“Oh, hey, Wunder.”

Wunder turned from faces he recognized to one of the faces he knew best of all. Davy was wearing a trash bag filled with crumpled-up paper. It was, Wunder realized, the same costume he’d worn last year.

Davy was rock.

Last year, Wunder had been paper. Tomás had been scissors.

“I know it was probably dumb to wear this costume,” Davy said. “No one knows what I am without scissors and paper. But I couldn’t think of anything else. You usually plan our costumes.”

Suddenly, Wunder felt guilt, hard and knotted, in the pit of his stomach. Davy was his friend. Davy had been his friend for his whole life. And he had yelled at him and ignored him, and now here he was wearing a costume meant for three all by himself.

“It’s not dumb,” Wunder told him.

“You look like a bag of trash,” Faye said. “Is that what you’re supposed to be, David? A bag of trash?”

“No,” Davy said. He sounded miserable. “Rock. I’m a rock.”

“You haven’t been very nice to Wundie,” Faye said, holding up a white-gloved finger. “He’s had some hard times. Some extremely hard times. And what did his friends do? They turned their backs on him, abandoned him, left him no choice but to become friends with me, et cetera.”

“I don’t know if that’s how it happened,” Wunder said.

But Davy was gnawing on his lip and gripping the sides of his trash bag. “It’s true!” he cried. “I’ve been a terrible friend. I know it and you know it! When my mom was sick, you always talked to me about her, Wunder. But I was—you know I get nervous. I didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, Davy,” Wunder said. “I guess I didn’t know what to say either.” It felt, as he said this, like the gym grew a little brighter. He glanced around. “Where’s Tomás? I haven’t seen him.”

Davy shrugged. “Tomás doesn’t hang out with me anymore. Did you know he made the soccer team? He’s got a lot of new friends.”

Wunder felt the knot of guilt return. Davy had lost both of his best friends at once. “I’m really sorry, Davy,” he said.

Davy shrugged again. “I kind of saw that one coming,” he said.

“Me too,” Wunder said.

They headed over to the refreshment table. Vice Principal Jefferson was there, serving punch with floating eyeballs. He was dressed as a vampire, including a long red cape.

“Nice mummy costume, Miss Lee!” he called to Faye.

“Nice cape-not-cloak, Mr. Jefferson,” Faye said. “But I’m not a mummy. I’m a witch.”

Davy gripped a skeleton-print paper plate and gawked at Faye as if he were seeing her for the first time. “A witch? Are you the DoorWay House witch?”

Faye smiled smugly at Wunder. “See? Everyone thinks she’s a witch.”

“What have you two been doing over there?” Davy’s voice was shaky. “That place always gave me the heebie-jeebies, even before she showed up. And then she started asking about Wunder—”