Nana Lizzie’s strong fingers clamped around Julia’s forearm. “What’re you up to?” she asked, turning Julia to face her. “This isn’t like you.” She frowned. “You’re not running off to meet some boy are you?”

“No.”

“Because if you are…”

“It’s not a boy.”

“You know the rule.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Julia,” Nana Lizzie’s voice warned.

“His name is Steve Reynolds,” Julia blurted.