will ferment.ââ
âSee?â
âSo donât leave it sitting around. Drink it now.â Somewhere else. So I could leave!
âIâm going to turn it into wine !â
Mary gasped. âYou canât!â
âOf course I can. If I leave it in the dark, itâll ferment. So . . . ?â She looped her arm around mine as she looked at me, brow cocked.
She wanted to be my friend now, after practically ignoring me at mah-jongg that night before the economics test? âSo . . . what?â
She offered the jug up to me. âWill you?â
âWill I what?â
âPut it in your closet for me? I was really hoping it would be done by now. Iâve had it in mine for a while, but your room is so much stuffier, I was hoping it would work better here. If I can figure out how to make my own wine, then I wonât have to depend on the boys downtown to buy it for me.â
She had people buying wine for her? Since when?! âIf you want to make wine so much, even though itâs positively illegal , then put it in your own closet.â
She rolled her eyes. âItâs not illegal. Legally, me and you and everyone here is allowed to produce wine in the privacy of their own houseââ
âBut this is a dormitory.â
She threw an arm around my neck. âWhy do you always have to be so literal, Ellis?â
âIâm not.â Irene had changed, and not for the better. I felt my nose wrinkle. Had she already been drinking? âWhy canât you just obey the rules like everyone else?â
âBecause theyâre only made for the benefit of the poor fools who canât figure out how to break them.â
âBy which, I suppose, you meant me?â Was she trying to be mean on purpose?
Mary and Louise were watching us with wide eyes.
âOf course I donât mean you. Everyone knows rules werenât made for the first families of Boston! Youâre above the law.â
âNo oneâs above the law.â
She held up the jug. âCome on, Ellis. Will you keep it for me? Please? No one would dare expel you, but if they catch me . . .â
If they caught Irene, then the dean of the college would throw her out on her head. After having been caught smoking in her room and out in the Yard with a boy after curfew, it was a miracle sheâd made it through the term at all.
âPlease?â She batted her long, dark, incredibly thick eyelashes at me. They were the only thing I envied about her. That and her closet full of silk dresses. And her beaded handbags. And matching shoes. Come to think of it, sheâd improved herself quite a bit lately. For a poor girl, she had a lot more nice things than I did!
âDonât do it, Ellis!â Louise was glaring at Irene. âDonât you know what will happen if they catch you?â
Of course I knew what would happen. The dean wouldcall me to her office for a talk. Sheâd be ever so disappointed and encourage me to apply myself and buckle down and then everything would be forgiven. Just like it always was. I wouldnât be coming back next autumn anyway. âOh . . . go ahead. Put it in my closet.â I waved her toward it, then slipped out the door.
âBut, Ellis! You canât justââ I stomped down the hall so I wouldnât be able to hear Mary and Louise calling out behind me. I was so tired of people telling me what I couldnât do! And what I wouldnât do! And what I was supposed to do!
As I went down the front stairs, I heard the sound of chanting. It was coming from outside.
I tiptoed to the door and took a peek out the window. A big bunch of fraternity boys was coming across the Yard, waving their flag and singing one of their dippy songs.
For crying out loud!
Now Iâd have to think of some other way to get to the theater unseen. At least no one else had heard them.
As if on cue, one of