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“I’m not—” I whip around. “Okay. Fine. Yes. I am mad at you, Dulcie. Satisfied?”
She curls herself up in her wings. “See? You’re still here.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know. It’s making me swoon. Tell me more.”
“I’m mad because you came into my life and totally messed with it so I don’t know what’s what anymore.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m mad because you told me about those guys and now I have to care. I’m mad because you won’t tell what’s going to happen to me. Because you don’t give guarantees.”
“True, true.” Her wings open up again.
“Jesus. I’m mad because you make me feel like things are possible when they probably aren’t, or maybe they are, I don’t know. I’m mad because …”
“Because?”
“Because you make me give a shit.”
Dulcie gets really quiet. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”
Her feathers smell like rainwater after a drought. She’s so close I could kiss her. If I weren’t so pissed off at her right now, I might try it. I want to fight with her, then kiss her. “And … and that’s why I’m, you know. Mad.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
“You’re … welcome.”
“Cameron,” she says, her face tilted toward mine. “It’s about time.”
“Time for what?” My mouth has gone dry.
“Time. Exactly twenty minutes.”
With a thunderous groan, Left Guy sits up, dazed, and barfs hot dogs everywhere.
“Destiny’s not fixed, huh?” I say. Dulcie doesn’t answer. “Fuck this.”
I tear off the E-ticket wristband and toss it in the weeds.
“Cameron, wait!” Dulcie calls out, but I’m already running.
I walk in circles for hours, until I’m exhausted. When I come back, the others are passed out. I feed some twigs to the dwindling campfire and sit to think. What Dulcie said has me all messed up inside. Why didn’t she tell me this before? Can she see what’s going to happen?
I rub my wrist where the E-ticket used to be. My muscles burn, and I feel a spot of fear laced with hopelessness growing larger.
There’s a rustling sound. At first I think it’s some animal, but then Balder drops next to me by the fire. He’s got Keith’s jacket around his shoulders and a bag of marshmallows in one hand. In his other is the E-ticket, which he places on the thin strip of dirt between us. He squints up at the night sky. “Ah. Do you see Hati chasing Mani? It is the ravenous wolf in relentless pursuit!”
Thin wisps of gray cloud stretch their jaws across the moon.
“That’s the moon. And that’s a cloud. No wolf.”
“You’re mistaken!” Balder says cheerily. “It is the—”
I slap my hand against the ground making the E-ticket jump. “They’re just f**king stories, okay? Like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. It’s bullshit we tell ourselves so we don’t feel afraid.”
Balder turns back to the fire, and I’m sorry for yelling at him. He threads a stick with marshmallows. “Shall I tell you a story?” he asks softly. “You don’t have to believe it if you don’t want to.”
