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“Everyone, may I have your attention, please.” Coach Z thumps
his clipboard against his leg until everybody quiets down and looks
at him. “The team roster will be as follows . . .”
As he starts to read off names by event, I glance at Coach Lenny.
He is looking at me with a proud smile on his face. I give him a
beaming smile. I can’t help it, even if it gives away my eavesdropping.
He smiles back. Then he cups a hand over his ear like someone
listening at a door and winks at me.
I laugh out loud. Man, you can’t get away with anything at this
school.
“How was your first day?” Mom asks as I fly into the house and let
my backpack drop on the floor with a thud.
She is sitting at the dining table with magazines spread out in
front of her. They are all wedding magazines. She has months to
plan, so I don’t know why she’s obsessing.
“Long,” I answer before heading to the kitchen for my traditional
after workout snack: Gatorade and a PowerBar.
Only we don’t have either.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Mom says. “Hesper goes to the market
on Serifos once a week. She’ll get what you need on Friday.”
Closing my eyes, I wonder what she’ll forget to tell me next? First,
the whole immortal thing. Now, the once-a-week grocery shopping
thing. Maybe next I’ll find out Alexander the Great is coming back
to life and bringing his army to dinner.
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