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night,” Bobby said. “It was like, old-fashioned and everything, but pretty cool. I’m going to ask Mrs. Billingham if she can give me something that’s like, more modern, though.”
    Emily nodded. Mrs. Billingham was one of the town librarians, and when Bobby had shuffled up to the front desk and mumbled that he was maybe, you know, sort of looking for a book he might possibly like to read, she had looked startled—and then, delighted, and brought him several.
    Cyril came stomping out of the store with a steaming pot of fresh coffee and a platter of Danishes for the group of people gathered at the picnic table. Rumor had it that Cyril baked all of his own pastries every morning, but Emily found that really hard to imagine.
    He smiled and waved at her. “Good morning, Emily!” Then, he frowned at Bobby. “Were you on weekend furlough from the juvenile detention hall?”
    Bobby shook his head solemnly. “Work release, sir.”
    Cyril looked as though he wanted to smile, but he sniffed, instead. “Well—get a haircut.”
    Bobby’s hair was pretty long these days, and he looked as though he had just left a beach somewhere and was wondering where his surfboard was.
    â€œWould you like a Danish, Emily?” Cyril asked.
    She nodded. “Yes, please. Could I have one for my prison friend, too?”
    Cyril grumbled, but came across the parking lot to give each of them one.
    By the time they had finished their pastries, the bus still hadn’t shown up.
    â€œWe’re going to be totally late,” Bobby said. “You think we’ll get in trouble?”
    Emily shook her head. “Everyone else on the bus is going to be late, too.”
    â€œOh.” He thought about that. “Yeah, good point.”
    Since she hadn’t been able to use her email or telephone for the past couple of days, she hadn’t talked to him at all.
    â€œI found out my mother was a college student my parents knew,” she said.
    That got Bobby’s full attention. “Seriously?” he said. “Wow.”
    She told him the whole story, during which he mostly kept shaking his head and saying, “Wow.”
    â€œSo,” he said, when she was finished. “Is it good that you know about this stuff now—or bad?”
    She shrugged, because the honest answer was that she had no idea.
    The bus was finally heading towards them, and they got on, finding seats near the back. A lot of the other buses had been late, too, apparently, because so many roads were still blocked by fallen branches and other debris, and that had caused delays all over the place. So, their principal, Mrs. Wilkins, had canceled first period, and everyone was supposed to go to their homerooms, instead, until second period.
    Even the people who lived pretty far from the coast were full of stories about the storm. It seemed that the wind and rain had done a lot of damage to trees and houses and other buildings, even if they were miles away from the actual ocean. At least one small river had flooded, and washed out a bridge, too.
    The school itself had some broken and cracked windows, which were heavily taped up, or were being repaired even while they were all sitting in class.
    The goalie nets on the soccer field had blown into the nearby woods, one of the poles holding up a net and backboard on the outdoor basketball court was completely tilted to one side, a tree had fallen on top of the backstop on the baseball field, and trash cans had been thrown all over the place. It was a mess, and she could see the custodians outside, trying to clean it up.
    Her other best friend, Karen, was in her homeroom. Normally, they not only emailed each other and talked on the phone a lot, but they texted constantly, too. So, it had been strange to be out of contact all weekend. She had known Karen since they had taken a Tiny Tots swimming class at the college, when they were about three years old. Karen