box of the most delicious cookies he's ever tasted, and now he's looking for the girl who baked them so he can propose marriage to her'? Get real. If we don't hear anything, it just means that they liked the cookies so well that they didn't tell any of the other boys about them because they didn't want to have to share them, and so much the better for us."
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