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cold and I’d pulled my woolen hat down over my ears, so it was hard for me to tell where the shout was coming from. I scanned the cars lined up outside school: mostly rich-kid SUVs and smart sedans idling with the windows closed.
    “Kari! Over here!”
    One car caught my eye. Not just because the back window was down and a girl’s head was sticking out, but because it was long and black. I don’t know a thing about cars, but this one was... looming, somehow. It pulled away from the curb and crawled toward me, engine purring. As it stopped beside me, the front tire crushed an apple that some kid must have tossed from their lunchbox. The fruit was obliterated into a pulpy mess.
    The girl raised the window and opened the back door for me. “It’s me, Aranara,” she smiled. “You’re not dressed for this – you’ll catch your death.”
    I hesitated. She looked familiar. She even sounded familiar. But I had no idea who she was. And she sure had the kind of name you would remember, right? She rolled her eyes like I was being spectacularly dim.
    “I’m in your History class. And your Spanish class. No mi recuerdos ?”
    Nope. I didn’t remember her. But I was drawn to her. She had a wide smile and shining hazel eyes. Her long, blonde hair fell evenly on her broad shoulders. Her fur-trimmed red designer jacket fitted perfectly around her overdeveloped torso. Swim team? Cheerleader? Incredibly fortunate genes? Whatever her secret, she was the kind of girl that boys dream about taking to the prom.
    “Come on,” she said as she scooched over. “You’re on our way.”
    I got in and closed the door. It was warm, leathery and comforting inside. In the driver’s seat was a salt-and-pepper-haired man in a dark overcoat with his hands clasped together on top of the steering wheel. I was brought up to be polite, so I said hi to him. He kept his hands together and looked at me with piercing blue eyes through the rear-view mirror. “Cilic,” he growled.
    “Um ... Kari,” I responded, put off by his gruffness.
    “Don’t mind Dad, he’s foreign,” said Aranara, motioning with her head in his direction.
    The car pulled away. I suddenly realized that it was beyond warm in there, it was stifling. As I took off my hat, I realized something else. “How do you know where I live?”
    “Oh, we passed you one day as you were leaving your building with your mother,” she answered dismissively. “It’s The Warrington, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wish I lived there – it looks so cool,” she gushed.
    I was somehow disturbed by her familiarity. “It’s ... it’s... I guess it is.” Uncomfortable silence. “Where do you live?”
    She seemed bored by my question. “ New Jersey. Super glamorous.” I actually had no idea whether she was being ironic, so I just nodded.
    She picked up my hat from the seat between us and twirled it around an extended index finger. “I love this!” She peered closely at the weave, picking at it with her perfectly manicured fingers. “Where did you get it? The East Village?”
    I laughed inside. “Nowhere quite so hip. Thrift store, Nowheresville, Wisconsin.”
    She laughed out loud. “You’re a- DOR-able!”
    For all I knew she even had an exclamation point after her name. All the same, she was somehow irresistible. We chatted the rest of the way and soon arrived at The Warrington.
    I opened the car door. “Thank you for the ride, sir.”
    Her father re-clasped his hands on top of the wheel without acknowledging a word I’d said. A cold gust of wind billowed down the street and I clutched my hat, totally forgetting what I wanted to say to Aranara. I guess I also didn’t pay attention when she opened the locket around her neck and carefully put something inside.
     
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    The next day ended with Spanish class. Aranara wasn’t there. This was the one course that Cruz excelled in and he usually sat alone in a semi-walled-off section of the room with computer screens and