se,aotionflashedalongtheriverbankfarbelow.Tomyhorror,Isawalineofgelingswalkingthroughaclearinginsinglefile,blendinginwiththebuddingtreesandbushes,thenvanishinginablink.Thosestrangechildrenmovedlikedeer.Myparentswereoblivious,butatthethoughtofthosecreaturesdownthere,Iflushedandbrokeintoasweat,whichasquicklyturoachill.Thattheystillexistedalarmedme,forIhadnearlyfottehattheycouldexposemypastmademeill,andIwasabouttobegmyfathertopullofftheroad.Buthelitupanaretteandopenedhiswindowwider,andthefreshairalleviatedmynausea,ifnotmyfear.

    Mombrokethespell."DidntMr.Martinaskustoittofourmonths?"

    "IllcallhimMondayandworkoutadeal.Letstrytwomonths,actually,atfirst.Seeiftheboylikesit."

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