The girls made up after school on the way home, but only after Vendula promised we’d go past Danek’s house.  Danek was Alice’s latest crush, a teenage hooligan she’d been drooling over since last Monday when we  discovered him sitting on a park bench, spitting on the footpath.      ‘He’s  gooo rgeous,’ Alice had raved.      ‘And so accomplished,’ I remarked before Vendula had time to do anything about it.      Alice looked at her and frowned.      ‘Well, all that spitting, you know, it takes some practice to get it just right,’ Vendula offered lamely, trying  to save the situation.      Alice rolled her eyes and told Vendula she was a loser.      ‘You’ll never catch anyone looking like this,’ Alice smirked, seizing this opportunity to berate Vendula  about her being Vendula.      Vendula stared. She had no intention o...