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shrugged.
"She enjoys the drama of it all," Luke said. "Isn't that right, Hamilton? You like seeing the two of us sniping at each other."
I looked at each them, not even wanting to understand the weirdness between them. " I'm not hungry," I said, stuffing my lunch bag into my back pack. I left the lunch room and stopped at my locker to get my jacket.
"Mind if I walk, too?"
Luke stood behind me. I didn't respond. He didn't speak until we were outside.
"Can I ask you something?"
The cool air felt good on my face. I shoved my hands in my coat pocket.
"Did you really do your th ing? You know, 'read' his body? And before you ask, yes, I believe you're clairvoyant."
I stared into Luke's eyes and sensed no deception. This should have comforted me. It didn't. "I am so sorry to disappoint you, but I don't know who killed Desmond."
"What did you see...I mean, hear?"
I had nothing to hide, did I? "He was thinking, 'I don't want to leave you.'"
Luke waited. "Is that all?"
"He wanted to make up for something. He wanted someone to know him."
"No names?"
I gave him a weak smile. "That would be too easy, wouldn't it?"
His brow furrowed in concentration. "I think you need to tell the others what you just told me."
I groaned. "Why?"
He looked into the distance. "Somebody might know something. In fact, I think you should broadcast it to the whole school."
I shook my head, my heart fluttering. "No way."
"Guinan, somebody murdered my best friend. If what you heard can help..." He rubbed his eyes.
"I guess it can't hurt," I said under my breath.
He touched my arm. "I understand why you're hesitating. Coming here was your chance to start over, to leave all that behind. You'd be pointing a spotlight at yourself and confirming to the whole school you hear dead people."
I winced.
"Everybody reads the Malcontent ," he said. "I'm going to e-mail the blogger and tell him what you heard." He waited to see if I'd object. When I didn't, he began to walk away.
"Luke, do you know who runs that thing?"
He faced me. "Wish I did. By the way, do you want a ride to the funeral tomorrow? It's at ten."
The funeral. This was the first I'd heard about it.
Seeing my confusion, he said, "There was a notice on the school web site. I'll bet most people don't check it, but I do. Every morning."
"What about Gabby Meyerson?"
Luke cocked an eyebrow. "What about her?"
"I thoug ht she was your girlfriend."
He laughed. " She's not really my girlfriend. Besides, she says she doesn't do funerals."
And I do? I didn't know whether to be flattered or alarmed. I chose somewhere in the middle. "I'll meet you at your house."
***
Sinder ran up to me so fast between classes, she almost knocked me down. "I'm so sorry," she said, covering her mouth. "Are you okay?"
I hitched my book bag up, which I'd retrieved from Mr. Grier's office that morning, to my shoulder. "Sure."
"I knew it," she said. "Desmond spoke to you. Guinan, you are the real thing."
An hour ago, the Malcontent had posted what I'd told Luke about hearing Desmond's thoughts. I regretted giving him permission. So far, one girl wanted to hire me to contact her dead brother. Another said her grandfather fought in Vietnam. He was presumed dead, but his body was never recovered. Could I find out where his corpse was? I disappointed both with my replies.
Now Sinder stood before me, eyes welled with tears and hands clasped together under her chin. "I'm in awe. Really. I wish I had your gifts."
"If I could give them to you, I would. Gladly."
"I'm not going to bother you about starting a coven anymore," she said. "I don't want to disturb the power, your energy flow, with my nonsense."
I wondered if she was the one who sent the blogger the tip about my leaning over Desmond's body. Had she returned to the lunch room by then?
"Are you going to the funeral tomorrow?" she said.
"Of course."
"I wa s thinking we could go together. I don't want to go alone."
I didn't want her to go alone,
"She enjoys the drama of it all," Luke said. "Isn't that right, Hamilton? You like seeing the two of us sniping at each other."
I looked at each them, not even wanting to understand the weirdness between them. " I'm not hungry," I said, stuffing my lunch bag into my back pack. I left the lunch room and stopped at my locker to get my jacket.
"Mind if I walk, too?"
Luke stood behind me. I didn't respond. He didn't speak until we were outside.
"Can I ask you something?"
The cool air felt good on my face. I shoved my hands in my coat pocket.
"Did you really do your th ing? You know, 'read' his body? And before you ask, yes, I believe you're clairvoyant."
I stared into Luke's eyes and sensed no deception. This should have comforted me. It didn't. "I am so sorry to disappoint you, but I don't know who killed Desmond."
"What did you see...I mean, hear?"
I had nothing to hide, did I? "He was thinking, 'I don't want to leave you.'"
Luke waited. "Is that all?"
"He wanted to make up for something. He wanted someone to know him."
"No names?"
I gave him a weak smile. "That would be too easy, wouldn't it?"
His brow furrowed in concentration. "I think you need to tell the others what you just told me."
I groaned. "Why?"
He looked into the distance. "Somebody might know something. In fact, I think you should broadcast it to the whole school."
I shook my head, my heart fluttering. "No way."
"Guinan, somebody murdered my best friend. If what you heard can help..." He rubbed his eyes.
"I guess it can't hurt," I said under my breath.
He touched my arm. "I understand why you're hesitating. Coming here was your chance to start over, to leave all that behind. You'd be pointing a spotlight at yourself and confirming to the whole school you hear dead people."
I winced.
"Everybody reads the Malcontent ," he said. "I'm going to e-mail the blogger and tell him what you heard." He waited to see if I'd object. When I didn't, he began to walk away.
"Luke, do you know who runs that thing?"
He faced me. "Wish I did. By the way, do you want a ride to the funeral tomorrow? It's at ten."
The funeral. This was the first I'd heard about it.
Seeing my confusion, he said, "There was a notice on the school web site. I'll bet most people don't check it, but I do. Every morning."
"What about Gabby Meyerson?"
Luke cocked an eyebrow. "What about her?"
"I thoug ht she was your girlfriend."
He laughed. " She's not really my girlfriend. Besides, she says she doesn't do funerals."
And I do? I didn't know whether to be flattered or alarmed. I chose somewhere in the middle. "I'll meet you at your house."
***
Sinder ran up to me so fast between classes, she almost knocked me down. "I'm so sorry," she said, covering her mouth. "Are you okay?"
I hitched my book bag up, which I'd retrieved from Mr. Grier's office that morning, to my shoulder. "Sure."
"I knew it," she said. "Desmond spoke to you. Guinan, you are the real thing."
An hour ago, the Malcontent had posted what I'd told Luke about hearing Desmond's thoughts. I regretted giving him permission. So far, one girl wanted to hire me to contact her dead brother. Another said her grandfather fought in Vietnam. He was presumed dead, but his body was never recovered. Could I find out where his corpse was? I disappointed both with my replies.
Now Sinder stood before me, eyes welled with tears and hands clasped together under her chin. "I'm in awe. Really. I wish I had your gifts."
"If I could give them to you, I would. Gladly."
"I'm not going to bother you about starting a coven anymore," she said. "I don't want to disturb the power, your energy flow, with my nonsense."
I wondered if she was the one who sent the blogger the tip about my leaning over Desmond's body. Had she returned to the lunch room by then?
"Are you going to the funeral tomorrow?" she said.
"Of course."
"I wa s thinking we could go together. I don't want to go alone."
I didn't want her to go alone,
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