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like manga?” she asked after a minute. “Anime?”
    “Anime’s cool. I’m not really into it, but I like Japanese movies, animated or not.”
    “Well, I’m into it. I watch the shows, read the books, chat on the boards, and all that. But this girl I know, she’s completely into it. She spends most of her allowance on the books and DVDs. She can recite dialogue from them.” She caught my gaze. “So would you say
she
belongs here?”
    “No. Most kids are that way about something, right? With me, it’s movies. Like knowing who directed a sci-fi movie made before I was born.”
    “But no one would say that makes you crazy. Just crazy about movies. Fascinated by them. Just like—” she took the matchbook from her pocket and waggled it “—me and fire.”
    The door at the top of the stairs clicked.
    “Girls?” Mrs. Talbot called. “Are you still down there?”
    Her footsteps tapped down before we could answer. As her shadow rounded the corner, I snatched the matchbook from Rae’s outstretched hand and hid it under the shirt I’d been folding.
    “Rae?” Mrs. Talbot said. “Your classes are starting. Chloe—”
    “I’ll finish here, then come up.”
    Mrs. Talbot left. I passed Rae back her matchbook and she mouthed her thanks, then followed the nurse up the stairs. And I was left alone in the basement.
     
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Seven
    « ^ »
    I TOSSED A PAIR OF pink underwear marked
Liz
into her pile, then stopped. Did we wash the guys’ underwear, too? I really hoped not. I sifted through the pile, finding only ones for Rae, Liz, and Tori, and exhaled in relief.
    “Girl…”
    A man’s voice over my head. I stiffened but forced myself to keep sorting. No one was here. Or, if someone was, he wasn’t real. This was how I needed to handle it. Not jump like a scorched cat. Tough it out. Hear the voices, see the visions, and ignore them.
    “…come here…”
    The voice had moved across the room. I lifted a red lace thong marked
Tori
and thought of my little girl cotton undies.
    “…over here…”
    I tried to focus on how I could get better underwear before anyone else washed mine, but my hands started to tremble from the effort of ignoring the voice. Just one look. Just one—
    I glanced across the room. No one there. I sighed and returned to sorting.
    “…door … closed…”
    I looked at the closed door. The one I’d noticed earlier, which was proof that the voice was really just my overactive imagination.
    Why do you need proof
?
What else would it be
?
    Great. Two voices to ignore.
    “Open the door … something … show you…”
    Ha! Now there was a classic movie scene:
Just come look behind the closed door, little girl
. I laughed, but the sound quavered, squeaking at the end.
    Get a grip. Toughen up or they’ll never let you out.
    My gaze snuck to the door. It looked like an ordinary closet. If I really believed the voice was in my head, then what was stopping me from opening it?
    I strode to the door, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other, knowing if I stopped, I’d lose my nerve.
    “Good … come…”
    I grasped the doorknob, the metal cold under my fingers.
    “…open…”
    I turned the handle slowly. It went a quarter turn, then stopped. I jiggled it.
    “Locked.” My voice echoed through the laundry room.
    I jangled it again, then twisted sharply. The door didn’t budge.
    “Key … find … unlock…”
    I pressed my fingers to my temples. “The door is locked and I’m going upstairs,” I answered.
    As I turned, I smacked into a wall of solid flesh and for the second time that day gave a girlie yelp. I looked up to see the same face that had made me shriek the last time.
    I stumbled back and would have fallen if the door wasn’t right behind me. Derek made no move to catch me, just stood there, hands in his pockets as I recovered.
    “Who were you talking to?” he asked.
    “Myself.”
    “Huh.”
    “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
    When he didn’t budge, I