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his good hand through his hair, oddly self-conscious that he
wore the same clothes as the day before.
    “You should pick up something when another S.V. is
around. No senses, no defenses. Weird.” Pyro eyed him. “You really should take
better care of yourself.”
    She went into the kitchen and pulled out eggs, onion,
cheese, bread and butter. She deftly chopped onions and melted butter in a
small fry pan. While the onions softened, she whipped together four eggs and
some milk and poured them into the pan. The aroma made Jeff groan. The omelet
bubbled and popped on the stove, the bread toasted and Pyro shredded cheese. As
the finishing touch, she melted the cheese in the fold of the omelet, slid it
onto a plate and served it with buttered toast.
    “Have you thought about what you want to do?” she
asked as Jeff made short work of the meal.
    “Not really. I fell asleep,” Jeff said.
    She took his plate, rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher.
Then she did the same with the dishes stacked in the sink.
    “You don’t have to do that, Pyro.”
    “I know I don’t. It’s a nervous habit. Look, we
didn’t talk about what would happen here if you decided to pursue training with
us.”
    “Here? You mean my house?” Jeff hadn’t thought about
that aspect at all. He probably couldn’t just walk up to his parents and tell
them he was a super villain and would be attending a special academy to learn
how to be good at being bad.
    “Yeah, that’s usually the biggest problem for S.V.’s.
Some have to just run away from home.” Pyro looked around the kitchen. “I think
your parents would probably be too upset if you did, though.”
    “What makes you say that?”
    “Yellow gingham curtains. Photos stuck to the fridge.”
    “Yeah, I guess they would. Dad would.” Jeff remembered
Mother’s concern over his hand last night. “Maybe Mother, too.”
    “The academy has done the recruitment gag in the
past. You know, ‘your son has been chosen to attend this super special school.’
But visits are restricted. I mean, if you choose to pursue training, you mostly
cut yourself off from your current life.”
    “Meaning, family?” Jeff
asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “And friends?”
    “Uh huh.”
    Jeff sighed and leaned against the counter. Pyro
wiped off the counter tops and pushed him out of the way. Jeff smiled down at
the top of her head.
    “Hey look, can we get out of here?” Pyro asked. “Your
house really has a weird feel and it’s making me jumpy.”
    Jeff looked around. The same pile of papers perched
on the end of the counter. The same notebooks and binders stacked at the bottom
of the staircase since the end of the school year. The vacuum, covered in a
layer of dust, stood next to the china cabinet waiting for someone to actually
use it. They may not be the cleanest family, but there was nothing threatening
about them. Jeff shrugged and headed upstairs. “I’ve got to change clothes.
Wait for me outside if it’ll make you feel better.”
    Jeff chuckled when he found Pyro walking the curb
like a balance beam in front of the house. “Maybe you should’ve waited across
the street.”
    “I thought about it.” Pyro eyed the house and then
shrugged. “Let’s walk.”
    “So, we could tell my parents I’ve been invited to attend
a special school or something. I think Mother would be thrilled to think
someone might straighten me out. But don’t parents usually like to check the
place out? Visit it?”
    “Yeah, Tubs has stuff like that covered. A lot of
those kids you saw were in the same situation as you, Jeff. Getting in trouble,
parents always mad, strange abilities starting to show up and scare them.”
    “How long would I be there?” Jeff couldn’t imagine another
four years of school. As it was, he had a hard time imagining the two he was
supposed to complete.
    “However long you want, really. If things don’t work
out and you are still under age, you could try another academy or we might have
to send you