part. I have access to a lot of confidential shit."
"But if you don't have to be here - "
"When your father's the groundskeeper of the school, they kind of have to let you go for free. So Penn trailed off.
Penn's father was the groundskeeper? From the looks of the place, it hadn't crossed Luce's mind that they even had a groundskeeper.
"I know what you're thinking," Penn said, helping Luce shampoo the last of the gravy from her hair.
"That the grounds aren't exactly well kept?"
"No," Luce lied. She was eager to stay on this girl's good side and wanted to put out the be-my-friend vibe way more than she wanted to seem like she actually cared about how often someone mowed the lawn at Sword & Cross. "It's, um, really nice."
"Dad died two years ago," Penn said quietly. "They got as far as sticking me with decaying old Headmaster Udell as my legal guardian, but, uh, they never really got around to hiring a replacement for Dad."
"I'm sorry," Luce said, lowering her voice, too. So someone else here knew what it was like to go through a major loss.
"It's okay," Penn said, squirting conditioner into her palm. "It's actually a really good school. I like it here a lot."
Now Luce's head shot up, sending a spray of water across the bathroom. "You sure you're not crazy?" she teased.
"I'm kidding. I hate it here. It totally sucks."
"But you can't bring yourself to leave," Luce said, tilting her head, curious.
Penn bit her lip. "I know it's morbid, but even if I weren't stuck with Udell, I couldn't. My dad's here."
She gestured toward the cemetery, invisible from here. "He's all I've got."
"Then I guess you've got more than some other people at this school," Luce said, thinking of Arriane. Her mind rolled back to the way Arriane had gripped her hand on the quad today, the eager look in her blue eyes when she made Luce promise she'd swing by her dorm room tonight.
"She's gonna be okay," Penn said. "It wouldn't be Monday if Arriane didn't get carted off to the nurse after a fit."
"But it wasn't a fit," Luce said. "It was that wristband. I saw it. It was shocking her."
"We have a very broad definition of what makes for a 'fit' here at Sword & Cross. Your new enemy, Molly? She's thrown some legendary fits. They keep saying they're going to change her meds. Hopefully you'll have the pleasure of witnessing at least one good freak-out before they do."
Penn's intel was pretty remarkable. It crossed Luce's mind to ask her what the story was with Daniel, but the complicated intensity of her interest in him was probably best kept to a need-to-know basis. At least until she figured it out herself.
She felt Penn's hands wringing the water from her hair.
"That's the last of it," Penn said. "I think you're finally meat-free."
Luce looked in the mirror and ran her hands through her hair. Penn was right. Except for the emotional scarring and the pain in her right foot, there was no evidence of her cafeteria brawl with Molly.
"I'm just glad you have short hair," Penn said. "If it were still as long as it was in the picture in your file, this would have been a much lengthier operation."
Luce gawked at her. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, aren't I?"
Penn looped her arm through Luce's and steered her out of the bathroom. "Just stay on my good side and no one gets hurt."
Luce shot Penn a worried look, but Penn's face gave nothing away. "You're kidding, right?" Luce asked.
Penn smiled, suddenly cheery. "Come on, we gotta get to class. Aren't you glad we're in the same afternoon block?"
Luce laughed. "When are you going to stop knowing everything about me?"
"Not in the foreseeable future," Penn said, tugging her down the hall and back toward the cinder-block classrooms. "You'll learn to love it soon, I promise. I'm a very powerful friend to have."
Luce meandered down the dank dormitory hallway toward her room, dragging her red Camp Gurid duffel bag with the broken strap in her wake, The walls here were the color of a dusty
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