[ Kate's turn to snort at that impression of her, and she dips a finger into Johanna's navel, a tickling rebuke. ]

I didn't have to do anything. I was pretty and popular, they came to me. [ She says it in her snobbiest voice, almost an impression of herself. Her hand smooths across Johanna's abdomen again, a quelling sort of caress as she shrugs a little. ]

Danny Trello kissed me backstage after our orchestra concert when I was twelve. I shoved him and he tripped over his tuba and everybody laughed. Nobody dared try again for a while until Brad Harper got me for Seven Minutes in Heaven at a birthday party.