Page 105 of Goode to Be Bad

“Lex, that’s crazy.”

She laughed again. “I know. But I’m stupid in love with the man, and we’re going on tour as The North Band this fall, and I’m doing it as Mrs. Myles North, thank you very much.”

“I’m happy for you.”

She snickered. “You super sound it, Tor.”

“I am!” I tried to sound chipper, but I’m just a mellow person, and I just woke up and I’mnota morning person. “I’m happy for you. For real. Congratulations.” I thought of a useful question. “Um. When’s the wedding?”

“That’s the fun part. In two weeks!”

I coughed my surprise. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah. That’s the real reason I called. You have to get to Ketchikan for the wedding.”

“Uh. I have work.”

“Take it off. I’m your sister and I’m getting married.”

“I can’t afford a plane ticket.”

“I’ll buy you one.”

“No, no,” I muttered. “I’ll figure it out.”

She sighed. “Torie, for real. We’ll fly you up. Please let me.”

“Would you accept that, if it was the other way around?”

Her silence was telling. “No.”

“All right, then. I’ll find my own way to Alaska.” I laughed. “Why Alaska?”

She giggled. “Ask Mom. She was the one to move up here. But once you’re up here, you never want to leave.”

“Great. I’ll get stuck in B-F-E, Alaska, and have no future in the middle of nowhere.”

“God, Torie, you’re such a downer,” she griped.

“Leighton calls me Tor-Eeyore.”

“Oh—my—god, that’s perfect. Tor-Eeyore.” She cackled. “I’m calling you that, now.”

“No, you’re not.” I huffed. “Shouldn’t have told you.”

“But ya did!” She sing-songed. “Anyway. Two weeks from today, that’s the date. Be here. If you get stuck in like Kansas, call me. I’ll have Myles send his jet down to pick you up.”

“He has a private jet?”

“Yep.”

“You bitch.” I laughed. “You had to snag a rich and famous dude?”

She laughed with me. “Right? Luckiest girl in the world, right here.” A serious pause, then. “I love you, Tor. Get here. And ask for help if you need it. I know the feeling, but ask. Okay? Don’t just be stuck.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too.” I picked at a scab on my knee. “Is Poppy coming?”

“Yeah, she’s driving. She met some guy apparently, and they’re making it a road trip.”