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can’t believe Poison Ivy is Glinda the Good Witch!” Aimee said.
    Fiona’s smile was wider than ever. “And I’m the evil witch,” she said dreamily. “It’s all pretty kooky.”
    They all laughed, and Madison gave Fiona a giant hug, one of those hugs where you don’t let go right away.
    “I am so glad you came to Far Hills,” Madison told her.
    “Excuse me.” A girl walked up to the trio of friends and tapped Fiona on the shoulder. “Congratulations. You were so good at auditions.”
    “Thank you for saying that,” Fiona said gently. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you. I’m new. I’m Fiona Waters.”
    Madison recognized her right away. She was Lindsay Frost—the girl on the stool with the angel voice. Lindsay introduced herself. She wore an oversized black sweater and chunky barrettes shaped like hearts.
    “You were great at auditions,” Madison said. “Everyone was mesmerized.” She glanced up at the list again. Lindsay had been cast as Dorothy.
    “Gee, thanks,” Lindsay said. “I’ve been taking singing lessons and singing in choir since I was in first grade. And I love L. Frank Baum’s books more than anything.”
    “Frank who?” Aimee and Fiona asked at the same time.
    “Duh, you guys know,” Madison said. “The guy who wrote the real Oz books.”
    “Don’t you know them? In Ozma of Oz, Dorothy helps to save a queen. It’s great,” Lindsay said. “And there’s this character named Princess Langwidere who wears a different head each day. I can loan you my copies if you want.”
    “Oh,” Aimee said, still not knowing what they were really talking about but pretending that she did. “Oh yeah. Those books.”
    “Oh yeah,” Fiona added. “Those books are kooky.”
    Aimee snickered when Fiona used that word again.
    “Well,” Lindsay said. She tugged down on her sweater. It was all stretched out and baggy around her middle. “I have to go to my next class now. You’re in English with Ms. Quill, right, Aimee? Maybe I’ll see you around.”
    “Maybe,” Aimee said as she walked away.
    “Thanks again, Lindsay!” Fiona called out. She turned back to Aimee and Madison. “She seems nice.”
    “For a geek,” Aimee said.
    “Aimee!” Madison yelled at her. “Sometimes you can be so harsh.”
    “Well, it’s the truth, isn’t it?” she defended herself. “Isn’t it?”
    “The truth is,” Fiona chimed in, “you sound like Ivy when you say stuff like that.”
    Aimee looked a little hurt. She didn’t want to be like Poison Ivy.
    “How well do you know Lindsay, Maddie?” Fiona asked.
    “Well, she’s been in our grade forever,” Madison said.
    “But we’re not really friends,” Aimee clarified.
    Fiona and Aimee wandered off to their next classes, but Madison went in a different direction. She thought about how someone who had seemed so invisible could suddenly steal the spotlight from Ivy Daly and her drones.
    It was an interesting development.
    That night was Madison’s weekly dinner with Dad, a night she looked forward to all week long. Ever since Mom and Dad had gotten the “Big D” last year, Madison had reserved Thursdays just for him—except for the one dinner when he brought his new girlfriend, Stephanie, along.
    Tonight she couldn’t wait to spill the beans about the show.
    Dad picked Madison up a little bit late, as usual. Being late usually made Mom rant and rave about how inconsiderate he was, which Madison hated. Mom didn’t seem to be bothered tonight.
    “He’s here! I’m going!” Madison cried out when she saw Dad pull into the driveway. Phinnie wailed, “Wawoooooo,” as Madison closed the front door. He hated good-byes even more than Madison did.
    “So,” Dad said the moment Madison hopped into the front seat and buckled up. “Tell me all about the auditions for the play and don’t leave anything out, not one detail.”
    As Madison explained. Dad shook his head and chuckled lightly to himself.
    “What’s so funny?” Madison