I used her ignorance to my advantage. The night before our clubbing getaway, I called Mami, and in the most innocent of voices, said, “Mami, I have to go away to another school and sleep over. I’m cheerleading!” She agreed to let me go. Instead of going to Exeter, New Hampshire, I ventured to Lawrence and shook my teenage bom bom in a discotheque.
I’m taking that secret to the grave.
