‘What’s up?’ Mae asked.
‘It’s my cousin Elizabeta,’ I said. ‘Tetka Mojca wants to know my university preferences. So I have to think of something believable before book club next week, which also won’t lead to an entire afternoon of questions.’
‘You’re not thinking bio anymore?’
‘I don’t know,’ I groaned. ‘I don’t know what I’m thinking. This whole … being done with high school thing doesn’t feel real yet. But if I seem at all uncertain it’s going to lead to—’
‘An entire afternoon of questions,’ Mae finished, nodding.