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As I digested this piece of news, Marti said nothing, which wasn’t normal for her.

  “Did you have fun?” I asked, feeling it necessary to return the question. As soon as I had asked it I retreated back into my own whirling circle of thoughts. But Marti didn’t answer.

I looked up.

Her face was lined with worry.

   “You ok?”

Her head snapped around, as though she’d forgotten  I was in the car.

  “Oh sure. Just have a lot on my mind.”

Like what? I wondered. I’d spent the whole week with her and she hadn’t seemed like this. I thought back through the past couple of hours, trying to remember who Marti had talked to. I must have been enjoying my conversation with David more than I’d realized, because I couldn’t remember where Mart had been or who she’d seen.

Suddenly I felt a prickle of fear crawl up my back.

I had seen that look on Marti’s face before. It was the face she’d worn right before she decided to jump out of a plane on the end of a bungee cord.

Only now there wasn’t any bungee. And I didn’t know what plane she was jumping out of.