Sunblind

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Authors: Michael Griffo
me for what I’ve said. Repeating the statement silently to myself, I realize she might have gotten the impression that I think she’s kind of hot for Rayna, which she might not consider a compliment. The noise quotient around me is starting to dissipate since Miss Ro, as usual, is taking control of the situation, which means my time is running out. I hear a very loud voice reverberate inside of my skull, and its tone is not pleasant: Ask your question, Dominy!
    â€œHave you told your brother everything that’s been going on with me?” I blurt out.
    Nadine recoils, so she looks like I’ve just dumped a bucket of piping hot water on top of her head and she’s melting into the gym floor.
    â€œWhat?!” she replies.
    Evasive! I remember my father telling me that the number one sign that someone is guilty is when they’re evasive, when they respond to your question with a question and try not to answer you directly. Nadine has fallen right into that category.
    â€œHave you told Napoleon about the curse?”
    I can’t be any more direct than that. And neither can Nadine.
    â€œAbsolutely not!” she replies, clearly insulted by my lack of faith in her principles and our friendship. “How could you even ask me such a thing?”
    Thanks, Dad! Now I feel like an ingrate. After everything Nadine’s done for me, this is how I repay her. With an allegation.
    â€œI’m sorry, Nay, I really am,” I plead. “It’s just that, well, like we said, it’s a stretch to think Arla’s dad figured out the connection between the killings and the full moon on his own, so he must have had help reaching that conclusion.”
    Instead of clutching her shoulder, Nadine is now crossing her arms in front of her chest. Different gesture, but same result; she’s protecting herself.
    â€œAnd you just assumed that I betrayed your confidence and told my brother?” she asks. “That I shared with him everything that I promised to keep secret.”
    â€œWell, right when we were talking about it at lunch . . .” I stop myself. What am I going to say? I felt a butterfly whizz by my ear and then saw Napoleon? That would make me sound ludicrous. So of course I say something that makes me sound doubly ludicrous.
    â€œYou know what they say about twins,” I start. “Sometimes they’re psychic.”
    Nadine doesn’t smile, but her features soften. She drops her arms to her sides and shakes her head. I can tell that she thinks I’m crazy, but at least she understands where I’m coming from. I’m grasping at straws and not questioning her friendship or her honor.
    â€œNapoleon cannot read my mind,” Nadine asserts. “And I—thank the stars above—cannot read his. Can you imagine the thoughts running around that creepy little head of his?”
    Actually, I can. I have a brother, and I know how creepy they can be. And how dangerous.
    â€œIt was my brother then,” I manage to get out. “Barnaby must have told Louis about the connection to the full moon.”
    Leaning in toward me, Nadine whispers. Her tone is a curious mixture of conspiratorial and condescending and compassionate. “Dom, it doesn’t matter who told Louis,” she informs me. “Someone was bound to figure it out sooner or later.”
    She’s right. It’s no use pointing a finger; the finger’s already been pointed. But I still want to know whose hand the finger belongs to. I was convinced that it was Napoleon, but I can’t prove it. He appears to be wearing several gloves to protect his identity.
    â€œNap and I have never had a psychic connection. He’s always been a bit closed off, not just to me, but to everyone,” she confides. “Lately, though, I don’t know, he’s been weirder than usual.”
    I’m about to ask her to explain herself, to define weirder, but I’m too preoccupied

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