"Are you okay?" Alex didn't know. One minute she'd been at her mom's grave talking to the strange old doctor, the next, she was sitting in the cab of Evan's pickup, wedged between her two best friends. She looked over her shoulder at the cemetery. The old guy was gone. "Were you saying good-bye to your mom alone?" Evan asked delicately. "No, I was talking to—" But they must have seen him, she thought, stopping midsentence. The encounter had been strange, the guy kind of spacey, but she hadn't just imagined their conversation. Alex looked down at her hands. They were clutching something. Cautiously, she opened her fingers and saw the faded pink silk case that proved he'd been real. "I'm totally wiped," she told Evan and Luce, clamping her hands shut again. "I feel like... like I got sunstroke or something." "Hey, what's that?" Nothing got past Lucinda. She'd caught sight of the box. "I don't know. Something from my mom," Alex murmured. "Like what? Let's see," Luce urged. Cautiously, Alex opened the pale silk case.
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