Oh, and breakfast? Not just for mortals anymore. Luc’s first major foray into starchy, sweet foods proved rather shocking, since he put away—I’m not kidding—over a dozen pancakes. And not the little ones, either. Decent-sized things with a circumference bigger than my outstretched hand. With syrup. And bacon. Really undercooked bacon. “You done?” I asked once the second batch had been cleared and he was mopping up a glob of butter with his last squirmy bacon strip. He frowned but said nothing. Not that he could speak anyway with four pounds of pancakes in his mouth. The bus station—if you could call it that—huddled in disappointing ambiguity. More like a kiosk at the gas station lunch counter than an actual purveyor of transportation. Once we got there, Lisa waited until the boys got out of Alec’s car before she pulled me aside. “Ami,” she whispered, “not to sound like a broken record, but you need to get on this soon.
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