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“Narcissus,” Echo agreed sadly.
Leo had forgotten Echo was there. Apparently none of the nymphs had noticed her either.
“Oh, not you again!” Mrs. Narcissus tried to push Echo away, but she misjudged where the
camouflaged girl was and ended up shoving several other nymphs.
“You had your chance, Echo!” said the nymph with the iPhone. “He dumped you four thousand
years ago! You are so not good enough for him.”
“For him,” Echo said bitterly.
“Wait.” Hazel clearly had trouble tearing her eyes away from the handsome guy, but she managed
it. “What’s going on here? Why did Echo bring us here?”
One nymph rolled her eyes. She was holding an autograph pen and a crumpled poster of
Narcissus. “Echo was a nymph like us, a long time ago, but she was a total chatterbox! Gossiping,
blah, blah, blah, all the time.”
“I know!” another nymph shrieked. “Like, who could stand that? Just the other day, I told
Cleopeia—you know she lives in the boulder next to me?—I said: Stop gossiping or you’ll end up like
Echo. Cleopeia is such a big mouth! Did you hear what she said about that cloud nymph and the
satyr?”
“Totally!” said the nymph with the poster. “So anyway, as punishment for blabbing, Hera cursed
Echo so she could only repeat things, which was fine with us. But then Echo fell in love with our
gorgeous guy, Narcissus—as if he would ever notice her.”
“As if!” said half a dozen others.
“Now she’s got some weird idea he needs saving,” said Mrs. Narcissus. “She should just go away.”
“Go away,” Echo growled back.