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told her. "Well . . . I, ah, thanks for helping me. I have to go study now."
"'I have to go study now,'" Myra mimicked. "I'm not BORING enough yet."
Lucy spun around. "Shut UP , Myra."
"You gonna make me?"
The two girls glared at each other. Muffy went back to singing. "Beee it ever sooo humble . . ." And Linda Lee, with an apologetic glance at Lucy, got out of there.
Chapter Eleven
As Lucy had predicted, hardly a soul, from Headmaster down to the last part-time janitor, stayed on in school over the holiday weekend. Only Mrs. M. settled down for the holiday with a case of beer. Friday afternoon, girls and teachers alike burst out of the buildings and into waiting cars with a speed that Supergirl would have applauded. However, as it was Linda Lee watching the exodus, she just scraped her foot on the ground and waved weakly.
"See you later at Popeye's," Lucy called, ducking into her parents' car.
"I'll try to make it."
Lucy stuck her head out the window. "No trying, Linda, babes! I'm counting on you to be there."
Nigel came hurrying out of the building. "Ride didn't show up yet, Miss Lee?" Screwing up his face into a grimace that was supposed to pass for a friendly smile, he ran on without waiting for an answer.
Silence descended over the deserted campus. Linda Lee took a long, deep breath. She felt as if someone had been holding her head under water . . . holding her down . . . and her lungs were about to burst . . . And now, suddenly, she could breathe again. She was alone. So good, good, good-bye, goody Linda Lee, and hello, Supergirl, the real me! But wait, don't be impatient, not quite time yet . . . Taking out her map of Midvale, Linda Lee soberly scanned it, making careful mental notes. When she was satisfied with the results of her study, she stood up, primly smoothed her blouse, and walked around to the back of the building.
Moments later, dozens of Midvale citizens all over the city, released from their offices and shops (their usual TGIF good mood even better than usual because of the long weekend)—these citizens stopped by their cars, and before getting on buses, and as they were about to go into grocery stores—stopped all their activities for a moment, their eyes irresistibly drawn upward, not by a flock of red-winged blackbirds netting across the sky, but by the startling, splendid sight of Supergirl, arms clipped tight to her side, rising . . . rising . . . rising straight up into that blue sky, as pure as a child's crayon drawing . . . Lookit that, lookit that! they cried. Did you see what I— But as suddenly as the vision had come, it was gone, and they weren't sure if they'd seen it or dreamed it.
And now, soaring high, circling like a hawk above the little town, Supergirl searched for the Omegahedron. Her X-ray Vision pierced every home, every factory, every office. Where? Where? Where is it? How much longer can Argo live without the Power?
In another part of Midvale, Selena, too, had been studying. Busy, always busy, perfecting her art. A book open in front of her, a pair of glasses perched on the end of her splendid nose, she pored over an ancient love potion. Begin with a spider fresh from the web . . . Easy. She stretched out her hand, plucked a spider from overhead. Put the darling thing into a nutshell and boil. No sooner said than done. Spider boiled in hot oil coming up. Oops. Supposed to have a bit of web in that oil. She added the sticky web, brushed off her fingers fastidiously, and stirred, chanting, "Who drinks the drink, when he wakes shall love the first who strikes his eyes . . ."
And I shall be the first who strikes his eyes. Ethan's eyes. Oh, what a clever, devilish, fiendishly devious mind she had! A clear stroke of genius to call ETHAN'S MOTHER EARTH WEED & INSECT SERVICE (CALL US 24 HOURS A DAY) for emergency service. It was definitely an emergency. The love potion was at the peak of its potency.
The bell rang. Selena smiled. What a prompt boy. She did like a man who
"'I have to go study now,'" Myra mimicked. "I'm not BORING enough yet."
Lucy spun around. "Shut UP , Myra."
"You gonna make me?"
The two girls glared at each other. Muffy went back to singing. "Beee it ever sooo humble . . ." And Linda Lee, with an apologetic glance at Lucy, got out of there.
Chapter Eleven
As Lucy had predicted, hardly a soul, from Headmaster down to the last part-time janitor, stayed on in school over the holiday weekend. Only Mrs. M. settled down for the holiday with a case of beer. Friday afternoon, girls and teachers alike burst out of the buildings and into waiting cars with a speed that Supergirl would have applauded. However, as it was Linda Lee watching the exodus, she just scraped her foot on the ground and waved weakly.
"See you later at Popeye's," Lucy called, ducking into her parents' car.
"I'll try to make it."
Lucy stuck her head out the window. "No trying, Linda, babes! I'm counting on you to be there."
Nigel came hurrying out of the building. "Ride didn't show up yet, Miss Lee?" Screwing up his face into a grimace that was supposed to pass for a friendly smile, he ran on without waiting for an answer.
Silence descended over the deserted campus. Linda Lee took a long, deep breath. She felt as if someone had been holding her head under water . . . holding her down . . . and her lungs were about to burst . . . And now, suddenly, she could breathe again. She was alone. So good, good, good-bye, goody Linda Lee, and hello, Supergirl, the real me! But wait, don't be impatient, not quite time yet . . . Taking out her map of Midvale, Linda Lee soberly scanned it, making careful mental notes. When she was satisfied with the results of her study, she stood up, primly smoothed her blouse, and walked around to the back of the building.
Moments later, dozens of Midvale citizens all over the city, released from their offices and shops (their usual TGIF good mood even better than usual because of the long weekend)—these citizens stopped by their cars, and before getting on buses, and as they were about to go into grocery stores—stopped all their activities for a moment, their eyes irresistibly drawn upward, not by a flock of red-winged blackbirds netting across the sky, but by the startling, splendid sight of Supergirl, arms clipped tight to her side, rising . . . rising . . . rising straight up into that blue sky, as pure as a child's crayon drawing . . . Lookit that, lookit that! they cried. Did you see what I— But as suddenly as the vision had come, it was gone, and they weren't sure if they'd seen it or dreamed it.
And now, soaring high, circling like a hawk above the little town, Supergirl searched for the Omegahedron. Her X-ray Vision pierced every home, every factory, every office. Where? Where? Where is it? How much longer can Argo live without the Power?
In another part of Midvale, Selena, too, had been studying. Busy, always busy, perfecting her art. A book open in front of her, a pair of glasses perched on the end of her splendid nose, she pored over an ancient love potion. Begin with a spider fresh from the web . . . Easy. She stretched out her hand, plucked a spider from overhead. Put the darling thing into a nutshell and boil. No sooner said than done. Spider boiled in hot oil coming up. Oops. Supposed to have a bit of web in that oil. She added the sticky web, brushed off her fingers fastidiously, and stirred, chanting, "Who drinks the drink, when he wakes shall love the first who strikes his eyes . . ."
And I shall be the first who strikes his eyes. Ethan's eyes. Oh, what a clever, devilish, fiendishly devious mind she had! A clear stroke of genius to call ETHAN'S MOTHER EARTH WEED & INSECT SERVICE (CALL US 24 HOURS A DAY) for emergency service. It was definitely an emergency. The love potion was at the peak of its potency.
The bell rang. Selena smiled. What a prompt boy. She did like a man who
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