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else.”
    Ella wasn’t going to let it go, though. “But why didn’t you bring your boyfriend? Who are you ashamed of? Him or us?”
    “I didn’t bring him because he’s not my boyfriend. Just because you see me with a man doesn’t mean that he’s my boyfriend.”
    “Well, it must mean something,” Mom said. “We haven’t met any of your boyfriends since high school. What was his name?”
    “James,” Ella answered for me. “And we didn’t exactly meet him. We walked in on them when they thought no one was home—”
    “OK, OK, OK,” I practically screamed, trying to drown her out. Having a sister that never forgets anything is the worst. “We all know what happened next. No need to bring that up again. Besides, not everyone can bring home every man they hold hands with.”
    “I don’t do that,” she cried. But I could tell I’d hit a sore spot. For as smart as Ella was, she had a problem picking appropriate relationships. She tended to fall for these actor/model types that she had nothing in common with, only to have it crash and burn before it even really got off the ground. I couldn’t remember how many times I’d sat across the table from some guy she had brought home, knowing it was a lost cause.
    Dad took a big gulp of his beer. “Can we talk about something else, anything else but the love lives’ of my daughters?”
    I clinked my glass to his. “I second that.”
    “I have something to talk about,” Ella announced in a funny voice. “I think Din-Din is pregnant.”
    “What?!” Mom, Dad, and I cried at the same time. Din-Din was a cat I’d saved during a Super shift and brought home. Only, I was living at home at the time and wasn’t exactly allowed to have pets. So I got Ella to take her in on a temporary basis. Unfortunately, because I wasn’t supposed to have pets in my building, the arrangement seemed to be more and more permanent by the day.
    “But how?” I said.
    “I know! But she got out last month and she was gone for a couple of hours.” I vaguely remembered a frantic call from Ella where she blamed me for giving her a cat and then blamed me for that cat being missing. “And now she’s acting pregnant.”
    Mom looked at Ella in disbelief. “You didn’t get her fixed?”
    “Mom, I don’t own a cat.” Ella pointed at me. “Audrey, asked me to watch a cat for her for a while and has never shown up to get the cat back. It wasn’t my responsibility to get her fixed.”
    “Well, how are you going to know if she’s pregnant?” Mom asked. “Are you taking her to the vet?”
    “I have an appointment on Sunday morning. Hopefully, I’ll find out then.”
    “Audrey will go with you,” Mom volunteered.
    I almost spit out a mouthful of my Cornish game hen. “What? Why me?”
    “Because you’re the reason she has Din-Din, dear. You can at least accompany her to the vet.”
    Even though I knew Mom was right, I didn’t want to do it. But I knew that if I said that, they’d all gang up on me. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”
    Dad clapped his hands together. “Well, that settles it. Audrey doesn’t have a boyfriend. Ella doesn’t have a boyfriend. Din-Din does have a boyfriend. And I’m tired of talking about all of it. Now what’s for dessert?”
    Chapter 6
    I’m not a very good Super. I know that. Anyone who has taken a look at my file down at the Super Council headquarters knows that. There was a time when I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a Super. In fact, I never really agreed to it.
    Like every other Super, I started showing signs at puberty and my parents took me down to the Council to have me evaluated. And the next thing I knew, I was in Super School—which is basically high school but instead of having gym class, you learn how to control your powers. There’s government class but you spend a whole year learning about how the Council governs Supers. And it’s really hard to cheat on test when your teacher has telekinesis.
    When I was done with school, I