S is back from boarding school. Her hair is longer, paler. Her blue eyes have that deep mysteriousness of kept secrets….If we aren’t careful, S is going to win over our teachers, wear that dress we couldn’t fit into, eat the last olive, spill Campari on our rugs, steal our brothers’ and our boyfriends’ hearts, and basically ruin our lives in a major way. I’ll be watching closely. I’ll be watching all of us. It’s going to be a wild and wicked year. I can smell it.