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FUTURE PHARMACISTS COME TO LEARN .
    “Maybe that tagline was what did the college in,” Nia suggested.We all laughed.
    It took us about two seconds to see that the campus was heavily guarded, and when I say heavily, I mean guards pacing the perimeter. The whole campus was basically half a dozen brick rectangular buildings with flat roofs and dirty glass windows. It was surrounded by a chain-link fence that looked like it had been there since the place was closed.
    “Whoa,” said Hal.
    “Double whoa,”said Callie.
    We were standing in the bus stop shelter. One of the guards was already watching us. “Let’s move,” I said.
    “Where?” Callie said, though she was already jogging along at my side, Nia and Hal not far behind. And, ugh , Hal was swinging his arms as he ran. I guess because he’s a runner he was used to doing this to go faster, but the movement called a lot of attention to him.
    “Anywhere,just as long as it looks like we have to be somewhere that isn’t here.”
    “But where are we going?” Nia said. With the exception of the chain-link-encircled OCP campus, this was pretty much Nowheresville. There was a barely unfrozen cornfield across the street from the college and woods on either side of it.
    “Where we’re going isn’t the point,” I said. Would they believe me? I took a deep breath.“The point is just to disappear.”
    “Disappear?” Nia scoffed.
    I pointed to a thick-trunked maple tree that must have been standing in this spot for more than a hundred years. “Stand here. Make sure to stand in the shade. The sun is coming from right over the college, which means anything shaded is blocked from view by the tree.”
    “Okay,” Callie said. She had her hands on her hips. She was lookingat me like her eyes were going to bug out of her head. “Now what?” she said.
    “Stay still,” I said. “Until the guards forget they ever saw you.”
    “How do you know they will ever forget?”
    “Because this is what I do,” I said. “I disappear.”
    “You what?” This was Nia.
    “It’s not like I actually turn invisible or something,” I said. “Just sort of invisible.”
    I remembered English class: give an example.
    “When I cut class,” I said. “I can walk down a hallway past a teacher and never get asked for a pass.”
    “Seriously?” said Hal. Before Amanda, Hal had cut class, like, maybe twice in his life.
    I rolled up my sleeve. The henna tattoo of a chameleon was almost gone, but I’d kept it alive by tracing over the lines in pen from time to time.
    “See that?” I said.
    “Yeah,” said Nia in a tone that letme know she was still waiting for me to explain.
    “Remember,” I said. “That is me.”

Chapter 6
    A bout two weeksbefore Amanda chalked Thornhill’s car, I found a flyer taped to the outside of my sax case advertising a piano-sax duo playing a set at Arcadia, the club in Orion that has a jazz night once a week. I’d thought the group looked mildly interesting until I read at the bottom who they were—The Brubella Duella, the group was called, with Zoe Costas on sax and Amanda Valentino on piano. Um, Zoe Costas?That’s me.
    Amanda had scrawled a note on the bottom of the flyer: Rehearsal Tomorrow @ 5.
    I showed up at the rehearsal nervous and early and full of questions but there was something about the way that the room was set up (no privacy from the club staff) and the way Amanda kept interrupting me—I was never able to ask a single one. Once the sound check was completed, the list of songs set, andwe’d started to play, I forgot all about questions and how public and exposed this performance felt. It was just music, which always makes me forget about what it means to see or be heard—I just want to be one with the thing I am making. After the rehearsal, as we were leaving Arcadia, Amanda wandered into a tattoo parlor on the same block, as if she were drawn in, by a design hanging over the counter.I followed, nearly blinded by the lights