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to die when they are a kid, Logan. Nobody.”
    Logan felt like he was going to choke on all the different feelings that were battling in his throat. Here he was, arguing about dying with a kid hooked up to the latest in medical miracle machines. This was the last thing he wanted to talk about with Kip right now. But he needed answers and he needed them fast.
    He jumped off the bed.
    â€œOkay, so you’re right, already. No kid deserves to die. And I shouldn’t have kicked the wall in, either. But I was mad. I was mad that someone who had everything going for her was so messed up. But now I’m not just mad, I’m worried.”
    â€œWell, I’m worried, too,” said Kip, wiping his face with the back of one hand.
    They were both quiet a moment, listening to thevarious beeps and hums in the room. Kip reached out and pulled the notebook closer.
    â€œI forgot about the Jacqueline name,” he said, smiling a little. “Cleo is crazy, right?”
    Logan didn’t know what to say. “I hope not,” he muttered.
    Kip looked up at him through tired eyes. “How come you’re reading this stuff to me, Logan? You’ve never read anything to me before. Lots of computer games, but no books.”
    Logan stuck his finger in the notebook to mark his place and took a quick glance out the window into the hall. No nurses in sight. But the clock was still ticking and the kid kept asking awkward questions. He closed the notebook and slid off the bed.
    â€œLook, dude. I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. Someone’s in trouble and I need to find them, all right? And I think something in the notebook might help me do that. That’s all I can tell you right now, okay?”
    The kid stared at him a moment and then reached over to the table to grab his laptop.
    â€œI know more than you think I do,” he said quietly. “I think you’re trying to rescue Cleo.”
    Logan swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly dry. This was really bad news. If this eleven-year-old kid was onto him, could the cops be far behind? He checked the window again compulsively and then moved back to sit on the corner of Kip’s bed.
    â€œWhy do you think Cleo needs rescuing, Kip?”
    The LED lights blinked green and red in the darkness above the bed and one of the machines clicked regularly. Heart monitor, Logan thought.
    â€œI can’t tell you,” Kip said after a long pause. “But maybe I can show you.”
    He leaned forward and pulled the notebook out of Logan’s hand.

    November 11
    Kip Graeme
    Hi Abbie!
    Long time no write! I’m back again — your fave Kidney Kid. This time I’m in the hospital for just one week. Dr. Robbie says I need just a quick clean-out of my blood and then I can go home. Not like last year, huh? Dr. Robbie says I should be careful so I don’t get that sick again; it’s my job to look after my new kidney.
    You have a different notebook this time, but I bet you kept your old one, right? I remember how you want me to stick my journal entries and math in here,just like before. But remember, last year you made me write about where I live and my vacation and all that. I hope you’ve still got all that stuff in your old book because I don’t want to write it all out again. So I can just skip it, right? The only difference is that now I am eleven and last year I was ten. Same everything else.
    This year, I suppose you’ll want me to write about how it feels to be back. It feels not too bad. Well, not as bad as I thought, anyway. I only have to stay a week this time. I get to skip school, too, so not a bad deal. Besides, school with you is easier. Plus there’s no one to bug me about my fat face or anything.
    Things seem the same around here. A little quieter than last summer, maybe. Remember Spencer? He was that kid who broke his back and his leg doing wheelies on his