Maddie and I came up with the Hot List one morn
ing after a sleepover at my house. Lounging on my bed, we flipped through magazines, sucking down wild cherry Slurpees and pigging out on M&M’s. All but the red ones. If you eat those, you have to tell the truth.
“If we’re going to write up a hot list,” I said. “We should use something special.”
“Definitely,” said Maddie.
I bounced over to the door and closed it so it clicked all the way shut. Then I opened my desk drawer and pulled a pen out of my keepsake bin. “Here,” I said,...