coming very soon.
“What?” Liz was indignant when I told them about the episode that night. “Frankie, I don’t think you could possibly know that. Only Cain knows who belongs with us.”
Cain shushed Liz. “Why do you think this girl’s like us, Francesca?”
“I saw in her notebook?just one page?but it said stuff like, girl on bike, dark hair, schoolbag
strapped to rack with red luggage strap. And old lady opening screen door for cat, wedges it open with yellow brick.”
I gazed around at their faces as they registered the familiar. “It was like reading from our ledger.”
“Who is she?” Jude asked. He knew plenty of people around our age in Augur’s Well.
“Helen someone. Apparently she was in our year at school.”
“Maybe. Blonde girl, quite pretty. Her dad?”
“Yes, that’s her. Helen Niven.”
Cain’s face had lit up. “I need to see her.”
I complied, sending Helen a brief text message to ask if she wanted to meet tomorrow. Unsurprisingly, the message hung. The signal was unpredictable at best in this underground stone chamber. I figured it could wait to send until I was going home but Cain, noticing, offered to take my phone up to ground level to ensure the message went through.
“Because one of the others might follow us up here.” I was rapidly losing conviction in my own argument. I twisted my head around to get my lips onto his. He pushed his fingers underneath my bra and I made a noise that sure didn’t sound like a protest. My phone chose that moment to beep with a new message, startling us both. I adjusted myself hastily and checked the screen. Cain groaned, trying to get his lips back onto my neck, but I twisted away. “Look. Helen’s replied.”