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she was making
do somersaults. “I’m going to miss Ivy,” she said quietly.
    “Me,
too,” whispered Olivia.
    “Here
you are,” a familiar voice announced. Olivia looked up to see Ivy standing in
the doorway. “Everyone’s waiting to meet you in the kitchen,” Ivy told her.
“Hey, Bethany,” she said, “want to do the spider?”
    “Yeah!”
Bethany shrieked. She ran up to Ivy, then turned around, put her hands on the
ground, and flipped her legs up into the air. Ivy caught them and steered the
little girl down the stairs like a wheelbarrow as Olivia followed.
    “Did
Olivia tell you that we’re going to be in Vamp ?” Ivy said to the soles
of Bethany’s feet.
    “You
are not!” Bethany lifted one hand off the ground and twisted around to look up
at them.
    “We
are,” Olivia confirmed. “Maybe we’ll autograph a copy for you.”
    Bethany
squealed and spun back around.
    When
they entered the kitchen, a middle-aged man with crazy gray hair and round
glasses hurried across the room. “You must be Olivia,” he said excitedly. His
gaze flicked from Olivia to Ivy. For a moment, Mr. Daniels seemed completely
lost in his own thoughts. Brendan came up and gave Olivia a hug.
    Brendan’s
father leaned forward and peered into Olivia’s ear. “Inconceivable!” he
murmured.
    “Dad?”
Brendan said in an embarrassed voice, and Mr. Daniels snapped out of it.
    “Oh,
yes!” Brendan’s father blurted. “I mean, yes, inconceivable how much you and
Ivy look alike.” He took off his glasses and polished them with his shirt. “Not
that it’s amazing for twins to look alike. Just that you’re so different.” He
laughed uncomfortably. “But not too different. Oh, dear,” he finished,
suddenly shutting himself up and putting his glasses back on.
    Olivia
could tell Mr. Daniels was trying desperately not to give anything vampish
away, but she just nodded like she had no idea what he was fussing about.
    A
woman wearing a gray pin-striped blouse tucked into black slacks gave Olivia a
warm smile. “What my husband is trying to say is that it’s a pleasure to meet
you,” she said, coming over to give Olivia a peck on the cheek. “I’m Brendan’s
mom.” She handed her husband some long tongs. “We’re cooking on the barbecue
grill outside,” she explained. “But, don’t worry, we’re eating indoors.”
    A few
minutes later, Mr. Daniels, now wearing an apron and clutching the barbecue
tongs, stopped next to where Olivia and Ivy were sitting at the kitchen table.
“So, Olivia,” he said, clearly trying to sound casual, “what are your favorite
foods?”
    “Tofu,”
she answered.
    “Ew!”
cried Bethany from where she and Brendan were playing with toy elephants on the
floor.
    “Inconceivable,”
Mr. Daniels muttered again. His eyes focused on her shoulder. “Hmmm,” he said,
unconsciously reaching down and plucking a loose strand of hair from Olivia’s
shirt.
    Just
then, Mrs. Daniels came over with some pink lemonade. While Olivia was taking
the glass, she saw Mr. Daniels carefully put the hair into his shirt pocket.
    I
bet he’s going to test my DNA, Olivia thought, slightly weirded out. But I guess one hair won’t hurt.
    Mr.
Daniels ventured outside to cook, leaving the door open so he could still join
in the conversation.
    “So
tell me,” Mrs. Daniels said to Ivy and Olivia, “what was it like when you two
first met?”
    “Surreal,”
Olivia and Ivy both said at once.
    Mrs.
Daniels nodded like she understood. She exchanged glances with her husband.
“You must have wanted to share all your secrets with each other right away.”
    Ivy
shot Olivia a paranoid look, clearly worried that the Daniels were onto them.
Olivia studied Brendan’s parents’ faces: Mrs. Daniels looked so sympathetic,
and Mr. Daniels seemed so eager. They want to talk openly, Olivia
thought, just as badly as we do. She looked at Ivy hopefully, but her
sister responded with a brisk shake of her head.
    Bethany
suddenly came