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talk, Sam clutched his stomach and shook his head.
    â€œLike you’re going to throw up?”
    Sam nodded.
    â€œWell, roll the window down if you do. Maybe roll it down anyway, just in case. The air might help make you better.”
    Trevor’s mom circled the driveway and headed out into the street. Sam glanced at her once, stunned by how pretty she was, even though he already knew what she looked like from the movies. McKenna was right about her, though, because she was already at work texting on her phone and paying no attention to him at all. Sam breathed a little easier, and by the time they pulled through the gates of the Bel Air mansion, he felt like the whole thing really might play out okay.
    Trevor’s mom stopped at the front entrance, where wide marble stairs rose up toward columns that reminded Sam of a Greek temple. The house seemed to go on forever in both directions, disappearing behind towering trees before he could see its end. Trevor’s mom left the car’s engine running as they got out. She was busy talking on her phone and Sam wondered if she had simply forgotten to turn it off, but when he glanced back over his shoulder from the top of the steps, he saw a man in a dark suit appear from nowhere, get into the car, and drive off.
    Another man in a suit stood just inside the entrance wearing a calm look on his face. Softly he asked, “Is there anything you’ll be needing, madam?”
    Trevor’s mom waved the butler away without stopping her phone conversation and began to climb the wide spiral stairs, evidently forgetting all about her son being sick. The towering white statue of some naked guy in the entryway took Sam’s breath away. The statue’s stern eye seemed fixed on Sam.
    â€œAnd you, Master Trevor?” The butler was completely unruffled by the mother’s treatment. He spoke with an English accent, as if hot food filled his mouth.
    â€œOh. Me? What?”
    The butler gave Sam a funny look, then cleared his throat. “Is there anything you need?”
    Sam didn’t know what to say. Trevor hadn’t mentioned a butler. Sam wondered what his name was and how Trevor would normally treat the man. “No, no. I’m fine.”
    â€œNot a chocolate shake?”
    Sam started to say yes, then remembered he was supposed to be sick. He clutched his stomach and shook his head. “Not feeling too well.”
    â€œI see.”
    Sam felt the butler’s eyes on him as he climbed the stairs. Sam knew from Trevor to go to the top of the stairs, then take a left and go all the way to the end, take another left, and his bedroom was the first door on the right.
    â€œLeft, left, right.” Sam whispered to himself as he looked around, trying to keep his feet moving instead of stopping to stare at the rich surroundings of dark, shiny wood, polished marble, glimmering crystal, heavy curtains, and thick rugs. One painting made him freeze, though. It was Trevor’s mom and dad. The painting filled the landing wall on a second stairway. It stood at least twelve feet high. Trevor’s father wore a dark suit with a bloodred tie. His silver hair seemed to flow back from his face as if he’d been looking into the mouth of a coming storm. His dark eyes scowled under a thick brow and seemed to be fully charged with death rays.
    Sam swallowed and kept going. He finally arrived, and knew it was Trevor’s room because the ceiling looked like outer space. He stepped slowly across the threshold, marveling at the huge flat-screen TV, the giant Mac computer screen at the desk, and the movie posters with Trevor’s face on them.
    Sam fished through the drawers and poked around the closet, amazed at the sports jerseys signed by people like Sammy Sosa, Peyton Manning, Shaquille O’Neal, and Drew Brees. Apparently Trevor wore the jerseys instead of framing them for the wall. Sam looked around, feeling almost guilty, then saw there were actually