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around—the first two in years. I had a feeling I was going to like this place.
    “It’s been extra busy since Mona disappeared, and sort of spooky,” Anjali whispered.
    “Someone disappeared?” I asked.
    “Mona Chen, one of the pages.”
    “Where’d she go?”
    “I don’t know. Ms. Callender thinks she went back to Taiwan with her family, but she never said good-bye, and that’s not like her. Marc and I are trying to find out what happened to her. We think it may have something to do with . . .” She stopped.
    “With what?”
    “I’m sorry. Never mind. You’re going to think I’m crazy. And I don’t want to scare you away before you’ve even started! But I did think I should warn you.”
    “Warn me about what? Scare me how?” There was something almost gothic about this place, with the mysterious collection Anjali and Marc wouldn’t tell me about and now a disappearing page. I was less scared than intrigued.
    Anjali paused. “Well, there are some wild rumors about a—about a flying creature that’s been following some of the patrons and pages around. They even say it snatched a repository object right out of a patron’s hands.”
    “A flying creature? What do you mean?” This did sound crazy. Was Anjali fooling with me? She looked serious.
    “I’ve heard it’s like a giant bird,” Anjali said. “At least that’s what they say. I don’t know if it’s true. But then Mona disappeared, and she was really scared about the bird and so I thought . . .”
    “Wait,” I said. “Have you seen this bird yourself?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t think so. But sometimes I get the feeling something’s watching me.”
    “That sounds pretty scary,” I said, not knowing how seriously to take her.
    “Yeah, well . . .” She punched the elevator call button. “I don’t mean to freak you out. Just, watch out for . . .” Anjali looked at me and smiled.
    “For enormous birds that steal objects and kidnap pages,” I finished.
    “Yeah, I know it sounds nuts. But after you work at this place for a while, you’ll start to get used to some pretty unlikely stuff.”
    The elevator arrived and I got in. “See you Tuesday!”
    “See you Tuesday, have a good weekend!”
    Anjali waved as the doors closed. New friend or weirdo? I wondered. She seemed nice, anyway. It wouldn’t be so bad, I decided, if she turned out to be both.

Chapter 3:
    A suspicious page

    Dad was home alone when I got back from the repository.
    “Hi, sweetheart,” he said. “Are you just getting home from school?”
    “School got out hours ago, Dad. Today I was interviewing for my new job,” I said. “Remember? I told you about it last week.”
    “Oh, that’s right. Where is it again, the Historical Society?”
    “No, the New-York Circulating Material Repository,” I reminded him. Dad used to remember things I told him, back when it was just the two of us.
    “That’s that private museum with the beautiful stained-glass windows,” he said. “They’re famous. I’ve always meant to go see them.”
    “It’s wonderful. You would love it; it’s your kind of place. You should come, especially now that I work there. I bet I could show you around, give you a tour,” I said.
    We heard Cathy’s key in the front door and she burst into the room.
    “Michael! Come look at the colors I’m considering for the bedroom.” Cathy was constantly repainting the apartment and was never quite satisfied with the results.
    “Sure.” He followed her out.
    “So you’ll come with me to the repository, Dad?” I asked.
    “We’ll talk about it later, Elizabeth,” he said. I wondered if we ever would.
    I went to my room and did my homework, rushing through my French so I could take my time with social studies. I wanted to read praise in Mr. Mauskopf’s brown ink when I got the homework back— well argued instead of sloppy thinking. I wanted to deserve it.

    At lunch the next day, I stood with my tray listening to the roar of the