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confidence of someone much older and she saw it in those eyes.
    "You speak?" Pallin asked.
    "Um…Yeah." Although her mouth seemed to quit
working the last few minutes.
    "Then we can having time together?"
    Okay. No one had ever asked her out before,
but Pallin, who could have had any girl in school, asked her? Hell
must have frozen over, which was quite likely after that winter,
but she wouldn't argue. "Yeah. I'd like that."
    * * *
    For the rest of the night, Raea could think
of nothing but Pallin. He had been in two of her afternoon classes
and they talked between. After school, she gave him her number to
call her at home. He said he stayed at the local hotel, so he had a
phone available.
    She paced in her room, unable to focus on
her homework. After ten and he hadn't called yet. Didn't he know
how to use a phone? Had something happened?
    No. She couldn't think that. He might be
foreign, but he didn't seem stupid. In fact, he sounded pretty
sharp for someone having difficulty speaking English. He was going
to school while the others—parents, she guessed—had business in
McClarron. He traveled with them, experiencing the military life,
which explained his behavior. That she understood. Others had
passed in and out of their school. But what would the military want
in a small town of four thousand?
    She couldn't wait to see him in school
tomorrow.
    Her anxiety turned to fidgeting. Enough
sitting in her room. She had to do something, anything . Even
watching the news with Debbie would be better than laying in bed
waiting and wondering.
    Raea wandered down to the open main floor,
where the furniture divided the living room from the dining room
and foyer.
    "You better get to bed." Debbie looked up
from the couch, where she sat alone. Mike must have worked on the
computer in another room.
    "I can't sleep." Thoughts of Pallin circled
through her head. She wanted to see him again. School wasn't good
enough—too many people listening or watching. She needed a chance
to go on a date, a real date. Why hadn't he called?
    "Is something wrong?"
    "No, just excited." Raea fell onto the chair
to watch the news. Some television might help her get her mind off
her anxieties.
    The local anchor wore a somber expression on
her pretty face. "Ryan Lake found his parents dead in their
McClarron home when he arrived to visit for the weekend. Local
authorities have reported no bullets found in their initial
investigation, although the couple had both clearly been shot in
their chests. No suspects have yet been considered, but police are
continuing to investigate."
    "That's depressing." Why couldn't the news
report something upbeat? Then again, there wasn't much else to talk
about in a small town, even if the station was out of Bismarck.
Murder rarely happened there, so it was big news. She didn't want
to hear about it though, especially when she remembered Ryan before
he graduated and how fair he treated everyone.
    "I can't believe it. That's Linda and Dean.
I work with her older sister, Sheri. Poor Ryan. I'll bet he's
having a hard time."
    Debbie knew them? Then again, who didn't
Debbie know? "Yeah." Raea could relate to losing one's parents. She
sympathized with the guy.
    "I can't believe this. They're good people.
Who would want to murder them? I thought the cold was supposed to
keep the riffraff out," Debbie said.
    "Yeah. You'd think." Why were her parents in
the storm thirteen years ago? That's what Raea wanted to know, but
the only answer she would ever have was a tornado. No "riffraff" as
Debbie put it, just bad luck and weather.
    "I know it's not easy. I miss Scott
too."
    Raea missed them every day, but now wasn't
the time to think about it. That made her think of the visions and
the dreams. Raea didn't want to fall into that grief. Not now. Now,
she wanted a distraction. She wanted to think about Pallin.
    Raea jumped from the chair and curled up
next to Debbie on the couch. The warmth felt good in the chilly
room, but Debbie's arm