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subjects…math, science, et cetera.”
    “And how will geometry help me from seeing people die?” she asked in a noticeably sarcastic tone.
    “It won’t. At least, I don’t think it will,” he answered, smiling, seemingly not offended at her tone. “At Green Clover, you’ll attend classes as if in a regular school, but you’ll live there.”
    “Like a university?”
    “Sort of…but I’m sure at Green Clover there are more parties,” he said with a slight smile.
    “Sounds cool. When can I go?”
    “When and if your parents approve, but I believe I can persuade them. They must see that”—he waved his hand at the room—“this place isn’t for you. I hate to see you here when what you’re going through is absolutely real.”
    “You believe me? When others don’t? Why?”
    “The girls at my school are experiencing exactly what you’re going through.”
    She scrunched her nose. “It’s an all girls’ school?”
    “Half girls, half boys. A hundred in all.”
    “Only a hundred?”
    She was used to her old school of so many that foot traffic in the hallways between classes was more congested than a highway full of holiday travelers.     
    He smiled. “Believe me, that’s enough.”
    “And they’re all like me?”
    “All the girls.”
    “Oh. What about the boys?”
“They’re…special too.” 
    Eva didn’t know why he was being so cryptic, especially if he wanted her to just pack and leave for Boston with him.
    She crossed her arms against her chest. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on with me.”
    He smiled patiently, leaned forward, and whispered, “You’re a Banshee.”
    Eva furrowed her brow. “A what?”
“It’s a long story,” he resumed in a normal voice, leaning back in his seat. “One that I’ll tell you on the plane ride over.” He smiled. “It’s a long flight.’
    “Why can’t you tell me now?” she prodded.
    “If I started the very long tale of why you are what you are, we’d be here for hours, and I have some errands to run…like convincing your parents you should come to my school.”
    “Okay,” she moaned, but knew better than to push him. 
    This was her chance to leave and she didn’t want to mess it up.
    “Great!” He exclaimed with a clap. “I’ll just go and contact your parents. I’m sure they’ll see that Boston is much better for you than here. And when that’s settled, we’ll take the return flight tomorrow afternoon.”
    “You have a ticket for me?” she asked, doubtful that he had planned out everything so perfectly.
    He pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. She didn’t touch it, just staring at her name, and a two-thirty flight to Boston. 
    “I can’t believe it! I’m actually going to leave?!”
    “You are, pending your parent’s approval, of course.” He placed the ticket back in his pocket. “But as I said, I’m sure they’ll see the benefits of my school. It really is the best place for you.”
    “Will you tell my parents what I am?” she asked, fearing their reaction.
    He shook his head. “No, they’re not ready to know, to believe, but some parents of the other students know. In time, you can tell them if you wish, but that’s up to you. My school’s not that secretive, but we don’t like to go around advertising the… abilities of the students.”
    “Will I get better there?”  
    He reached his hand up, to her shoulder, and when she didn’t pull away, he gently squeezed it. “You will,” he said, nodding. 
    She wanted to cry, but didn’t want to attract the attention of Dr. Lang, who had come back to the door, peeking inside.
    “Thank you, Mr. Quinn,” she said.
    “Till tomorrow, Eva,” he said, placing his gray cap back on his head.
    He walked to the door, not-so-politely pushed it open, and almost knocked Dr. Lang’s clipboard into his twitchy face. 
    “And?” Dr. Lang asked him. 
    Mr. Quinn smiled at Eva, and then turned to the doctor. “She’s fine.