Sacred. "Maybe," Annabelle said, lifting the thought out of my head before I'd even put it into words. "Maybe there is something sacrosanct about the tattoos" I wasn't surprised that my thoughts sounded smarter when Annabelle said them. When she'd moved back to the U.S. in the seventh grade, she'd used such big words that the rest of us hadn't been able to understand her. We figured it out eventually. That was when Annabelle had stopped talking to anyone but us. Delia flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "As great as this superpower talk really is, I think we have some other issues to deal with, like the fact that this Mango Mermaid polish really needs three coats to achieve the tone I'm looking for" Some people panic in a crisis. Delia painted her nails. "Or maybe I could frost them," Delia said. "If I paint over them with a thin coat of Misty Madness." She brushed one hand over the fingertips on the other, lost in her musings on the perfect nail. No one but me saw the flash of blue-green light from...
