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asked, sounding very anxious.
    â€œYeah, it’s just down there at the end of the hall,” I said, pointing at the closed door.
    â€œThat would be fine. Thank you.”
    â€œWould you mind if I go down to the canoes?” Ray asked. “If you decide to go you’ll probably want to leave right away, and there are things that need to be done.”
    â€œThat does sound wise,” Albert agreed.
    â€œGood, then I’ll just—”
    â€œAnd Nigel will accompany you. He can offer assistance in any manner you feel is needed.”
    â€œWhatever,” Ray said. He started for the door and Nigel fell in behind him. There wasn’t any question in my mind that Nigel wasn’t going along so much to help as to make sure Ray didn’t talk to anybody.
    â€œWe should go to my room,” I said, and I motioned for them to follow me. I opened my bedroom door and instantly regretted my offer. I’d forgotten just how messy I’d left it. It wasn’t just that I hadn’t made the bed—the dresser top was covered with half-filled glasses and dirty plates, and the floor was littered with clothes I’d kicked off and never bothered to pick up.
    I bent down and rolled up a ball of clothing, making sure a dirty pair of underwear was concealed.
    â€œIt’s a little messy in here,” I said as I pitched the clothing across the room and it dropped out of sight behind my bed.
    â€œIt’s more like a lot messy in here,” the Prince said with a laugh.
    â€œAndrew, be polite! It is not that bad!”
    â€œLook around,” he said. “You only think it isn’t so bad because you’re comparing it to your room!”
    â€œI do not want you talking about my room any more than I want you in my room!” she snapped.
    As the two of them started to argue I continued to straighten up. I kicked some more clothing under the bed, pushed closed some dresser drawers and closed the door to my cupboard. I started to pull up the covers on my bed and—
    â€œThat’s a nice computer,” Prince Andrew said.
    â€œWhat?” I asked, even though I’d heard the comment.
    â€œYour computer, it’s very nice. Do you have any games?”
    â€œNot a lot. Mostly I use it for my schoolwork and e-mail and—”
    â€œYou can get e-mail up here?” the Princess asked.
    â€œSure, through the satellite. That’s how I get my school assignments.”
    â€œAnd if you get e-mail, that means you can go onto the Internet, right?” she asked.
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œAnd go to things like chat rooms.”
    â€œI’ve done that before,” I said, although I’d only done it a couple of times. It never made sense to me to spend time talking to a bunch of strangers.
    â€œCould I use your computer to go into a chat room?”
    â€œI guess … sure.”
    â€œHere we go again!” her brother moaned. “You spend more time talking to people on the computer than you do with real people.”
    â€œThat’s because the people on the computer are more real than some of the people I spend time with. Especially you!”
    â€œJust shut up!” he snapped.
    â€œYou shut up, and stay out of my business!”
    Did these two always fight like this?
    â€œYou can go on my computer,” I said, trying to break up the fight.
    â€œThank you, so much!” she said, sounding sweet again.
    I pulled the chair out from the desk. I swept the dirty clothes off with the back of my hand and kicked them out of sight under the desk. Then I sat down and tapped on the keyboard, bringing the computer to life. I moved the cursor over to the Internet icon and the screen popped open. I started to type in my password when I became aware that the Princess was right there, leaning over my shoulder. I stopped.
    â€œExcuse me,” I said.
    She gave me a puzzled look.
    â€œI have to type in my password. It’s