Dinah grabs my hand and hauls me outside. “What the hell was that all about? What's wrong with her? I can’t believe she did that!”
“She didn’t mean it,” I say. “She’s in the drama club.”
“The drama club? You blame that kind of behavior on her drama club? Linnea, this is serious. She pulled a knife on me!”
“Now who’s being dramatic?” I ask, because Jojo didn’t “pull” the knife on her, or anyone else. She just sort of picked it up and let us draw our own conclusions.
“That’s sick.” Dinah rakes her fingers through her hundred-dollar 'do. “That is sick, unhealthy, and very dangerous behavior. How can you not see that?”
Maybe I’m used to it?