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them.
    “Ma’am?” Link should have known to keep his mouth shut when Amma was going dark.
    She clenched Link’s shirt tighter, creating fresh cracks in the Black Sabbath iron-on decal. “Stick close to my boy. There’s trouble runnin’ through you now, and I’m ten kinds a sorry ’bout that. But it’s the kind a trouble that may keep you fools from gettin’
    into any more. You hear me, Wesley Jefferson Lincoln?”
    Link nodded, scared. “Yes, ma’am.”
    I looked up at Amma from my side of the table.
    She hadn’t relaxed her grip on Link, and she wasn’t about to let go of me anytime soon. “Amma, don’t get yourself al worked up. It’s just the first day of school. Compared to what we’ve been through, this is nothing. It’s not like there are any Vexes or Incubuses or Demons at Jackson High.”
    Link cleared his throat. “Wel , that isn’t exactly true.” He tried to smile, but Amma twisted his shirt even harder, until he rose up from the seat of his chair. “Ow!”
    “You think this is funny?” Link was smart enough to keep his mouth shut this time. Amma turned to me. “I was there when you lost your first tooth in that apple, and your wheels in the Pinewood Derby. I’ve cut up shoe boxes for dioramas and iced hundreds a birthday cupcakes. Never said a word when your water col ection up and evaporated like I said it would.”
    “No, ma’am.” It was true. Amma was the constant in my life. She was there when my mom died, almost a year and a half ago, and when my dad lost himself because of it.
    She let go of my shirt as suddenly as she had taken it, smoothed her apron, and lowered her voice.
    Whatever had brought on this particular storm had passed. Maybe it was the heat. It was getting to al of us.
    Amma looked out the window, past Link and me.
    “I’ve been here, Ethan Wate. And I wil be, long as you are. Long as you need me. Not a minute less.
    Not a minute more.”
    What was that supposed to mean? Amma had never talked to me that way before—like there would ever be a time when I wasn’t here or I wouldn’t need her.
    “I know, Amma.”
    “You look me in the eye and tel me you’re not as scared as I am, five miles down.” Her voice was low, nearly a whisper.
    “We made it back in one piece. That’s what matters. We can figure everything else out.”
    “It’s not that simple.” Amma was stil talking as quietly as if we were in the front pew at church. “Pay attention. Has anything, even one thing, felt the same since we got back to Gatlin?”
    Link spoke up, scratching his head. “Ma’am, if it’s Ethan and Lena you’re worried about, I promise you as long as I’m around, with my superstrength and al , nothin’s gonna happen to them.” He flexed his arm proudly.
    Amma snorted. “Wesley Lincoln. Don’t you know?
    The kind a things I’m talkin’ about, you could no more keep from happenin’ than you could keep the sky from fal in’.”
    I took a swig of my chocolate milk and almost spit it out al over the table. It tasted too sweet, sugar coating my throat like cough syrup. It was like my eggs, which had tasted more like cotton, and the grits more like sand.
    Everything was off today, everything and everyone.
    “What’s wrong with the milk, Amma?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know, Ethan Wate.
    What’s wrong with your mouth?”
    I wish I knew.
    By the time we were out the door and in the Beater, I turned back for one last look at Wate’s Landing. I don’t know why. She was standing in the window, between the curtains, watching me drive window, between the curtains, watching me drive away. And if I didn’t know better, and I didn’t know Amma, I would have sworn she was crying.

    9.7
    Mortal Girls
    As we drove down Dove Street, it was hard to believe our town had ever been anything but brown.
    The grass looked like burnt toast before you scraped off the black parts. The Beater was about the only thing that hadn’t changed. Link was actual y driving