Margot Song Covey személy
Margot doesn’t see the point in wondering. This is our life; there’s no use in asking
what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it’s hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.
“Um… you know Margot’s going to kill you, right?”
I whip my head around so fast my hair slaps me in the face. “Margot’s not going to find out, so don’t you say a word!”
“When would I even talk to her? We’re broken up, remember?”
I frown at him. “I hate when people do that – when you ask them to keep something a secret and instead of saying yes or no, they say, ‘Who would I tell?’ ”
“I didn’t say, ‘Who would I tell?’!”
“So just because Margot and I broke up, you’re not going to talk to me anymore either?” Josh sounds jokingly bitter or bitterly joking, if there is such a combination.
I look over at him in surprise. “Don’t be dumb. Of course I’m still going to talk to you. Just not in public.”
“You guys are eating pizza again?” Margot gives me and Daddy a disapproving look.
“Kitty’s going to stay tiny if you don’t feed her any green food.”
“Relax, Gogo, there’s peppers on this pizza,” I say, holding up my slice, and everybody laughs.
“God, what makes you such an expert on love? You’ve liked five guys in your life. One was gay, one lives in Indiana or Montana or some place, McClaren moved away before anything could actually happen, one was dating your sister. And then there’s me.”
Margot clears her throat. She hesitates and then asks, “So, how does he kiss?”
I’m blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, “He kisses like… like it could be his job.”
Margot giggles and lifts the spoons off her eyes. “Like a male prostitute?”
“Don’t let it happen to you, Lara Jean. Don’t get too serious to where things can’t go back. Be in love with Peter if you want, but be careful with your heart. Things feel like they’ll be forever, but they aren’t. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.”