"Mom thinks she's talking to Donald Chin's mom. I had to do it so I could go to Mike Kozura's house tonight. I'll kill you if you tell."
The genius of it made Peter smile. "Then I'm coming, too."
"You can't! It's my friends."
"Want me to tell? I'll tell."
My mom, done talking, was passing the phone back to me.
"OK, fine," I said to Peter. I put the phone to my ear and told my mom that Mrs. Chin suggested I bring Peter along.
"That's a great idea," my mom said into the empty phone. "I'll drop them off in an hour."
"Wait," I told my mom, before hanging up. "Mrs. Chin wants to know if you can stop on the way and pick up some Soft Batch chocolate chip cookies."