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    Lenni slid the book from my hand and looked at the page. “Wow. Your eyes have really faded in these pictures.” She flipped page after page. “They’re almost gone.” She put her nose close to the photographs. “Weird. Mine are blue as ever. It must be the glue or something.”
    “Girls! Come down for dinner,” Mrs. Flemming called up the stairs.
    Lenni shrugged and shut the book.
    Bianca chatted with Lenni’s mom at the polished dining table, her red hair brilliant under the chandelier.
    “Here we are,” Lenni announced, scooting a chair out on either side of Bianca.
    “Let’s dig in.” Mrs. Flemming removed the lid from a glass dish, revealing dumplings in gray soup. “I made eggrolls, too. Tell me what you think.” The crusts oozed a curious green liquid as she plopped them to our plates.
    “Where’s Daddy? I thought he’d be home from the golf course by now,” Lenni said, poking at her eggroll.
    “He and a client are having dinner at the country club after the game. I guess you’d call golf a game. Or maybe it’s a round. A round of golf? Anyway, he’ll be back later. So how do you like the dumplings?”
    “Delicious.” Bianca grinned, chewing emphatically, licking her lips. She snaked her tongue over her small, white teeth then looked at me, snapping them sharply together.
    I tottered in my chair, jarring my plate. My dumpling rolled to the floor. “Sorry Pam,” I said, scooping it into the linen napkin.
    “Plenty more where that came from.” She eyed the vacant spot on my dish then splatted on a double helping.
    My stomach clenched. “Thank you.”
    “Are you feeling better?” she asked.
    “I think so.”
    “It takes a while for the pills to kick in, but once they do, it’s a good eight hours before they wear off.” She took a bite of her eggroll and grimaced, then sampled her dumpling. “Wow. How are you girls eating this stuff?” She spit into her napkin, stood and collected our plates. “I’m ordering pizza,” she called out from the kitchen, over the garbage disposal.
    “Come on. We’re off the hook,” Lenni whispered. We walked to the stairs. Bianca passed us midway, marching wordlessly ahead. She disappeared into Lenni’s bedroom as I climbed the last step. We followed her inside and I shut the door behind us.
    “What’s wrong?” Lenni hopped onto the bed, nudging Bianca playfully.
    Bianca shoved back. “I’m bored. Let’s play a game.” She glanced from Lenni to me, a little smile forming on her lips.
    “What kind?” Lenni jumped to the floor, rummaged through a crate filled with board games.
    “Not those,” Bianca snapped, sliding to the carpet.
    “I’ll hook up the game system.” Lenni crawled toward the television.
    “No. I’m thinking something more personal.” Bianca laid back and stared at the ceiling.
    “A get-acquainted game.” Lenni clapped. “Good idea.”
    Lenni was wrong—this was the opposite of a good idea. My eyes darted to the door. Slowly, it opened right before my eyes. I yelped and pointed.
    “What’s the matter with you?” Lenni stood and crossed the room.
    “The door—” The words came out as a whisper. I swallowed and tried again. “The door opened by itself.” I flicked my gaze to Bianca, wondering how she’d done it. She sat up and smirked.
    “Oh, that.” Lenni giggled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She pulled the door closed and wiggled the knob. “Something’s wrong with the latch. It doesn’t always fasten. Dad hasn’t gotten around to fixing it yet.”
    I dropped cross-legged to the floor, my heartbeat returning to normal.
    “Jumpy, aren’t we?” Bianca reclined on her elbows. “Let’s get started—unless Molly’s too scared.”
    “I don’t really like games.”
    “Let’s play anyway,” Bianca said. “Do you have a bottle, Lenni?”
    Lenni stepped to the dresser, plucked fake carnations from a green bottle, and then tossed it. It bounced, landing in front of me.
    My heart