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the least wanted. This was whole new territory.
    He went on. “Protocol is to just let you do your thing and check in on you frequently. But I like to think outside of the box. What better way to guide you than to work with you on my task force?”
    “But I don’t know if I’m ready for something out of the box. That was my first district meeting back there.”
    “District meetings aren’t mandatory. That wasn’t even half of the Supers in our district.” Nathaniel stopped and turned to me. He put a meaty hand on my shoulder. The electricity of his touch was evident even through the fabric of my coat. “I’m not going to lie to you, Audrey. Your career has been underwhelming. But I think that I can push you to the next level if you’ll let me. Will you let me?”
    Looking into his deep blue eyes, I probably would have let him do anything he wanted. “Yeah, sure,” I breathed.
    He patted me on the shoulder and resumed walking. “What do you think your legacy as a Super will be, Audrey?”
    Well, that certainly brought me out of my trance. “Ummmmmmmmm,” I drew out. “I kinda never really thought about it.” Nathaniel gave me a serious nod but didn’t say anything. That made me nervous and I started babbling. “I mean. . . I guess. . . I’m more focused on the day to day of the job.” I hoped that made me sound as serious as he looked.
    He saw right through my bullshit answer. “Sounds like you don’t know.”
    “Yeah. Everything I touch kinda turns to shit,” I admitted.
    “At the end of this, you’ll know the answer to that question. Supers do the impossible every day. We keep the world safe. We do what civilians can’t do and wouldn’t want to do if they had the chance. I expect everyone I work with to rise to that challenge. Any questions?”
    I spoke without thinking. “Yeah. How come people don’t see you when you’re flying? I mean, you’re right by windows sometimes. And what about people in planes?”
    Nathaniel stopped short and looked me up and down as if he were trying to see just how serious I was. Then he burst into a deep laugh and resumed walking again. I couldn’t decide if I was upset that he wasn’t answering the question or if I was excited that I’d made him laugh. Probably a little bit of both.
    Chapter 7
    “You look like hell.”
    Sunday morning came too fast for my tastes. But I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some sweats, a hoodie, a coat, and a pair of dark sunglasses before taking the train into Manhattan to Arbor Animal Clinic on 97th street. I couldn’t say for sure if I looked like hell but I certainly felt like hell. “You don’t look so great yourself.”
    Ella was already sitting in the lobby holding a Starbucks coffee and a pink cat carrier that obviously had Din-Din inside. Even though she wearing her best Upper-West-Side-Young Professional-on-a-Sunday outfit, she looked like she had been up all night worrying. “She better not be pregnant, Audrey.”
    I reached down to pull Din-Din out of her carrier. She was a small orange and white cat with a few battle scars from living on the street for so long. But she was the most loving cat I’d ever known. I cuddled her while she purred loudly and emphatically. “Oh, calm down. If she’s pregnant, she’ll just have some cute kittens. Kittens are adorable.”
    “And where will these kittens live?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll just find them some good homes or something.”
    Ella’s face got so red but her voice got very calm. I knew she was extremely mad. This was something my mom did when she was close to blowing her top. “And how do you expect to do that, Audrey? You promised you’d find a home for Din-Din last year and we’re still waiting.”
    I was saved from answering by one of the staff, a young woman dressed in scrubs decorated with dolphins. “Din-Din Hart?” Ella took Din-Din from my arms and told me to pick up the cat carrier. Then she followed the staff member into an