Abby asked through a mouthful of Life cereal. “Like school, or Victor Duenas, or how I am going to convince Mr. Bettendorf to let me codirect the fall theatrical production?” The girls were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Lena had barely slept after she’d made her discovery, and it had taken every ounce of her will not to wake Abby up at three thirty in the morning to tell her. But she had resisted, deciding instead to wait until breakfast. Lena sighed. Clearly, Abby was tired of the Impulse and her theories about being haunted. But Lena’s heart had been racing since she’d opened her eyes. She felt wired, ready for action. In fact, she was surprised she had any appetite at all. She slurped the last bit of milk from her bowl with a nod. “I know this is driving you crazy, but I need to figure it out.” She pointed to the row of pictures lying in front of them on the table. “See these numbers? I think they make a date: March 13, 1998. I can’t be sure, of course.
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