is for me when I start a new school.â
âHmmm.â Aunt Celia redirected her gaze onto the floor, and her lips pressed into a thin lineâa sure sign she was thinking really hard before she said something. At last she added, âYou looked so strange this morning.â
âI look like I always do!â My voice rose defensively. âIf that means I look strange, I canât help it if thatâs the way I look.â
I knew I was sounding childish, but I couldnât seem to stop myself.
âMaybe we should have a discussion,â Aunt Celia began helpfully, but I jumped off the bed and pushed past Dobkin out into the hallway.
âIâm going to take a walk,â I announced.
Aunt Celia jumped up after me and nodded with forced brightness. âWhat a great idea! Fresh air will do you good.â
âCoward,â Dobkin mumbled, but I ignored him and ran down the stairs and out the front door.
For several minutes I just stood there on the porch, waiting for my heart to settle down into my chest again. I could smell early flowers and the hint of rain in the air, and the freshness of new leaves just out on the trees. I leaned for a while on the porch rail, but then, as I straightened up again and glanced at the house next door, I realized someone was sitting over there in the porch swing.
âHi,â said the voice, and I caught my breath in surprise.
âTyler?â I asked cautiously.
âYeah.â
He sprang into full view and draped his body lazily over the front railing. I could see he wasnât wearing his coat nowâjust jeans and a black sweatshirt with holes in itâbut the cap was still turned around on his head and his hightops had come unlaced. As I watched, he pulled off the cap, shook his hair out of his eyes, then smashed the cap down onto his head again, lopsided.
âHi,â he said again quietly. âYou look surprised.â
âShouldnât I be?â My tone was accusing. âWhat are you doing?â
âI live here.â
âYou do?â I must have sounded shocked, because there was the slightest touch of laughter in his voice.
âYeah. I do.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âWhy didnât you ask?â
âWell, I usually donât go into a new school asking every kid I meet, hey, do you live next door to me?â I was sort of embarrassed, like heâd played a trick on me. âI didnât see you around this weekend.â
âI wasnât here,â he said, not offering to tell me where heâd been. âI just got back late last night.â
âOh.â I didnât know what else to say. Tyler hopped lightly up onto the railing, his arms straight out at his sides, as if walking a tightrope.
âYou as crazy as old lady Turley?â he asked casually.
âI might be,â I said.
âJust wondering.â Again that hint of laughter in his voice, though he kept his face expressionless. I watched him and thought how jealous I was again of his perfect skin and those perfect eyelashes and that perfectly formed mouth.
âYouâre thinking ⦠youâve seen me in some other lifetime,â he said, and I snapped back to awareness.
âIâm not thinking anything about you,â I lied.
âThatâs why you keep looking at my face. Am I familiar to you? Did we meet in some other dimension? Were we friends or maybe lovers?â
âI wasnât looking at your face.â
âYes, you were.â He hopped off the railing and landed at the very bottom of the porch steps. He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leaned lazily against one wooden column of the porch.
âSo howâs it feel living in the museum?â
I almost laughed at that. âLike a museum.â
âMaybe you should sell tickets and take tours through.â
âMaybe. I could use the spending money.â
âSo how was
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