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glare that he promptly ignored.
    “You know, it’s the same mark from this
book I read,” Eric continued.   “Luke,
what was that book?   Something
about dreams, right?”
    “I think it was,” Luke said
thoughtfully.   “And
about soulmates.”
    The humor left Eric’s face, replaced with a
pensive look, the same one Luke was giving her, and Amelia thought it just
looked wrong on him.   “Are you having any
weird dreams?   Like reoccurring dreams of
the same person?”
    Amelia froze for just a second, feeling a
cold sweat break out on her forehead.   He
couldn’t know, could he?   She took a bite
to give herself time to think of what, or how, to answer that.   Well,
actually, yes, I do dream of the same person almost every night.   You
see, after my parents were murdered, I went a bit nuts and I made up this dream
guy to be my friend because dealing with real people just kinda sucked.   His name is Mitchell and well, after five
years of these dreams I kinda fell hopelessly in love with him.   But it has nothing to do with a book or
soulmates.   I’m just a crazy freak.
    Yeah, that would be taken well.   They would laugh and throw her out or worse,
put her in a straightjacket and lock her in a padded room somewhere.   She swallowed a quick gulp of pop to stall a
bit longer and then instead of telling them the crazy truth, Amelia said dryly,
“No I haven’t been having any dreams.”   She did her best dramatic eye roll.   “At least not ones that I remember and please tell me you don’t believe
all that crap about soulmates because, seriously, no
such thing.   They were just made up as a
marketing scheme for Valentine’s Day.”
    “You’re a really bad liar, you know,” Luke
said in a light voice, but his face looked tense with a forced smile.   “I don’t remember much of the story but the
book really is interesting.   Maybe you
should give it a read.”
    Wow.   Am I really that bad at lying? Amelia wondered, speechless.
    “Seriously, Millie,” Eric said.   “Don’t you think it’s a little bit strange
that your birthmark actually means something?”
    “That’s enough, Eric.   Stop scaring the poor girl,” Angelle said, her
voice dripping with syrup.   “And Luke, I
expected this from Eric but you should know better.   We will chat about this later.”
    “I was just saying she should read it,”
Luke said.   “It’s all very interesting
and I am surprised you have never looked up the symbol, Amelia.”
    Angelle’s smile brightened to a blinding level and when she spoke the sugar
gushed from her voice.   “I said that’s
enough.”   She focused her gaze on both
boys and Amelia watched in amazement as they both visibly shuddered under her
stare.   Weird , Amelia thought, watching the three with curiosity.   They held the stare, unblinking, and it was
obvious that some silent conversation was taking place that she was not privy
to.   After a moment, Eric and Luke both
muttered an apology to Angelle and Eric reached for the ketchup and slathered
his food in it.
    “That’s so gross,” Luke said,
disgusted.   “You’re ruining it.”
    “Ketchup makes everything good,” Eric
laughed.   “You’re missing out.”
    They finished up the pasta and Mabel served
a home baked apple pie for dessert.   The
sweet crumble, warm apples and cinnamon were like a piece of heaven melting in
her mouth.   Amelia swallowed it down in
three large bites.
    When they all finished, Mabel promptly cleared
the plates and left the kitchen without a word.   Amelia thought for sure she would never be able to get used to
this.   Having someone wait on her just
seemed so wrong.
    She felt pleasantly full and
exhausted.   The bus
ride, the house, her new roommates.   It overwhelmed her in a delirious whirl of contentment and
uncertainty.   An involuntary yawn escaped
and Amelia brought her hand to her mouth, suddenly afraid that they would think
she was being rude.   Her eyes felt