twelve

I haven't been paying attention to the passage of time, other than to mark appointments at my studio. And now that I know it's been a week since I saw Kay, and now that I remember his belief that something's coming, a storm he can taste on the back of his tongue, now I might be a little worried.

"Maybe he just left town," Maya suggests. "Does he have friends he could be visiting?"

"I doubt it," the girl - Alene - says.

"You don't know," the boy tells her. "Maybe he does. Or he went to see his grandpa."

( Grandpa's dead. C'mon, Ben, we've had this conversation. )

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