Stacie laughed to herself. "I don't really keep track," she said, still grinning and chuckling slightly. "But what about you?" she asked, her gaze flicking to the flute case and then back to Anastasia's face. So, she played the flute? Why hadn't she been smart enough to bring her instrument to the house?

Because you had no idea this would ever happen, idiot, Stacie thought to herself.

__________________