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sky. He shook his head a little and blinked. Some of the color was returning to his face. Benny studied him. Gottfried was kind of a spacey, weird guy. No one really knew what his deal was. He’d appeared in the ninth grade as part of a one-semester exchange program. But then when everyone came back from Christmas, Gottfried was back too, with a room in the Boarders. And then he was back the next semester, andthe next semester. He’d been at Winship for almost two and a half years now. Evidently he was very attached to the place, but Benny couldn’t imagine why. He wasn’t particularly popular. People thought he was funny and goofy, but more in a laughing- at -you way. He was known for saying strange things—like once Benny had heard him tell a teacher he needed an extension because he thought he’d done his homework, but actually it had been a vivid dream. People assumed his English was bad, attributing his weirdness to foreignness, even conflating the two. But Gottfried’s English was fine, Benny knew. He was just a weird person.
    â€œAre you really drunk or something?” Virginia asked tactlessly.
    â€œHm . . . eh . . . ,” Gottfried mumbled.
    Benny’s phone buzzed. “Ugh,” he said, checking it. “I have to go. My grandma’s picking me up for temple. Um . . .” He looked from Virginia to Gottfried, and back to Virginia. Was it wise to leave her alone with him? It wasn’t her safety that concerned him—Gottfried was harmless, and Virginia could take care of herself anyway. It was the fear that she’d screw up his investigation somehow. Tell Gottfried the wrong thing, ask him the wrong question.
    â€œSo . . . I guess . . . ,” he said stupidly.
    â€œI’ll take him back to the Boarders,” Virginia said.
    â€œSure, just don’t, you know . . . ,” Benny said, eyeing Gottfried. He didn’t seem to be paying attention, but Benny couldn’t risk being explicit.
    â€œDon’t what?” Virginia asked obtusely.
    Benny fidgeted with his phone. “I dunno. Whatever. I’ll call you later. Bye.” Then he turned abruptly and sprinted from the field.
    The Boarders, 10:15 a.m.
    â€œWould you feel better if you took a shower?” Virginia asked, eyeing a tiny fleck of vomit on Gottfried’s shirt.
    Gottfried shook his head, which didn’t surprise her. People avoided showering in the Boarders on the weekends, because for some reason the hot water tended to run out. It was a running joke that the boarders always smelled on Mondays—an affectionate joke, for the most part, but one that nevertheless emphasized their general apartness.
    â€œWell . . . do you want some tea or something?” Virginia offered. She started opening and closing cabinet doors, looking for the herbal tea Mrs. Morehouse kept stocked in the common-room kitchen. Mrs. Morehouse was the Boarders’ house mom. She was supposed to live with them and supervise their every move. However, in her ancientness, she seemed to grow disinterested in her duties, making up for long stretches of absence with fierce disciplinary tirades whenever she randomly appeared. The tea she liked was always fruity flavors paired with an abstract quality, like “passion fruit persuasion” or “peppermint spice tranquility.” Zaire Bollo, the British girl—or part British, who really knew—read the ingredients list out loud onceand declared that it contained no actual tea, just artificial flavors. Zaire was always complaining about the food in America, which Virginia thought was snobbish. Gottfried was from Europe too, but he never complained.
    â€œNo sank you,” Gottfried said. His accent was faint, but you could always hear it when he made the “th” sound, which came out like a hiss, instead of soft and velvety like it was supposed to.
    Virginia