Clover heads to the library the moment the last bell rings and opens a web search for Felix’s dad. Prince has a long drive home, and his mother never lets him use the computer until his homework is finished, but Clover cannot wait.

Howard Greymare is a nice enough man, at first glance; he has the same sparkle in his eyes as Felix, the same tall and skinny frame. Still, she thinks as she opens a new tab, he must take after his mother. Where Felix is warm, Howard is cold. Apart from their eyes and body type they look nothing alike. Felix has nice blond hair, and his father’s is as black as coal.

It doesn’t take long to see how lavishly he lives. Ghost Docs has celebrated some degree of success after it featured a celebrity’s home when Clover was in her last year of junior high, and since then the show has gained a loyal following. Howard Greymare spends his success on new cars, expensive trips, designer suits, and his own personal house staff. He has a butler, a chef, a gardener, a driver.

“Slimy bastard,” Clover utters, remembering Felix’s empty stomach and taped shoes.

A little digging, and the articles bubble up to the surface of the trash heap.

“Producer of Ghost Docs accused of refusing to pay child support,” she reads aloud. “Greymare in yet another legal battle... Accusations of embezzlement... Fraud… Manslaughter? Shit,”

This one gives her pause, and she reads it, hesitant. It’s nothing good; Geymare’s most recent DUI ended in death, but according to the article the family of the deceased has mysteriously dropped charges. She wonders if Felix’s mother is being forced to drop her charges, too.

Clover frowns. “What a piece of shit.”

“Who, the Producer of Ghost Docs? Yeah, he’s trash.”

She jumps, a foul curse slips from her lips, and she comes face to face with Lisette. Hair as golden as ever, she smirks. “School’s out for the day, Clover Lee. Why are you digging up dirt on this guy in the library?”

Lisette hasn’t said a word to Clover in over a year. Clover is shocked. Still, she says, “You remember me?”

Princeton would never be so uncool.

Lisette giggles, takes the seat at the computer next to her. “I do. I know you probably think I’m the biggest poser in school, but I can’t pretend that I don’t need to thank you.”

Clover chokes, “Thank me?”

Lisette's pink, painted lips pull into a curved smile. “We had debate together last year. Do you remember?”

“I - I remember,” she whispers.

“Look,” Lisette begins, fiddling with the hem of her short skirt, “I was a bitch. You left me speechless, but I didn’t understand, not really. It wasn’t until over the summer that I got it. Your point, I mean.”

Clover is dumbfounded. "My point? You mean about gender?"

“You said gender was fluid,” Lisette reminds her. “You told me that if I woke up tomorrow in a man’s body I would still be me. And, honestly, that helped a lot.” She picks at a loose thread, cheeks a little pink. “My sister - well, he’s my brother now -  you made me realize that he’s still the kid I grew up with. He's still family, and I still love him.”

She can’t speak, and the silence drags a few seconds too long.

Lisette clears her throat. “So, thanks.” Another pause. “See you around, Clover.”

It’s not until she’s practically out the door that Clover regains her senses and finds her voice. “Lisette!”

Lisette turns around, an inquisitive sparkle in her blue eyes. “Hm?”

“Do you want to get together sometime?”

Two friends in one day would be earth-shattering.

Lisette's golden hair falls in her eyes. She sweeps it aside and shrugs. “Okay. How’s tomorrow?”