Size 14 Is Not Fat Either by Meg Cabot

Author:Meg Cabot
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9780330443944
Publisher: Pan Books
Published: 2007-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

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Although I’m not actually a rock star. Anymore.

“Heather, I hope you’re being careful this time,” Patty frets, from the front seat. “I mean, about this dead girl. You aren’t getting involved in the investigation, are you? Not like last time?”

“Oh, heck, no,” I say. Patty doesn’t need to know about my trip to the Tau Phi House. She has enough to worry about, being a former model and rocker’s wife, not to mention the mother of a toddler who, at last reportage, ate an entire H & H everything bagel—almost as big as his own head—in one sitting.

The nanny hadn’t been too happy about that one.

“Good,” Patty says. “Because they don’t pay you enough to get yourself nearly killed, like last time.”

When Frank pulls up in front of Cooper’s house, I see that a few of the lights are on…which surprises me, since it means Cooper must be home.

But before I can get out of the car, Frank says, “Oh, Heather, about the gig at Joe’s—”

I freeze with my hand on the door handle. I can’t believe—what with all the blood and everything—I’d forgotten about Frank’s invitation to jam with him and his band.

“Oh,” I say, frantically trying to think up an excuse. “Yeah. About that. Can I get back to you? ’Cause I’m really tired right now, and can’t really think straight—”

“Nothing to think about,” Frank says cheerfully. “It’s just gonna be me and the guys and a hundred and sixty or so of our friends and family. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Frank,” Patty says, apparently having caught a glimpse of my face. “Maybe now’s not the best time to ask about that.”

“Come on, Heather,” Frank says, ignoring his wife. “You’re never gonna get over your stage fright if you don’t get back up there. Why not do it among friends?”

Stage fright? Is that my problem? Funny, I thought it was just fear of having people boo and throw things at me. Or, worse…snicker, the way Jordan and Cooper’s dad did, when I played them my own songs that fateful day in the Cartwright Records offices….

“I’ll think about it,” I say to Frank. “Thanks for the ride. See ya.”

I plunge from the car before either Patty or her husband can say anything, then run to the front door, ducking my head against the onslaught of flakes.

Phew. Talk about narrow escapes.

Inside, Lucy meets me in the foyer, excited to see me, but not in anI gotta go out right this minute kind of way. Someone’s already let her out.

“Hello?” I call, shedding my coat and scarf.

No one answers. But I smell something unusual. It takes me a minute to place the scent. Then I realize Page 100

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why: it’s a candle. Cooper and I are not candle people—Cooper because, well, he’s a guy, and me because I’ve seen them cause so many fires in Fischer Hall that I’m paranoid I, too, will forget and leave one burning unattended.

So

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