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Jason glanced at her. “Whoa.”
“It’s weird. She’s not much older than you.”
Jason made a face. “When did they start seeing each other?”
“When I was in seventh grade,” Aria admitted. She scanned the rocks above her, looking for the best
handhold.
It was nice that they were talking—it took her mind off how hard climbing was. “I caught them kissing
in my dad’s car.” And then, maybe because she’d remembered the time Ali had snapped at Jason so
heartlessly
about the cat, she added, “Your, um, sister…she was with me. And she wouldn’t let me hear the end of
it.”
She peeked at Jason, wondering if she’d overstepped her bounds. He had a neutral expression on his
face,
one she couldn’t gauge. “I’m sorry,” she called. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No…I get it. My sister was like that. She knew everyone’s precise button to push.”
Aria hung on to the wall, suddenly too tired to move. “You had a button, too?”
“Uh-huh. It was girls.”
“Girls?”
Jason nodded. “Sometimes she used to tease me about girls. I could be…awkward, I guess. She used to
needle
me about it.”
“She knew all of our weaknesses, all right,” Aria said. She looked up again, radiating with guilt. “I still feel
bad talking about her to you.”
Suddenly, Jason pushed off the wall, swinging freely from the tether. “Come down to the ground for a
minute,” he called. “Slide down with your harness.”
Aria slid down as he instructed, landing clumsily on the mat. Jason studied her very seriously, and Aria
wondered if she’d made a mistake bringing up Ali. But then he said, “Maybe it’s good we’re talking
about