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which explained the rushed check in the mail and lack of a
note. What did it mean?

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Ash tried to walk into their bedroom after school, but the door
whacked against the dresser Greta had pushed in front of it,
although Elgin hadn’t even spoken to her all afternoon. After

she slid it aside to let Ash in, he gave her a look and asked,
“Is there something I should know about Elgin, Greta?”
She shook her head, flopping back on the air mattress.
“Just being…careful.” Paranoid. When he didn’t look away,
she added, “I feel safer when you’re around. By myself…” She
didn’t finish the sentence. Her logical brain wasn’t scared of
Elgin at all—an aging philosopher dressed as an eighties track ADVANCE READING COPY

star—but sometimes the other part took over.
Ash closed the door and leaned back against it. “I dropped
all my classes,” he said.
Greta sat up, her hand sinking into the mattress and
tilting the book shut. “You did what?”
“I dropped my classes and joined yours. I’ll go with you.
Every day.”
“But you already took French. Those credits won’t count.”
“Yeah, the guidance counselor seemed pretty annoyed.

I told him I didn’t get a high enough mark the first time…and
I want to be a French teacher.”
Greta barked a laugh. Ash, a teacher? He mostly avoided
kids. Humans in general. And schools. And speaking.

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