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else, too!” He knew that would infuriate her. “Besides,” he continued, “I can be ready in ten minutes, tops!”
       “That’s pretty obvious,” she snorted. “Talk about wearing the same thing every day. Khaki’s, loafers, and that ridiculous vest!”
       “Ridiculous? What?”
       His sister plugged her nose, pretending an unbearable stench had entered the room.
       “I do not stink,” he sputtered, his face turning red with anger.
       “That’s enough!” broke in a stern voice. “You two need to stop arguing and learn to get along,” scolded their uncle.
       They stopped arguing, but a moment later, silently, Meghan shot a jeering thought to her brother. 
       “Another one for Meghan. Uh, huh. I rock!” 
       “I’m leaving,” called out their uncle then. “Got a small job to do. Shouldn’t take long.” He pulled his camp hat low over his face. “Please try not to spend the rest of the day arguing,” he pleaded as he stepped out of the trailer.
       Arnon Jacoby was a fixer upper. He worked from camp to camp lining up jobs as they traveled. He had taken in Meghan and Colin after an accident claimed the lives of their parents, at the age of two. Having always lived on the road, he made the decision to buy a larger trailer and take them along on his travels. They had never questioned why their uncle chose this lifestyle, especially since it meant they did not have to attend normal school. Although, from the stories Sebastien had told them, they guessed that Uncle Arnon was right up there with being one of the strictest teachers ever!
      Meghan closed the door to their shared room, which hid a mirror, and put on her jacket with the new button. Another perfect fix! She caught a side view of Colin’s face and sighed, jealously.
       “I wish I had your eyelashes. Any girl would die to have those, you know.”
       “Great!” he muttered.
       “It’s the truth, Col.”
       “I realize you are trying to be nice, Sis, but really, anything I have, that a girl would die to have, can’t be a good thing.”
       She shook her head in disagreement.
       “It’s not a bad thing, Col, believe me. Girls would kill for those thick lashes of yours.” She took off the jacket tossing it back to the pile-of-black on the floor. “Well there. Chores are done. You wanna go spy on our new neighbors?”
        “Do I have a choice?” he returned.
       “You can’t hide it from me that you’re curious about the Gypsies,” she said.
       Colin sighed.
       She was right.
       Again.
       “Let’s not take all day about it. Remember Sebastien? We are supposed to meet him soon.”
       “Don’t worry, it won’t take long,” she insisted, stepping out of the trailer.
       “How many emails did you get from Sebastien over the last few months, anyway?” Colin asked daringly as he followed her. She did not answer him about the emails, but her cheeks now matched the color of her flame red hair.
       One night, a few months back, Colin had accidentally discovered that Meghan had developed a crush on their shared friend. She had just finished reading an email from Sebastien, and before she had fallen asleep, let slip the words, “Goodnight, Sebastien. My love.”
       Colin had laughed moronically all night long. 
       Colin was not sure if he had ever seen his sister as mortified, as the night he had discovered she had a crush on Sebastien Jendaya.
       The twins pushed their way through the bush and tree filled divider, which separated the campsites, attempting to sneak a peek at the Gypsies.
       There was a group of men sitting around a campfire playing strange looking guitars; their fingers moved at incredible speeds, playing music that was catchy, yet soothing, almost trance-like. They looked out of place sitting around a campfire dressed in their brightly colored shirts and winged-tipped shoes.
       “Nothing too weird to report here,” said Meghan,