Instead, we just appear, we manifest, in the same place at the same time. I’d call it a magic trick, but I’m still pissed about Sister Mary Jensen. The only magic I’m interested in is disappearing. “Cecelia.” Tucker’s voice is kind of husky, but with sparks, like a match scraping the flint before being lit. I narrow my eyes but I’m not squinting. I’m glaring. “Cecelia,” he says again. I open my eyes wide enough to roll them. “So, she’s your sister,” I say. It’s not a question. Tucker shrugs. “She’s my sister.” “Did you know she was coming here?” I ask. He shrugs again. “Not really. I mean, I knew she wanted to be a guest speaker. I didn’t have the right to tell her not to. It was supposed to be helpful.” “And was it helpful?” “For me?” He shakes his head. “I ducked out of there early. I didn’t stay to hear about the failure that is my legacy.” “Yeah, I noticed. I thought you were just being an ass.” “Well, yeah. That, too.”
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