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the bed, looking ahead at nothing. “The bus. Do you have any
money?”
“I have about a hundred bucks left from cutting lawns all
summer,” Ash said.
“I have twenty.”
They reclined against the wall, their heads bumping to
see better as Greta brought up the bus website. She typed in
the leaving-from and going-to information.

“There’s one leaving this afternoon.” Greta saw it first.
“You’re right—about two hours each way.”
Ash pulled the phone from her hands. “It would take
almost all our money for both of us to go there and back.”
“What if he leaves before we get there? We need a car,”
Greta said. “Is there even the slightest chance we could
rent one?”

“Being under eighteen, only having our learner’s permits,
no credit card and a hundred and twenty bucks between us?
No chance at all.” Ash dropped the phone on the bed and
sighed. “I guess we take the bus.”
“Do we have any friends who drive?”
Ash gave her a look. “Do we have any friends?”
Greta shook her head. “I can’t think of anyone.”
She stood up and moved toward the shower. “Okay, you
and I both come down with the stomach flu at lunchtime and

leave. That will give us an hour to get to the bus depot and
buy tickets.” Standing in the doorway, she turned back to Ash.
“There is someone.”
“Who?”

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