Lindsay, Nikki, and I are in my room discussing the events of last night. "Okay, so everyone good with the plan?" I ask. "Let's go over it one more time. Once Rachel and the boys leave, Nikki, you're going to ask Jessie for her phone to call your mom, saying yours died. Got it?"

"Yep," she says.

"Good. Then Lindsay will keep Jess occupied helping her organize her closet. Understand?"

"Si," says Lindsay.

"Great. Then Nikki and I will then call the dimwit telling him to come over here. Get it?"

"Yep.
"Got it?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Let's move."