know Clara, sheâs the pretty oneâshe says we have the best conditions for stargazing. Because thereâs no air pollution.â
âLight pollution,â I corrected her, even as I winced at her ridiculous characterization of me as âthe pretty one.â I figured that Max was now wondering whether Bridget was âthe blind one.â The truth was that even if you were just comparing me and Hailey, it was Hailey who somehow, despite being my identical twin, always managed to be a little more attractive than me.
Bridget whacked her forehead with the heel of her hand, a gesture that was not common for her, and it occurred to me that she had actually made the mistake on purpose. Not the mistake about me being pretty, but the mistake about the pollution. Well, actually, both.
âLight pollution!â she agreed. âSee, Claraâs the astronomy expert, not me.â
Max tilted his head toward me. âYouâre into stargazing?â
I shrugged. âI guess so.â
âHow often do you go to the observatory?â Juanita asked me pointedly.
âUm, I donât know, two or three times a month, if Hailey will let me?â Unfortunately, Hailey loved the observatory about as much as I loved art class. And at the observatory it was too dark for her to bring a book. I didnât mention that if it werenât for Haileyâs resistance, and if I didnât care what anyone else thought, I would probably go up there several times a week.
âCase closed,â Juanita said. âSheâs practically obsessed.â
For the first time Max scooted his chair in closer to the table and leaned into his words. With perfect seriousness and not a shred of self-consciousness, he said, âSo am I. What observatory do you go to?â
Idiot-Girl screamed shrilly, echoing through my brain, Did you hear that? Did you hear? Heâs practically obsessed with stargazing, just like me!
But as fast as lightning, the Cynic had her pinned down on the floor, and she growled back at her, Yeah, but that doesnât mean he wants anything to do with a freak like you, you freak!
I tried to block them out and do my best imitation of speaking like a normal person. âOver at Sutter College,â I said.
Shut up, said the Cynic. Just shut up! Or find a way to change the subject!
But Idiot-Girl kept me talking: âItâs pretty good, Ithink. Well, actually, itâs the only observatory Iâve ever been to. But to me it seems amazing, and Iâve heard other people say thereâs good viewing there.â
âWhat type of telescope do they have?â
Idiot-Girl found this question profoundly brilliant. The Cynic gave Idiot-Girl a whack upside the head.
I looked down at my hands, which were wrapped tightly around my now-cold coffee cup.
âA Schmidt-Cassegrain,â I said, my voice coming out all quiet and breathy, like some kind of moron. I tried hard for a regular voice as I added, âSixteen inches.â
He was on the edge of his seat. âWhen are they open?â
I glanced nervously at Juanita. Max was playing right into my friendsâ plans, and I couldnât think of any way out.
âIt just so happens,â said Hailey, with a note of triumph, âthat all of us are going there this Friday night. Would you care to join us?â A playful, almost flirtatious note crept into her voice as she added, âMaybe let Clara show you where Orion meets up with the Gemini constellation?â
I would need to strangle Hailey in her sleep. Had a conjoined twin ever successfully murdered her sibling? I would have to look into it.
âOh.â Max drew back into his chair, his shoulders straight. His hand must have tightened around his pack of doughnuts, because it made a loud crinkling sound. He looked again at the door.
It was, I saw, exactly how Iâd predicted. Haileyâs two-headed invitation had completely freaked him out. Of