The Crazy Things Girls Do for Love

As if she just agreed with him, Cody shifts his charmingly imploring smile to Waneeda. “Juanita?” he prompts.

Waneeda’s voice has yet to be heard this afternoon – or any other afternoon, for that matter. At the first meeting, when the other new members stood up to talk about themselves and their love of gorillas and tofu burgers and walking twenty miles a day, Waneeda stayed in her seat, chewing. At the next meeting, when everyone else was shouting out ideas for the Earth Day celebration, Waneeda unwrapped another candy. And so the weeks have passed, with the other new members all bursting with enthusiasm and bubbling with suggestions, and Waneeda eating and listening. Today, while just about every other girl in the room only had eyes for Cody, Waneeda found herself watching Clemens, slumped in his chair with his usual bad posture, fiddling with the paperclip on his glasses, not saying anything either. Like the last polar bear on the last ice floe, floating off into oblivion.

Waneeda looks over at Clemens. She feels sorry for him. “I’ll help you with the trees, if you want,” she says.

Chapter Twenty-Eight How to lose friends and not influence people

“I’m sorry I’m late.” Sicilee puts her lunch bag on the table and slides into the empty chair next to Ash. “I left something in my locker and I had to go all the way back for it.”

“Oh, that’s where you were.” Kristin smiles over her slice of pizza. “We thought you were outside hugging a tree.”

Ash and Loretta giggle in a way that has never irritated Sicilee when aimed at people who have a bad haircut or are wearing the wrong shoes, but that, now that it always seems to be aimed at her, irritates her quite a lot.

“Oh, right.” Sicilee’s laugh is short but sharp. “And get bark all over a five-hundred-dollar jacket?”

No one laughs along with her.

“Or, you know,” Kristin drawls on, “we thought that maybe you were just too awesomely busy to eat lunch with us today.” Her smile is made no more endearing by the smudge of tomato sauce at the corner of her mouth.

This, of course, is a pointed remark. A dig at Sicilee who has been too awesomely busy for quite a few things in the past couple of weeks. Where before the four of them were inseparable – the teenage girl equivalent of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, united by a single purpose – lately there have been only Three Horsemen making their rounds. Suddenly, Sicilee always has a meeting to go to, or something vague and unspecified that she absolutely has to do. She’s taken to spending a lot of time “studying stuff ”. But worst of all, and possibly beyond forgiveness, Sicilee has actually missed not just a couple of shopping expeditions, but an important Diamonds meeting as well. Loretta, Ash and even Kristin are justifiably sceptical and suspicious. What’s up with that? They used to be what she was busy with, and now she’s too busy for them. They would very much like to know what’s going on. What happened to the part where she was only pretending to join the geeks’ club? When did Sicilee Kewe start worrying about schoolwork? When did she become casual about shopping? When was there something more important than her friends? Exactly what planet are they supposed to be on?

“Sweet Mary, what’s wrong with you guys? Excuse me, but the last time I missed lunch was months ago when I got a run in my tights and I had to go home and change.” Because now they always make her feel defensive, Sicilee gives them all a generous smile. “I’m only late because I wanted you to see this.” Her eyes widen with sincerity. “You know, because you’re my closest friends and I value your opinions?” She pulls a green folder from her backpack and puts it on the table. “It’s my own idea.” Her smile brightens. “To make people aware.”

Loretta shows all the enthusiasm of someone presented with a piece of cold toast. “Aware of what?”

Sicilee sighs. Merciful Mother, what does she think? Aware of the spaceship sitting out in the parking lot? “You know… Aware of how easy it is to be Green.” She turns the folder around so Loretta can see the words written across the front.

Loretta reads as if this is a skill she has just acquired, “Twelve Easy Ways You Can Save the Planet.” She looks at Sicilee. “Is this what you’ve been doing instead of hanging out with us? Writing a self-help book?” To accompany the irritating laugh, she’s developed an irritating grimace. “I thought you’re supposed to be getting a date with Cody Lightfoot, not a degree in environmental studies.”

“Um, duh, Loretta… That’s what I’m trying to do, isn’t it? Get a date. I mean, I’m obviously not doing all this for my health, am I?”

“Well, I’m sure I wouldn’t know, would I?” Loretta snaps back. “Since we hardly ever see you long enough to have an actual conversation any more. You know, because you’re always so busy.”

Sicilee’s mother says that the best way to avoid an argument is simply to refuse to engage in it. Don’t bite the bait. Don’t reply. Just step away. So, although Sicilee rarely follows her mother’s advice, instead of sniping back, she removes two sheets of paper from the folder and carries on as if Loretta hasn’t spoken. “Everybody in the club thought it was a great idea.” She also ignores the sour, ooh-everybody-in-the-club looks on their faces. “You know, except for Maya the Barbarian. So now I feel that I need some feedback from the general public.” She hands one page across the table to Kristin and Loretta, and the other to Ash who is sitting beside her. “I’d really like to know what you guys think.”

Kristin stares at the paper with her mouth all screwed up as though it shows something gross and revolting – one of Clemens Reis’s photographs of tortured animals, for example. “What is this thing?”

What Kristin is glowering at is not Sicilee’s beginner’s guide to going Green, but page 110 of the annual report of the company Sicilee’s father runs.

“Revitalizing the existing infrastructure…” Loretta reads over Kristin’s shoulder. She looks over at Sicilee as if she must have lost her mind. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, Sweet Mary, not that side.” Sicilee snatches the page from Kristin and turns it over. “You should always use both sides of a sheet and the backs of envelopes and stuff like that,” she explains. “You know, so you don’t waste so much paper?”

“Oh, of course,” mutters Kristin. “How environmentally incorrect of me not to realize that.”

“I don’t think this side is much better,” grumbles Loretta.

Kristin seems to agree. “My God, Siss,” she groans, “you don’t really expect people to do all this stuff, do you? There are, like, millions of things on this list.”

“Twelve.” Sicilee leans across the table, pointing at the heading on the page in Kristin’s hand. “See?” Sicilee can’t pinpoint the exact moment when Kristin started being so critical of her, but it’s already getting very old. “That’s why it says Twelve Easy Ways You Can Save the Planet at the top.”

“Twelve’s a dozen, Sicilee.” Kristin is speaking very slowly and distinctly. “And that’s a lot if you want to know what I think.”

“Well, I do want to know what you think.” Sicilee is starting to realize that she may have made a big mistake. “That’s why I’m showing it to you.”

“You know, it’s really not that bad,” says Ash. “I can do this stuff. Turn lights off when you leave a room… Don’t let the water run when you’re brushing your teeth… Recycle plastic bottles…”

“You see?” Sicilee gives Ash a pleased nudge. “I told you it’s easy.”

Loretta, however, has begun reading further down the list. “Ditch the car – it’s not that far? ” squeaks Loretta. “For those short trips to town or school or to visit your friends, leave the car at home.” She turns to Sicilee, her eyes so wide you’d think she was putting on her mascara. “Are you for real? You expect us to walk everywhere?” She splutters with laughter. “Sicilee, God gave us cars so we don’t have to walk.”

“Oh, really?” Sicilee’s smile is far more pleasant than she feels. “Then what did he give you feet for, just so you’d have someplace to put your shoes?”

Loretta leans back, folding her arms across her chest. “And what about you, Sicilee? I haven’t noticed you wearing any holes in your shoes.”

Feeling as if she has turned down a deserted road by herself on a dark night in a bad neighbourhood, Sicilee