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and the witch ball.

    About an hour later, Amy returned to my
booth, wearing a balloon hat twisted into the shape
of a dog and lugging a large stuffed unicorn in her
arms. "Dominic won this for me," she exclaimed.
"Isn't it awesome?"
    "It's great. So where's Dominic?" I asked.
    "Oh he left. Some work he had to do." She
giggled. "He takes himself so seriously, but he's really nice."
    "You think?" I kept my expression blank, but
wondered if his "work" had something to do with
the class he'd mentioned taking.
    "Oh, yeah. But I like Josh, too," she amended
quickly. "He made this hat for me, and asked me
to give you a message."
    "What?"
    "He was leaving early to help a friend study.
But he said he'd call you later."
    My stomach knotted. "Was the friend named
Evan?"
    "Yeah, that sounds right. Someone you know?"
    "Unfortunately," I said with a grimace. Then
to change the subject because my little sister was
the Energizer Bunny of curiosity, I turned and
pointed to a little girl in ponytails. "Here's another
customer."

    While I hurried back to the target zone, I
thought about josh. I'd torn up the envelope with
the awful clipping and tossed it in the garbage, but
that wouldn't stop Evan from telling josh about
my past.
    A Velcro ball zoomed toward me, but I dodged
to the right.
    Evan only dated that girl from my old school
to dig up dirt on me-and he'd succeeded. Now
he had proof that I was a freak and a liar.
    Another ball soared for my head, but I ducked
and it missed me.
    How could I stop Evan from telling Josh? At my
last school, my best friend Brianne turned against
me when she found out and even signed a petition
to have me expelled. Josh didn't believe in psychics,
but he did believe in total honesty. If he found out
about my past, he'd hate me for lying.
    I forgot to dodge and a ball struck me right in
the chest.
    When the carnival ended, Amy and I stayed to
help clean up by sweeping and packing up boxes.
The Booster Club had made over a thousand dollars, which was cause for celebration and everyone
was going out for ice cream. But I just wanted to
go home.

    After the last box was carried out to PennyLove's station wagon, I telephoned Nona to pick
me up. Amy made a call of her own and got permission to spend the night. Amy and I would stay
up late watching movies, eating popcorn, and playing card games like we did before I moved out.
    It was the best news I'd heard all day.
    We were waiting outside for Nona, when I
heard someone call my name.
    Turning, I saw Manny running toward me.
His black dreadlocks flew from his face and he
panted from exertion.
    "Finally found you!" he said, bending slightly
to catch his breath. "I was afraid you'd already
left."
    "What are you still doing here?"
    "Looking for you. Can we talk alone for a
minute?"
    I glanced cautiously at Amy, who was sitting on
the curb absorbed in a thick, green book. "Sure," I
said.
    Manny took my arm and led me a short distance away. "You'll never guess what I got here. I
was packing up my booth and ran across this."
    "A notebook?"

    "Not just any notebook." He flipped it open.
"It's the sign-up sheet I put out when I set up my
booth. It has some names."
    I lowered my voice. "The people who got predictions before me?"
    "Exactly." He handed me the notebook. "Check
it out."
    I looked down and read three names.

    K. C. Myers
    Jack Carney
    Jillian Grossmer
    I kept my expression calm because I suspected Amy
was listening. The first two names meant nothing
to me, but it took all my control to hide my surprise at Jill's name.
    "Interesting." I gave Manny a look warning
him not to say much in front of my sister.

    He nodded in understanding. "Thought you'd
feel that way."
    "Remember anything yet?"
    "Nope." His black dreadlocks swayed with the
shake of his head. "I doubt I will."
    "If you do, let me know."
    "Definitely."
    The minute he left, Amy put her book away
and faced me with a curious expression. "So what
was that