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“What do you mean?” Hanna asked, desperate. “Singing…what?”
“Come on, Hanna.” Ali looked bored. She tipped her head to the sky, thinking for a moment. “Okay, how
about…go fish?”
“Go…fish?” Hanna repeated. “The card game?”
Ali grunted, frustrated. “No. Go fish.” She waved her arms, trying to make Hanna get it. “Go fish!”
“What are you talking about?” Hanna cried desperately.
“GO FISH!” Ali screamed. “Go fish! Go fish!” She repeated it over and over, like it was the only thing she
could say. When she grazed Hanna’s cheek with her fingers, Hanna’s skin felt sticky and wet. Hanna
touched her face, alarmed. When she pulled her hands away, they were covered in blood.
Hanna shot up, her eyes popping open. She was in her bedroom. Pale morning light streamed through
the
windows. It was Saturday morning—but a Saturday morning in eleventh grade, not sixth. Dot was
standing
on Hanna’s pillow, licking Hanna’s face. She touched her cheek. There wasn’t blood there, just doggie
drool.
You need to find it, Hanna. If you find it, I’ll tell you all about it.
Hanna groaned, rubbed her eyes, and reached for her Time Capsule flag, which was smoothed out on
her
nightstand. It was a stupid dream, end of story.
She heard voices in the hallway, first her father’s joking tone, then Kate’s shrill laugh. Hanna grabbed a
handful of sheets and squeezed. That was it. Kate might have stolen Hanna’s father, but she wasn’t
stealing
Mike too.
Abruptly, the urgent images from her dream faded away. Hanna bolted out of bed and pulled on her
snugfitting
cashmere sweaterdress. In English class yesterday, she’d overheard Noel Kahn tell Mason Byers that
the lacrosse team was meeting for a weekend workout at Philly Sports Club. She had a feeling wherever