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completely tanking. Half-concealed behind the table--and safe, now, from those sharp, stamping hooves--I have to admit the whole thing is kind of hilarious.

    That's when I hear it. Somehow, above the snorting and stomping and yelling, I hear the laugh above me--low and short and musical, like someone sounding out a few notes on a piano.

    The observation deck. A boy is standing on the observation deck, watching the chaos below. And he's laughing.

    As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I'm looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.

    His hair is golden brown, like leaves in autumn just as they're turning, and he has bright amber eyes. The moment I see him I know that he's one of the people responsible for this. I know that he must live in the Wilds; I know he's an Invalid. Fear clamps down on my stomach, and I open my mouth to shout something--I'm not sure what, exactly--but at precisely that second he gives a minute shake of his head, and suddenly I can't make a sound. Then he does the absolutely, positively unthinkable.

    He winks at me.

    At last the alarm goes off. It's so loud I have to cover my ears with my hands. I look down to see whether the evaluators have seen him, but they're still doing their little tabletop dance, and when I look up again, he's gone. Chapter Five

    Step on a crack, you'll break your mama's back.

    Step on a stone, you'll end up all alone.

    Step on a stick, you're bound to get the Sick.

    Watch where you tread, you'll bring out all the dead.

    --A common children's playground chant, usually accompanied by jumping rope or clapping

    That night, I have the dream again.

    I'm at the edge of a big white cliff made out of sand. The ground is unsteady. The ledge I'm standing on is starting to crumble, to flake away and tumble down, down, down--thousands of feet below me, into the ocean, which is whipping and snapping so hard it looks like one gigantic, frothing stew, all whitecaps and surging water. I'm terrified I'm going to fall, but for some reason I can't move or back away from the edge of the cliff, even as I feel the ground sifting away from underneath me, millions of molecules rearranging themselves into space, into wind: Any second I'm going to fall.

    And just before I know that there's nothing underneath me but air--that at any split second I'm going to feel the wind shrieking around me as I drop down into the water--the waves lashing underneath me open up for a moment and I see my mother's face, pale and bloated and splotched with blue, floating just below the surface. Her eyes are open, her mouth is split apart as though she is screaming, her arms are extended on either side of her, bobbing in the current, as though she is waiting to embrace me.

    That's when I wake up. That's when I always wake up.

    My pillow is damp, and I've got a scratchy feeling in my throat. I've been crying in my sleep. Gracie is folded next to me, one cheek squashed flat against the sheets, her mouth making endless, noiseless repetitions. She always gets into bed with me when I'm having the dream. She can sense it, somehow.

    I brush her hair away from her face and pull the sweat-soaked sheets away from her shoulders. I'll be sorry to leave Grace when I move out. Our secrets have made us close, bonded us together. She is the only one who knows of the Coldness: a feeling that comes sometimes when I'm lying in bed, a black, empty feeling that knocks my breath away and leaves me gasping as though I've just been thrown in icy water. On nights like that--although it is wrong and illegal--I think of those strange and terrible words, I love you, and wonder what they would taste like in my mouth, try to recall their lilting rhythm on my mother's tongue.

    And of course I keep her secret safe. I'm the only one who knows