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different.”
    Little set the bottle of oil on the counter and leaned in close to the mirror, peering at her skin. Then she said, “She’s rich. That’s what Gates is. Her family has a whole lot of money.” She stepped back and made a face in the mirror, sucking in her cheeks and arching her eyebrows. It was the kind of thing I’d have done alone but never in front of another person. But I kind of liked the fact that Little’s attention to me was sporadic; it made me feel less inhibited.
    “I thought Gates was from a farm,” I said.
    “A farm that’s half the state of Idaho. Her people grow potatoes. Bet you didn’t think such a nasty little vegetable could be worth so much.”
    “Is Gates good at basketball?”
    “Not as good as me.” In the mirror, Little grinned. “You ever find out about my name?”
    “Not yet,” I said. “I’m conducting an investigation, but all my leads have been dead ends.”
    “Yeah, right. I’ll tell you why. It’s because I’m a twin.”
    “For real?”
    “Yep. I’m the baby, so you can guess my sister’s name.” She was quiet, and I realized I really was supposed to guess.
    “This might be too obvious, but is it Big?”
    “Got it on the first try,” Little said. “Give the girl a prize. I’m bigger than Big now, but these things stick.”
    “That’s really cool,” I said. “Where does Big go to school?”
    “At home. Pittsburgh. You ever been to Pittsburgh?”
    I shook my head.
    “It’s different from here, I’ll tell you that much.”
    “You must miss Big.” Knowing Little had a twin, even a twin who was far away, made me wonder if she didn’t need a friend.
    “You got any sisters?” Little asked.
    “Just brothers.”
    “Yeah, I got a brother, too. I got three brothers. But that’s not the same.” She stuck her bottle of oil into her bucket—on the first night in the dorm, Madame Broussard had given us all buckets for our toiletries—and turned toward me. “You’re not bad,” she said. “Most people here, they’re not real. But you’re real.”
    “Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”
    When she was gone—on the way out, she said, “G’nighty”—I pulled my toothbrush and toothpaste from my own bucket. When I stuck my toothbrush under the faucet, I noticed that in the sink next to mine, the one where Little had been standing, there was a sprinkling of short, coarse black hairs. So they were head hairs, Little’s head hairs. With a paper towel from the dispenser, I wiped them away.
             
    The next theft was a hundred-dollar bill Aspeth’s grandmother had sent for her birthday. It had been in her wallet, which had been on top of her desk. We found out on Sunday, the night after the drag dance. I learned the amount and the owner of the money not from anything Madame Broussard said at curfew—again, she was stony-faced and discreet—but from Dede, who was outraged.
    “It’s like my friends and I are targets,” Dede said when we were back in our room. “We’re being discriminated against.” She leaned over and set a red cashmere sweater on the floor, on top of black pants. When she was upright again, she wrinkled her nose. “Something stinks in here.”
    I sniffed the air, but I was pretending. She was right—it did stink. It had stunk for several days, and at first I’d thought I was imagining the fishy odor, but it had become more pronounced. When Dede and Sin-Jun were out of the room, I’d smelled my armpits and between my legs, then my sheets, then my dirty laundry. The fishiness hadn’t increased in any of these places, but it hadn’t decreased either. “It does smell kind of weird,” I said.
    “Hey, Sin-Jun,” Dede said. “Take a whiff. It smells bad, right?”
    “Take a whiff?”
    “Smell the air,” I said. I mimed inhaling deeply. “Our room smells funny,” I said. “Not so good.”
    “Ahh,” Sin-Jun said. She turned back to the papers on her desk.
    Dede rolled her eyes at me.
    “Maybe it’s