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Aria nodded. “Whenever I see her in the halls, my scalp immediately itches. I’ll never forget lining up in
her
office in elementary school for lice tests.”
“I hated that.” Jason shuddered. They turned back to Mrs. Boot. She was scowling at the rock wall
harshly,
as if it were a Rosewood Day student feigning a fever. Then a little boy ran out of the locker room,
straight
into Mrs. Boot’s arms. The crusty old woman smiled slightly, and the two of them walked out of Rocks
and
Ropes together.
“I had to spend a lot of time in the nurse’s office,” Jason murmured. “Whenever I’d go in there, Mrs.
Boot
would glower at me with her good eye. I once heard a rumor that her gaze was a laser beam that could
melt
your brain.”
Aria giggled. “I heard that rumor too.” Then she frowned. “Why were you at the nurse’s office a lot?”
She
didn’t recall Jason being particularly sickly—he was a star soccer player in the fall and played baseball in
the spring.
“I wasn’t sick,” Jason corrected. He flicked the little zipper on the pocket of his warm-up pants. “I, um,
went
to the school psychologist. Dr. Atkinson. Well, he asked that I call him Dave.”
“Oh,” Aria chirped, struggling to smile. Psychologists were fine, weren’t they? In fact, Aria herself had
asked
her parents to send her to one when they first moved to Reykjavík—Ali had vanished just a few months
before.
Ella had suggested Aria do hatha yoga instead.
“It was my parents’ idea.” Jason shrugged his shoulders. “I had a hard time adjusting to the move to
Rosewood
in eighth grade.” He rolled his eyes. “I was really shy, and my parents thought it would do me some