“C’mon,” Lulu says. She and Bea lope away giggling. She hopes Kiley is watching them disappear and wondering what they’re up to. Imagining that it’s something super exclusive and cool.

Isabel’s parents’ bedroom is on the second floor, and Bea was right to guess that it would be weird. It looks like a vampire’s lair: Their round bed sits on a mirrored pedestal, covered in pristine white sheets, and everything else in the room is glass or crystal or bone, except the curtains, which are deep, purple velvet.

“Oh my god,” Bea says, turning in a circle. “Oh my fucking god.” She dashes over to the window and wraps herself in a curtain, fashioning it into a heavy-draped dress. “This is glamour,” she announces in a husky voice.

“Daaahling,” Lulu intones. “You are everything right now. You are the earth. You are the moon. You are a moondrop dancing with a god in the night.”

Bea laughs and lets the curtain drop. “What are you even talking about,” she says. “You’re a nut, Lu.” Before Lulu can answer, she goes on. “This is so wild. Can you imagine having parents who live like this?”

Lulu shudders at the thought.

“Oh no. Oh no,” Bea says. She points, and when Lulu turns around she sees it: a sculpture of a naked woman, but she has two rows of teeth where her legs should be.

“Gross!”

“Tell me about it.”

Lulu goes over to inspect the thing. The woman is arranged in one of those improbable comic book poses, boobs thrust forward, waist turned at an angle. Lulu tries to mimic it with her own body, but it’s basically impossible.

“No,” Bea says. “It’s like this, see?” She tries to out-pose Lulu, but her legs get tangled as she tries to step around the curtain. She windmills her arms, teetering, before toppling over. From her crash landing on the ground, Bea sticks her tits up as far as she can. “Closer?” she asks. “This looks hot, right?”

Lulu is laughing too hard to reply. She pulls out her phone and takes a video of Bea squirming.

“You animal!” Bea yells.

Lulu writes @beatrizzzo is art over it and presses SEND with a flourish. Bea has her phone out now, and she’s taking a picture from the floor, which has to be a hideously unflattering angle.

“You!” Lulu reaches to grab Bea’s phone, but Bea pulls her down too. Lulu thumps next to her ungracefully, still laughing.

She looks up and sees Kiley in the open doorway, staring at them.

“Hey,” Kiley says. “I thought I heard voices. I was just going to get something from Isa’s room.”

Bea leaps to her feet. “Oh, yeah, us too,” she says. “We uh . . . didn’t know if this was it.”