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taken Emily and her swim team friends out for a birthday dinner at All That Jazz!, her old favorite
restaurant
at the King James Mall. She’d been in third grade. Ali had started at Rosewood Day at the beginning of
that year, her family moving here from Connecticut.
She grabbed the next book under it. Jason’s name popped up through the summer between Emily’s
thirdand
fourth-grade years, to the winter of her fourth, to the fall of her fifth, to the summer between her fifth
and sixth. He’d visited here the weekend after the first day of school when Emily, Ali, and the others
started
sixth grade. A few days after that, the school had announced the kickoff of the Time Capsule game. She
flipped to the page that logged the next weekend, when she and her old friends sneaked into Ali’s
backyard
to steal her flag. Jason’s name wasn’t there.
She flipped forward to the next weekend, about the time Ali had approached all of them at the
Rosewood
Day Prep Charity Drive, dubbing them her new BFFs. Still no Jason. She flipped ahead. His name didn’t
show up again. The weekend after the first day of school was the last time his name appeared in the log
book.
Emily lowered the book to her lap, feeling woozy. What on earth was Jason DiLaurentis’s name doing in
a
book in this dark, dank little office? She thought about the joke Ali had made years ago—they should put
him in the mental ward, where he belongs. Had she been serious after all? Was Jason an outpatient
here?
Perhaps this was what Ali had meant when she told Jenna about sibling problems—maybe Ali told her
Jason
had issues, problems big enough that he needed to go to a facility for treatment. And maybe that was
what Jenna and Jason were arguing about last night—he wanted to make sure that Jenna didn’t tell a
soul.
She thought of how Jason’s face had twisted and reddened when he thought she’d bumped his car. He’d