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"
Well
.
.
.
you
said
you
knew
I
hadn
’
t
gone
into
the
bookstore
,
and
that
I
had
gone
south
.
I
was
just
wondering
how
you
knew
that
.
"
He
looked
away
,
deliberating
.
"
I
thought
we
were
past
all
the
evasiveness
,
"
I
grumbled
.
He
almost
smiled
.
"
Fine
,
then
.
I
followed
your
scent
.
"
He
looked
at
the
road
,
giving
me
time
to
compose
my
face
.
I
couldn
’
t
think
of
an
acceptable
response
to
that
,
but
I
filed
it
carefully
away
for
future
study
.
I
tried
to
refocus
.
I
wasn
’
t
ready
to
let
him
be
finished
,
now
that
he
was
finally
explaining
things
.
"
And
then
you
didn
’
t
answer
one
of
my
first
questions
.
.
.
"
I
stalled
.
He
looked
at
me
with
disapproval
.
"
Which
one
?
"
"
How
does
it
work
-
the
mind
-
reading
thing
?
Can
you
read
anybody
’
s
mind
,
anywhere
?
How
do
you
do
it
?
Can
the
rest
of
your
family
.
.
.
?
"
I
felt
silly
,
asking
for
clarification
on
make
-
believe
.
"
That
’
s
more
than
one
,
"
he
pointed
out
.
I
simply
intertwined
my
fingers
and
gazed
at
him
,
waiting
.
"
No
,
it
’
s
just
me
.
And
I
can
’
t
hear
anyone
,
anywhere
.
I
have
to
be
fairly
close
.
The
more
familiar
someone
’
s
.
.
.
’
voice
’
is
,
the
farther
away
I
can
hear
them
.
But
still
,
no
more
than
a
few
miles
.
"
He
paused
thoughtfully
.
"
It
’
s
a
little
like
being
in
a
huge
hall
filled
with
people
,
everyone
talking
at
once
.
It
’
s
just
a
hum
-
a
buzzing
of
voices
in
the
background
.
