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smelled appalling.
    Her mother didn’t turn around. On the counter on either side of her were green, oceanic drifts of loose herbs. “You don’t have to run everywhere.”
    “ You do,” Blue retorted. “Why didn’t you wake me up for school?”
    “I did,” Maura said. “Twice.” Then, to herself, “Dammit.”
    From the table, Neeve’s mild voice said, “Do you need my help with that, Maura?” She sat at the table with a cup of tea, looking plump and angelic as always, no sign of having lost any sleep the night before. Neeve stared at Blue, who tried to avoid eye contact.
    “I’m perfectly capable of making a damn meditation tea, thank you,” Maura said. To Blue, she added, “I told the school you had the flu. I emphasized that you were vomiting. Remember to look peaked tomorrow.”
    Blue pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. She’d never missed class the day after the church watch. Been sleepy, perhaps, but never wasted like last night.
    “Was it because I saw him?” she asked Neeve, lowering her hands. She wished that she couldn’t remember the boy so clearly. Or rather, the idea of him, his hand sprawled on the ground. She wished she could un-see it. “Is that why I slept so long?”
    “It’s because you let fifteen spirits walk through your body while you chatted with a dead boy,” Maura replied tersely, before Neeve could speak. “From what I’ve heard, anyway. Christ, is this what these leaves are supposed to smell like?”
    Blue turned to Neeve, who continued to sip her tea with a sanguine air. “Is that true? Is it because spirits walked through me?”
    “You did let them draw energy from you,” Neeve replied. “You have quite a lot, but not that much.”
    Blue had two immediate thoughts about this. One was I have quite a lot of energy? and the other was I think I am annoyed . It was not as if she had intentionally allowed the spirits to draw power from her.
    “You should teach her to protect herself,” Neeve told Maura.
    “I have taught her some things. I’m not an entirely wretched mother,” Maura said, handing Blue a cup of tea.
    Blue said, “I’m not trying this. It smells awful.” She retrieved a cup of yogurt from the fridge. Then, in solidarity with her mother, she told Neeve, “I’ve never had to protect myself at the church watch before.”
    Neeve mused, “That’s surprising. You amplify energy fields so much, I’m surprised they don’t find you, even here.”
    “Oh, stop,” Maura said, sounding irritable. “There is nothing frightening about dead people.”
    Blue was still seeing Gansey’s ghostly posture, defeated and bewildered. She said, “Mom, the church-watch spirits — can you ever prevent their deaths? By warning them?”
    The phone rang then. It shrilled twice and kept going, which meant Orla was still on the line with the other caller.
    “Damn Orla!” Maura said, though Orla wasn’t around to hear it.
    “I’ll get it,” Neeve said.
    “Oh, but —” Maura didn’t finish what she was going to say. Blue wondered if she was thinking that Neeve normally worked for a lot more than a dollar a minute.
    “I know what you’re thinking,” her mother said, after Neeve had left the kitchen. “Most of them die from heart attacks and cancer and other things that just can’t be helped. That boy is going to die.”
    Blue was beginning to feel a phantom of the sensation she’d felt before, that strange grief. “I don’t think an Aglionby boy will die from a heart attack. Why do you bother telling your clients?”
    “So they can get their things in order and do everything they want to do before they die.” Her mother turned then, fixing Blue with a very knowing gaze. She looked as impressive as someone could look when standing barefoot in jeans, holding a mug of tea reeking of rotting soil.
    “I’m not going to stop you from trying to warn him, Blue. But you need to know he’s not going to believe you, even if you find him, and it’s