T*Witches: The Power of Two by Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour
Evan, who, at that moment, stumbled on an empty soda can some tourist had tossed away. Only his pride was bruised, however, when both girls laughed at him.
"I'd work on that eye-foot coordination thing before you go disrespecting my game," Alex hooted, relieved to dodge the spotlight.
As if that would derail Lucinda. "What's going on with you, Alex?" she steamrolled on. "You've been a space-cadet for the last few weeks and now this UFO thing happens and you don't even want to investigate?"
"UFO? What's that, Lucinda-speak for Unidentified Ferris wheel Omens?"
"Unexplained Face rip-Off," Evan quipped.
Alex chuckled, hoping to mask the dread she was feeling. And the opposite, but intense sense of... well, something like peace. Completeness.
"Look, this is bogus." Alex tried to clear her head. "I've got more important things to deal with than some Kinko's copy from Massachusetts."
"What could be more important than finding out who she is?" Lucinda demanded.
"My mother," Alex snapped. "That's a ton more important. I'm going to call her right now."
Evan stepped in front of her and gently squeezed her shoulder. "You spoke to your mom less than an hour ago. I doubt anything's changed."
He was right, of course. The minute she'd gotten off work, Alex had mad-dashed to the pay phone. Her mom, at the Laundromat, had answered right away. Between coughs, Sara had told her, no, the results weren't in. "Relax, baby, I'll see you later. Go with your friends, you deserve a little fun."
Fun, right. She'd remember to add that to her "to-do" list.
Now Lucinda was in her face. "It's her eyes, Als. The girl's got the same creepy-peepers as you."
Alex refused to respond. But that didn't stop one-track Luce from hurtling on. "Don't you believe in fate? We've all got these doppelgänger things. It was fate that you just met yours—"
"Doppelgänger? Shopping at Words R Us again, Luce? Color me impressed."
That cracked Evan up, but didn't dent Lucinda's iron will. "Tease me all you want, Alexandra Nicole Fielding, but that won't change a thing. That girl is you."
"And that girl..."Out of the corner of her eye, Alex spotted a pale blond, sunglasses-wearing tourist. Hoping to reroute Luce, she flipped around to point her out. "Isn't that Marleigh Cooper? Maybe your favorite disappeared diva is hiding out in broad daylight? Come on, Luce, this is your kind of obsession. Where's that inquiring mind when we really need it?"
Swing and a miss. Lucinda and Evan whirled around, but the girl Alex had fingered was too short by half a foot to be mistaken for Marleigh.
"You're just trying to get my mind off your double." Lucinda caught on. "And it isn't gonna work."
As the trio trekked the park, Alex was able to tune her friends out. Only she couldn't find the off switch to the music playing over and over in her own head. The one that kept circling back to tourist girl.
They looked nothing alike, really. Okay, their features were similar. But New England Cam-chowder was a tidy little trendoid, complete with the latest smart phone, and probably designer duds. They couldn't have been more different where it counted. Plus what was up with those whammy eyes? Alex had wound up with flu symptoms just from glancing at the girl?
The girl. A little girl. Very little, very young...
Suddenly, Alex was overcome by a pull more powerful than her own brooding, more urgent than anything she'd ever felt before. It was as if, all at once, she knew exactly where she needed to be. And, without a "gotta go" or good-bye to her headstrong homeys, Alexandra Nicole Fielding raced toward it.
It was happening. Oh, no, not here. Not now. Not again.
Cam's eyesight got sharper as her hearing dulled.
She knew Beth was talking to her, but she couldn't make out the words.
What she saw, though she was too far away to see it so clearly, was the iron arc of the Ferris wheel
"I'd work on that eye-foot coordination thing before you go disrespecting my game," Alex hooted, relieved to dodge the spotlight.
As if that would derail Lucinda. "What's going on with you, Alex?" she steamrolled on. "You've been a space-cadet for the last few weeks and now this UFO thing happens and you don't even want to investigate?"
"UFO? What's that, Lucinda-speak for Unidentified Ferris wheel Omens?"
"Unexplained Face rip-Off," Evan quipped.
Alex chuckled, hoping to mask the dread she was feeling. And the opposite, but intense sense of... well, something like peace. Completeness.
"Look, this is bogus." Alex tried to clear her head. "I've got more important things to deal with than some Kinko's copy from Massachusetts."
"What could be more important than finding out who she is?" Lucinda demanded.
"My mother," Alex snapped. "That's a ton more important. I'm going to call her right now."
Evan stepped in front of her and gently squeezed her shoulder. "You spoke to your mom less than an hour ago. I doubt anything's changed."
He was right, of course. The minute she'd gotten off work, Alex had mad-dashed to the pay phone. Her mom, at the Laundromat, had answered right away. Between coughs, Sara had told her, no, the results weren't in. "Relax, baby, I'll see you later. Go with your friends, you deserve a little fun."
Fun, right. She'd remember to add that to her "to-do" list.
Now Lucinda was in her face. "It's her eyes, Als. The girl's got the same creepy-peepers as you."
Alex refused to respond. But that didn't stop one-track Luce from hurtling on. "Don't you believe in fate? We've all got these doppelgänger things. It was fate that you just met yours—"
"Doppelgänger? Shopping at Words R Us again, Luce? Color me impressed."
That cracked Evan up, but didn't dent Lucinda's iron will. "Tease me all you want, Alexandra Nicole Fielding, but that won't change a thing. That girl is you."
"And that girl..."Out of the corner of her eye, Alex spotted a pale blond, sunglasses-wearing tourist. Hoping to reroute Luce, she flipped around to point her out. "Isn't that Marleigh Cooper? Maybe your favorite disappeared diva is hiding out in broad daylight? Come on, Luce, this is your kind of obsession. Where's that inquiring mind when we really need it?"
Swing and a miss. Lucinda and Evan whirled around, but the girl Alex had fingered was too short by half a foot to be mistaken for Marleigh.
"You're just trying to get my mind off your double." Lucinda caught on. "And it isn't gonna work."
As the trio trekked the park, Alex was able to tune her friends out. Only she couldn't find the off switch to the music playing over and over in her own head. The one that kept circling back to tourist girl.
They looked nothing alike, really. Okay, their features were similar. But New England Cam-chowder was a tidy little trendoid, complete with the latest smart phone, and probably designer duds. They couldn't have been more different where it counted. Plus what was up with those whammy eyes? Alex had wound up with flu symptoms just from glancing at the girl?
The girl. A little girl. Very little, very young...
Suddenly, Alex was overcome by a pull more powerful than her own brooding, more urgent than anything she'd ever felt before. It was as if, all at once, she knew exactly where she needed to be. And, without a "gotta go" or good-bye to her headstrong homeys, Alexandra Nicole Fielding raced toward it.
It was happening. Oh, no, not here. Not now. Not again.
Cam's eyesight got sharper as her hearing dulled.
She knew Beth was talking to her, but she couldn't make out the words.
What she saw, though she was too far away to see it so clearly, was the iron arc of the Ferris wheel