“We’re moving to the highway apartments,” Ivy says through her mouthful of sandwich. “And Rachel and I get to share a bedroom! It’s the only thing that makes moving not suck!”

“Ivy! Don’t say that word!”

“Well, it’s true. And learn how to take a compliment. Sheesh.”

Cybil laughs. “The highway apartments?”

“By Route Twelve,” I explain. “Where all the fast-food restaurants are.”

“That’s near the pharmacy!” Cybil says, perking up. “I was afraid you guys were moving far away. Maybe I can stop by after work sometimes and we could hang out. I mean, if you want to.”

“Sure,” I say absently. “That would be nice.” It’s just too hard to feel hopeful about moving, especially when we still don’t know what’s going to happen to Rainbow.

Cybil looks a little disappointed that I don’t seem more excited.

“Sorry,” I say. “I’m just having kind of a hard time.”

“Oh, that’s OK. I totally understand.” She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “I hope it gets easier for you.”

Her hand feels strong and firm on mine.

“Well, I should get going. I just wanted to stop by after I heard you were moving.”

“Where did you hear it?”

She looks unsure about telling me. “Some people were talking about it at Sierra’s party.”

“Oh. Did they say why we were moving?”

Cybil scrunches up her face like she really doesn’t want to talk to me about this.

“You can tell me,” I say.

“People weren’t really sure why, but one person said her mom heard your parents had some financial problems. And then someone else said her parents heard the same thing. But people weren’t really gossiping about you — I promise. They were just concerned. You know? And then Micah showed up and everyone stopped talking about it.”

“Oh. Well, I guess it will be obvious when they find out where we have to move that we were having financial problems,” I say.

Cybil shrugs. “It’s not really anyone’s business. Besides, plenty of people have money issues. It doesn’t change who you are or anything.”

Ivy has been sitting quietly on the edge of the blanket. “Money is overrated,” she says.

Cybil laughs.

I roll my eyes. It’s something my dad would say.

“I should go. I just wanted to make sure you were OK and to say good-bye, if you really were moving far away.”

“Thanks,” I say. We get up, and she gives me a quick hug. Ivy pops up and hugs her, too.

“She’s nice,” Ivy says, after Cybil disappears around the house.

“Yeah,” I say. “She is.”