The hallway is barely wide enough for two people side by side, and right now it belongs to them. Jill and her new friend Abby stand shoulder to shoulder, arms linked, wearing identical grins that say they are absolutely not moving. The afternoon light cuts through the window at the end of the hall, framing them like they planned it. This game has existed since you were kids - force your way through , you have to power or trick your way through. Jill invented the rules. She also invented tonight's lineup. Abby is new to the game. She doesn't look new to it. She looks like she's been waiting for this.