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    “Marriage,” I mused. “Apparently it’s complicated.”
    “My parents never talked as much to each other as I’ve heard was recommended,” Min remarked. “I don’t know if that’s an Asian thing or a generational thing.”
    “Aunt Astrid and Uncle Eagle Eye talked about everything, but it only made any sense to the two of them. Flower children, you know.” I remembered them together better than Bea did because I’d been old enough to remember when my uncle passed away. “My parents didn’t talk a lot, but then again, I was at that age when my mom was still all about just being my mom.”
    “All marriages are different,” Min concluded. “A big decision like Jake’s doesn’t just come up because a third person said this or that thing. It must have been going on for a while, so don’t blame yourself.”
    That was also right. It didn’t make me feel much better though.
    Aunt Astrid brought hot cocoa for the three of us.
    “Jake’s uninvited to the show until he realizes what a treasure Bea Greenstone is,” Min said to us.
    Aunt Astrid and I cheered with our voices, then we cheered with our mugs clinking against each other.

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    B ea was enthusiastic enough about the show to let herself forget about Min’s well-intentioned fourth ticket. At Aunt Astrid’s insistence, we dressed formally, despite Bea’s laughing objection that it was only the Curtains.
    My objection, once I looked through Aunt Astrid’s bedroom window at the moon in the afternoon sky, was more grim. “We should be ready to get to the graveyard and fight zombies tonight, shouldn’t we?”
    “No, that’s a gibbous moon,” Aunt Astrid corrected without looking up. “The full moon is tomorrow.”
    “Already?” Bea gasped. “Well, it could be that nothing will happen.”
    “And that would mean that Samantha Perry died for no reason that we could find,” I grumbled.
    Aunt Astrid sighed. “That happens too.”
    A car horn sounded from the driveway. I looked down to see a limousine and a familiar figure in a blazer. The three of us tottered out into the driveway on our spindly high heels, wearing glittering shawls.
    “What’s this about?” I called to Blake where he leaned against the limousine door.
    “Security detail,” he replied gruffly.
    The tinted window of the front seat rolled down, revealing Officer Diane Davis in the driver’s seat. Diane blared the car horn again, waved, and said, “We’ll protect you!”
    Behind me, Bea exhaled heavily. Maybe she had been hoping to see Jake and Blake, the not-so dynamic duo.
    “You look nice,” I told Blake. “You should get sleep more often.”
    He cleared his throat and gave me a quick once-over. “You look… not so bad yourself.”
    This was the closest thing to a compliment I’ll ever get from Blake. He opened the passenger door and ushered the three of us in.
    Mrs. Park was waiting inside, and she and Aunt Astrid greeted one another warmly. Mrs. Park was almost two decades younger than Aunt Astrid, but she looked two decades older, especially that night, because of her nervousness.
    “Mr. Park won’t be joining us?” I wondered.
    “Oh, no!” Mrs. Park exclaimed. “He thinks that the performing arts is a wasted career track and doesn’t know why Min would invest in this show of all things.”
    Aunt Astrid clucked her tongue. “Min could invest in a wasted career track like this theater troupe four times a year for the rest of his life and still have enough for retirement. Isn’t that right?”
    “It is,” Mrs. Park agreed. “And Min argued the same way. He should know his father by now, but I know he will be so disappointed when he sees that Mr. Park didn’t change his mind.”
    “Well,” I said wryly, “I’ve actually seen Mr. Park at a show staged by the Curtains, so he knows what Min’s getting into.”
    “Don’t be mean, Cath!” Bea exclaimed. “This is in honor of Tommy.”
    “The Curtains aren’t without talent,” I