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months ago, Sara didn’t really know Jared or Hope. On top of that, Sebastian wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to Jared’s verbal assault. Ha, ha! Garbage juice. Where does he come up with these things?
    Sara shook her head slightly, taking a moment to clear her mind and shake out the frustration. She grabbed Sebastian by the chin and turned his head to face her and stared intently into his eyes.
    Her voice softened. “Sebastian, listen to me. This Book is important. You are important.”
    Her expression was as serious as he’d ever seen. “Sara, what does it matter?” he said. “It’s just a stupid old book.”
    “I have to go. We need to talk though. I’ll call you tonight.”
     
     
    Saturday, 5:07 pm
     
    “Dude,” Jared said, a huge grin plastered to his face, “you’re completely covered in pink.”
    Sebastian glanced down at his shirt, streaked liberally with pale pink paint. “Yeah, you think?”
    He bent down and smeared his roller in more paint. “This is totally your fault. I don’t know why I let myself get roped into your mess.”
    They’d found the bullies all right, and Jared had even landed one good punch to the biggest guy’s nose when Mr. Johnson, who happened to be on Saturday detention duty, had emerged from the school and ordered them all inside.
    The punishment had consisted of helping with the construction of the sets for the drama program. Neither Jared nor Sebastian had any interest in drama, but if it got them out of trouble, they were down for it. They’d spent the last several hours cutting wood, rewiring and adjusting the lighting, and painting backdrops.
    “Ah, come on, admit it,” Jared said. “You’re enjoying this.”
    Sebastian shrugged and then smiled. Although he wasn’t going to admit it, he actually was. He didn’t get many opportunities to really get into physical work. There was something pretty relaxing about losing yourself in a simple yet challenging task, and he even relished the slight ache in his shoulders from all the lifting they’d done earlier.
    “So, I’m sitting on my bed in my sweater and underwear, right?” Jared blurted. He was standing up on a step ladder working on the top portion of the backdrop with a brush. There was only one roller and Sebastian had claimed it.
    “Lovely visual,” Sebastian said. “Thank you for that.”
    “As I was saying,” Jared continued, “I was eating my grilled cheese, when Hope comes into my room.” He let his painting arm fall and sat down on the top step of the ladder. His face turned serious. “She wants to have a conversation about our mom.”
    Sebastian’s roller paused on the now almost totally pink wall. “Your mom? Okay. Kind of out of nowhere. Why, after all these years, did she decide to bring that subject up?”
    Jared shrugged. “I don’t know, Nick. You know, I’m just not there. I just don’t feel like dredging that all up. It’s like, she died a long time ago. Who cares, right?”
    “Hope does, obviously,” said Sebastian softly. He replaced his roller in the holder and sat down cross-legged on the stage. “Maybe she’s going through something and she wants, well, I don’t know. But really, who else can she talk to, if not you? Maybe she wants to see if you’re going through the same thing.”
    “But I’m not, that’s the point,” Jared said. “I mean, I love my sister, even though she’s going through some sort of girl phase or something. Either way, I’m not going to have that conversation with her.”
    “Well, maybe if you have reservations about talking about it, then there’s a part of you that wants to talk about it.”
    “That absolutely makes no sense. Because I don’t want to talk about it means I want to talk about it?”
    “Exactly. You know, maybe you and Hope should both go and talk to a psychiatrist or something.”
    “A who ? No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Dude. As good looking as I am? The therapist would probably flirt with me the whole time