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blinked on the screen in huge letters, red, then green, then blue. The colors washed over Peter’s face.
    â€œAre you feeling okay?” I asked.
    â€œYeah. I told you. I’m fine,” he snapped. “How many times do I have to say it?”
    â€œSorry,” I murmured.
    â€œCan I just ask you a question, Danielle?”
    â€œYes, of course,” I said. “What is it?”
    â€œHow do you play this game?”

 

    I gasped. Tomb Raider was his favorite game. Why couldn’t he remember how to play it?
    He sat there gazing at me, the colors dancing over his face, twisting the controller in his hand. “Do you know how to start it?” he asked softly.
    I forced myself not to cry out. I held my breath. I tried not to panic.
    I had never played the game, but I knew I could figure out how to get it started. Leaning over him, I moved the controller. After fumbling around for a minute or two, I got the game to start. I picked the beginner level, even though I knew Peter was an expert player.
    Peter took the controller and started to play. I watched him, my heart pounding hard, my arms crossed tightly in front of me.
    â€œHey, this is too easy!” he cried. He moved the controller until the setup screen returned. “You jerk. You set it for Beginner,” he growled. “I’m not a beginner. I’ve already beaten this game three times!”
    He started the game again, leaning into the monitor. The colors danced over his face as if he were in the game.
    He didn’t even seem to remember that I was standing there. I tiptoed out of the room.
    Is he okay or not? I asked myself.
    Should I call Dr. Ross?
    One minute he’s asking me how to start a game he’s played a million times. The next minute, he’s an expert again….
    â€œWhat have I done? What have I done?” I repeated in a whisper.
    I decided I’d better call the doctor.
    My hand shook as I punched in the phone number and listened to the ringing at the other end.
    After four rings, a taped message began. No one in the doctor’s office. Of course. It was Sunday. I shut the phone off and tossed it onto the couch. As it hit the couch, it rang.
    I jumped. What if it’s Mom and Dad?
    What do I tell them? That everything is fine? Or do I tell them what I did? Tell them how weird Peter is acting?
    I stared at the phone. It rang again. Again.
    Finally, my heart thudding, I grabbed it. “Hello?” My voice came out tiny and shrill.
    â€œHey, Danielle?”
    â€œWho is this?”
    â€œIt’s me. Zack.”
    I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing. I guess I was so relieved that it wasn’t my parents.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?” he asked. He sounded hurt.
    â€œNothing,” I said quickly. “It’s … been a little weird around here today.” I dropped onto the couch. “What’s up, Zack?”
    â€œDid your parents go away?” he asked.
    â€œUh … yeah. They’re on their way to Cleveland.”
    â€œWell, I thought maybe you and I could grab a hamburger or something.”
    Hel-lo. Zack was asking me out? How great was that? But why today of all days?
    â€œI’d really like to,” I said. “But I don’t know. I’m in charge of Peter. I can’t go out and leave him alone.”
    â€œBring him,” Zack declared. “He’s pretty cool, your brother. Why don’t you bring him?”
    â€œWell … yes! Great! Hold on. I’ll go ask him.”
    I dropped the phone and ran back up to my brother’s room. He was still leaning over his computer, frantically playing the game.
    â€œPeter, would you like to come have dinner with Zack and me tonight?” I asked, shouting over the game.
    He kept playing for a few seconds, then put the game on pause. He turned slowly. “What?”
    â€œWould you like to go to dinner with Zack and me?” I asked. “You know. Go to