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communication. Or sharing. Or the outward display of human emotion of any kind.” Coming from Emilia, that didn’t sound like a criticism. “We’ll hear what happens from the papers before we hear it from Henry.”
    Having placed their orders, Maya and Di appeared behind Emilia, like an athletic angel and an Icelandic devil on her shoulders.
    “My mom’s already running numbers,” Maya commented. “The president wasn’t expecting to appoint a justice this term. It could be a game changer.”
    “Maya,” Emilia interjected, cutting off that topic of conversation completely. “Di.” She looked from one girl to the other. “Meet Tess Kendrick.”
    “Ivy Kendrick’s little sister?” Maya raised an eyebrow. “Remind me to stay on your good side.”
    “Who’s Ivy Kendrick?” Di asked. Her hair was so pale it practically gave off light. Her accent was sharp—and impossible to ignore.
    “Remember the time you got
me
arrested, Miss Diplomatic Immunity?” Maya shot back.
    Di tilted her head to the side. “This sounds vaguely familiar.”
    Maya gave Di a pointed look, and after a long moment, a realization settled over Di’s face. “Oh,” she said. “
That
Ivy Kendrick. Is she the one who . . . that thing with Grant?”
    Emilia nodded. “I don’t even want to know what she has on the members of the board,” she added, her gaze darting over to me. “Like I said, Hardwicke almost never admits students midsemester.”
    I shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”
    Emilia stared at me for three or four more seconds, then gave up on pumping me for information. “We should go,” she decided with the force of a monarch declaring law. “I have Latin first period.
The
Aeneid
waits for no man.”
    As quickly as they’d descended upon us, the three girls were gone.
    “Emilia’s angling for valedictorian,” Vivvie said almost apologetically. “I’m pretty sure she’s been angling for valedictorian since we were about four. She comes on a little strong sometimes.” Vivvie took a tiny nibble of bagel, then changed the subject. “I’m guessing you heard that Justice Marquette is in the hospital. It was all over the news this morning.”
    I nodded but didn’t mention that I hadn’t gotten my information from the news.
    “It’s so sad,” Vivvie said softly. “His grandson Henry is in our grade, and I hear they’re actually pretty close. But even Henry’s friends aren’t thinking about Henry. Or his grandfather. I mean, Maya’s mom works for the White House, and they’re already talking about replacements.”
    I felt a pang for this Henry Marquette and tried not to think about grandfathers—Henry’s or mine.
    “What exactly does Maya’s mom do at the White House?” I asked. Vivvie had said the phrase
White House
the way that kids at any other school might say
City Hall.
From the lack of emphasis Vivvie gave it, Maya’s mom might as well work at the local mall.
    Vivvie blinked several times. I could practically see her reminding herself that I was new—not just to the school, but also to DC. “Mrs. Rojas is a pollster. She analyzes numbers and statistics, does surveys, that kind of thing.”
    I hadn’t even realized that was a job.
    “What about Emilia?”
    Vivvie tilted her head to the side. “What about her?”
    “Di’s father is an ambassador. Maya’s mom crunches numbers for the president. What do Emilia’s parents do?”
    Vivvie thought for a moment. “I think they’re dentists.”
    Emilia did have remarkably good teeth.
    “One more question,” I told Vivvie.
    She made a finger gunning motion. “Shoot.”
    “What,” I said slowly, “
exactly
is it that my sister does?”
    Vivvie’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. “You don’t know?”
    I gritted my teeth. “I know that everyone around here seems to know her name,” I said finally. “I know that she apparently got Maya out of being arrested. I know that Headmaster Raleigh is a little bit scared of her, and I know