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it will take a while for your strength to return. Be very careful at this point. Don’t forget their ultimate goal is to kill you.”
    “I felt a bit sick, but that was more to do with the shock than anything else.” I say.
    “Adam is not a ‘Taker’, Alice. You would have known if he was.”
    We’ve all gone very quiet. Stefan can’t think of something funny to say; Poppy isn’t laughing and Annabel doesn’t have any input. We’ve lived all of our lives knowing that our main purpose was to find good people. There was always the element of danger, the ‘dark side’ involved, but this has elevated that danger. This is serious. Really serious. But is Jason worth taking the risk over?
    I picture him in high school, tie pulled loose and his stupid cute little grin. Yes, worth the risk.
    “Then we if all agree, let’s keep Adam alive and go for the ‘Taker’.” Robbie sounds too enthusiastic.

    But we all nod. A moment of silence follows before Stefan says, “And on a lighter note, Glen got offered his job, so celebration party Sunday!” We all break into smiles.

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
     
    I’ve done the unthinkable to Poppy. I’ve invited Annabel over for lunch. Poppy arrived home twenty minutes ago, and it’s taken me that long to drum up the courage to tell her.
    “Please Poppy don’t give me that look. I thought it would be nice for the girls to get together and giggle about boys before my date tonight.” I plead.
    “The girls are already here. The girl troll is on her way over.” She pouts.
    We don’t hate Annabel by any stretch. And making fun of her is just our way of releasing a little of the tension that’s still left over after our meeting.
    Even though she’s pulling the most miserable face ever she starts giggling before I do. “She’s not a troll.” I try, hoping this doesn’t turn into a full scale scathing attack. “But yea, she does look a little like one.”
    “Big foreheaded troll with buggy eyes” she’s giggling so much it’s almost hurting her now “and a jutting out chin.”
    Annabel doesn’t really look like this. Unless you squint slightly. Naturally that’s when the doorbell rings so we have to try and compose ourselves. We both run to answer the door and as we open it we take one look at Annabel, look at each other, and then break out into giggling fits again.
    “What’s so funny this time?”
    For no reason at all, that just makes us laugh more. Poppy has to take a bathroom break so I’m left to make up some lame excuse as to why we’re both crazy.
    “We were just guessing what colour blouse you’d wear and we were both wrong. Silly really.” I attempt.
    “Yes.”
    Eek, no more giggling with that response.
    “I thought we’d just go to the café around the corner if that’s ok with you. I wanted to fill you in on my date tonight and ask you for some older girl advice?” Trying to be nice.
    “Sure. I’d enjoy that.” Wow, did she just smile at me? Is there really a girl inside the troll? Oh no, am about to start giggling again so run upstairs to change my shoes.
     
    We’re seated next to the window in the local café. I love people watching from here. Living in Wimbledon , I always expect to see god like tennis men strutting about in their white shorts but truthfully, it only gets crazy here for 2 weeks of the year, and there’s no white shorts. Just wet people wearing cagoules and eating strawberries.
    “So, you really like this Jason then?” Annabel asks.
    “I, I don’t know. I used to think I’d marry him when I grew up but that was a long time ago. He certainly looks good but obviously he’s gotten in with the wrong crowd. I don’t think you can know if you’d like someone after one dinner.”
    Annabel and Poppy look at each other and start laughing. I’m shocked. One, I didn’t know Annabel could laugh but more importantly two, she’s laughing with my best friend. About me!
    “I don’t think you can know if you’d like