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With no local currency, we couldn’t buy food or drink, and the fridge was understandably empty.
    “But…” Bree said, jumping onto the bed, grabbing the phone, and waving it at him. “You can at least use this to call you-know-who.”
    “Give me that thing,” he said, swiping it from her hand as she smirked.
    When I left their room, Bree was saying, “Wasn’t she great? Did you see her eyes? What did you like most about her?”
    “What can I say? She’s just great all around.”
    A while later, Bree and Ammon came to the room that Mom and I shared. “Okay, so Natasha’s going to meet us at the station to help us get tickets tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.”
    “You mean Sorcha,” I corrected.
    “Huh?” he said dully.
    “Didn’t you see her hair? No girl with that kind of hair can be called anything but Sorcha.”
    “As in, sorceress?” Ammon asked.
    “Exactly, my boy. The scorching sorceress of fire.”
    “No, Sorcha from Willow!” Bree jumped in.
    “ ‘I don’t love ’er! I hate ’er! She kicked me in the face.’ ” The three of us quoted in unison as Mom rolled her eyes. She had always been a reader who had not the slightest bit of interest in movies, and she missed out on some of the greatest films.
    “How do you guys remember so many quotes? I don’t think I could even name one.”
    “Oh sure you could, Mom. Think about it for a minute.”
    “I don’t know any.”
    “Oh c’mon. What about The Terminator?” Bree prompted.
    “Well okay, then. ‘I’ll be back,’ “ Mom said in her deepest voice, which still sounded more like a little mouse squeak than anything remotely resembling Schwarzenegger. We all burst out laughing at her terrible impression, which was not much better than her translations.
    “See?” she said, embarrassed and crossing her arms defensively, “I told you I’m no good at this. You guys are so mean to me.”
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Miss Fire
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    B y the time we’d pulled ourselves together at 8 a.m., Ammon had already found the ATM and paid for the rooms. We made the twenty-minute walk to the train station, which was nearly empty when we arrived. Ammon and Bree looked pretty rough sitting on their bags in the corner of the station, although I’d noticed a slight bounce in his step.
    “What was all the commotion about last night in your room?” Mom asked.
    “Some guy kept calling us all night–” Ammon started to explain.
    “Really?” Looking more than a little curious, Mom added, “Who? What did he want?”
    “I dunno. Some pimp trying to sell me his girls.”
    “No way!” I said with a nervous giggle.
    “Yeah, way. There’s a reason they rent the rooms by the hour, ya know. Even after I unplugged the phone, they still kept calling. It was like a sick, twisted nightmare!”
    Mom looked sceptical. “I doubt you really unplugged it, Ammon.”
    “Okay, fine. What I mean is that I would have, but it was one of those kinds that goes right into the wall. Those really old-fashioned ones where the cord is actually connected inside. So it’s, like, there was no way I could escape it.”
    “You mean, we couldn’t escape it,” Bree said, hands cradling her head. “I hope I never hear another phone ringing ever again.”
    “But honestly, those idiots downstairs saw us check in. What were they expecting,” he asked, “when I’m already in bed with my sister?”
    “Oh my gosh. That just sounds so wrong,” I said.
    Bree cringed. “Eeew! I’m not sharing a room with you anymore.”
    He let out a laugh before waving his hand at an imaginary phone. “They saw me walk in with three women. Why on earth would I need another one?”
    “Oh really? What about that woman, huh?” Bree asked, arching a brow toward where Sorcha’s shadow was just appearing in the entrance. Ammon leapt up to greet her with a well-received hug. Her simple white heels complimented her white and pink floral skirt. Just once on this trip, I wanted to feel and smell as