Selenaâs favorite stores. For the first hour I observed, paying careful attention to how the mannequins were merchandized in the popular shops, making note of the brands and styles Selena gravitated toward. She might not be in Rachelâs crowd, but she was Playa Hermosa born and bred.
When I felt like I had a handle on the nuances of Southern California style, I bought a pair of killer jeans, a floral dress, multiple sleeveless tops, a shrunken cardigan, and two pairs of strappy sandals. Then I loaded up on cheap earrings, bracelets, and other accessories at one of Selenaâs hot spots.
I felt a twinge of guilt handing over the credit card my dad had given me; I would never even see the bill. But all the kids in Playa Hermosa had cards paid for by their parents, even Selena, although she had a limit and was questioned by her father about the charges when the statement came in the mail. Mooching off my parents was part of the cover, like the ocean and the house on the peninsula and the Saab I shared with Parker. I might as well enjoy it. I would have to leave itall behind anyway.
I treated Selena to lunch at a sushi place in the mall, our shopping bags stacked in the seats next to us. We talked about Ashley (habit friendship left over from middle school) and Nina (a neighbor Selena walked with to and from school), our classes, and the difference between fashion and label conformity. We were on our second plate of tuna rolls before I dared to bring up the subject of Selenaâs mother.
Iâd been thinking about it ever since that first conversation in the cafeteria. It had nothing to do with the con. Selena was just so unguarded. Her secretiveness about her mother was a noticeable departure from her usual openness. How could I say we were friends if I didnât know the story behind her motherâs absence?
âYour dad seems nice,â I started, picking up a tuna roll with my chopsticks.
She smiled. âHe is. I mean, heâs strict and everything, but I understand it. He came here from Mexico when he was a kid. Heâs had a hard life. He just wants me to take my future seriously.â
âI can see that.â I hesitated, suddenly unsure. I was so used to digging for information that it felt dishonest to ask questions even when they had nothing to do with the con.
Selena set down her chopsticks. âYou want to know about my mom, donât you?â she asked softly.
âNo! Well . . . I mean . . .â I sighed. âI guess I am a little curious. But you donât have to say anything about it if you donât want to.â
âWhat have you heard?â Selena asked.
I looked up, surprised. âWhat do you mean?â
âCome on, Grace. I know people talk about it. Itâs okay. I get it. Itâs weird.â
âNobodyâs said anything to me. Then again, youâre pretty much the only person I talk to.â
âWhat about Rachel Mercer?â
âI hardly know Rachel. Sheâs just someone I sit next to in AP Euro. Besides, why would Rachel say anything to me about your mom?â
Selena took a drink of iced tea. âMy mom sort of . . . walked out on us a couple years back.â
I inhaled sharply. It wasnât what Iâd expected. âIâm . . . Iâm so sorry, Selena. That must have been really tough.â
She nodded.
âDoes she still live in Playa Hermosa? Do you see her often?â
âWe havenât heard from her since she left.â She gave a sad little laugh. âI actually have no idea where she is.â
âWait . . .â I shook my head, trying to get my head around what she was saying. âYou mean she just . . . took off without even telling you she was leaving? Without telling you where she was going?â
âPretty much.â
âWell, thatâs shitty,â I said. And then, in case Iâd offended her, âSorry.â
She gave me a sad smile. âNo,
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