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as boring.
    Then why was al l this stuff happening?
    News of Alan’s accident spread quickly. By the time I got through English, I had five text messages from people wanting details, including a note from Marie reminding me about lunch.
    That was so not on my “to do” list. I didn’t want to hear any more about Alan, and I was too tired to talk. Thinking fresh air might perk me up, I switched off my phone and headed for Bartell’s. I wanted to look for Logan’s St. Christopher. Maybe even talk to Bentley about bee stings.
    The sky was overcast. The air was still but warm. The walk cleared my head, calmed me down. By the time I turned the corner and came face-to-face with the spot where I’d been stung, I was feeling better. I knew there had to be a logical explanation for everything.
    And I knew Logan’s medallion was somewhere in the grass too.
    The scent of flowers was heady. A lone bee buzzed through the bright pink blooms. I tensed and stepped back. When it finally moved on, I dropped down and searched the ground. I even gave the flowers a quick shake, thinking maybe the medallion was stuck between some stems. It wasn’t.
    Disappointed, I headed across the parking lot, my gaze settling on the spot where it had happened. Where I’d left my body and talked to Logan.
    There was an SUV parked there. I stood beside it for a minute, wanting to understand. Hoping Logan or the presence would come back so I could ask some questions. Nothing.
    Inside the drugstore, Lila was beside the cash register, filing her nails. “Anybody turn in Logan’s St. Christopher medallion?” Mom had put up a missing sign, but it didn’t hurt to ask.
    â€œNot that I know of, but Bentley would know for sure.” She stopped mid-file and squinted at me. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”
    â€œIt’s lunchtime.” I headed for the pharmacy.
    Bentley was just finishing up with a customer. As she left, I sidled up to the counter and gave him a little wave.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” He clicked his pen and slid it into the pocket of his white lab coat. “Don’t you have classes today?”
    â€œIt’s lunch.” Why did every adult think they were the school police? At least Bentley was a parent. Lila was just nosy. “I thought I’d stop by and see if anybody turned in Logan’s medallion.”
    â€œNot yet. Sorry.” He peered at me over his gold-rimmed glasses. “Nice to see you up and around. You gave us quite a scare.”
    â€œYeah.” I hesitated, not sure how to put into words what I wanted to ask.
    â€œI’m wondering, do people ever have long-term reactions from bee stings?”
    He began straightening the cough medicine display on the counter.
    â€œOccasionally people who are sensitive to stings become more sensitive. If that’s the case, your doctor can give you something to carry with you.”
    â€œBut nothing else?” I asked.
    â€œIn rare cases, it can take people a full twenty-four hours to react to a sting, but that’s about it.” Satisfied that the cough medicines were in line, he looked at me. “What else were you thinking of?”
    Serious, crazy, superpower effects.
    â€œI don’t know. Like maybe it rewires their brain or something?”
    He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
    I tried again. “Or maybe they get electric tingles, or feel full in their head, or spaced out or...” My voice trailed off.
    â€œOr something.”
    â€œI’ve never heard of it,” Bentley said.
    I felt a wet tongue poking into my ankle. I looked down. Kitty dog?
    The phone rang behind the counter. Bentley turned to answer it. “But if you’re not feeling one hundred percent, go back to your doctor.”
    I heard the familiar click-clack , thud-thud of a walker hitting the tile floor. “Hannah!” M.C. called. “Just the person I want to