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window. “Ivy’s dad’s here,”
she said. “Time to go!”
    “Aw,”
Ivy teased from where she was sandwiched between Olivia’s parents on the couch.
“But we’re just getting started.”
    “Here’s
Olivia with spaghetti in her hair,” her mom said.
    “Sorry,”
Olivia said firmly, pulling her sister to her feet. “Show’s over.”
    Ivy
grinned. “Thank you so much for dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott,” she said.
    “Call
me Steve,” Olivia’s father said.
    “And
I’m Audrey,” said Olivia’s mother. “Why don’t you invite your father in for a
cup of coffee, Ivy?”
    “I
can’t tonight,” Ivy said apologetically. “I still have some homework to
finish.”
    “Well,”
Olivia’s mom said, “tell him we can’t wait to meet him.”
    Olivia
walked Ivy to the door.
    “That
wasn’t bad at all,” Ivy said in a low voice as she slipped into her jacket.
    “You
don’t think so?” Olivia demanded. “Okay, next time we’ll look at pictures of you drooling and wearing embarrassing clothes!”
    Ivy
laughed. “I’ll see you in the morning at school,” she said, giving Olivia a
hug. “I bet nobody even reads the piece about us in the school paper.”
    “Probably
not.” Olivia shrugged. “But I’m still glad we told our parents.”
    “Me,
too,” Ivy agreed.
    After
Olivia had closed the door, her mom appeared and peered out through one of the
glass panes.
    “It
must be hard,” Audrey Abbott said thoughtfully as Ivy climbed into her father’s
car, “with only one parent.”
    Olivia
had never really thought about that. She gave her mom a hug. “I’m glad Ivy
finally got to meet you,” she whispered.
    Over
her mom’s shoulder, Olivia saw her dad emerge from the living room.
    “Nice
girl, Ivy,” he said matter-of-factly, “but who died?”
    Olivia
rolled her eyes and started to explain, again .

Chapter 3
    Standing
on the front steps of Franklin Grove Middle School, Ivy flipped open her fuzzy
black spider watch and tapped it with a black fingernail. If it was really 8:10
on Wednesday morning, where were all the people? The steps should have been
packed. What if my watch is wrong and I’m late for class? she thought.
    As Ivy
rushed toward the huge oak doors, she could hear a commotion inside. Stepping
out of the cold December sunshine, she found herself engulfed in a chattering
crowd of people.
    Looking
around, Ivy realized she was at the end of a huge, disorganized line that led
to the tables where the school newspaper was distributed. A pimply
sixth-grader, who was coming the other way, walked right into her, his eyes
glued to the front page of the paper in his hands. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Then,
glancing up, his mouth dropped open. “It’s you!” he cried. “Or is it her?” he
added suspiciously.
    Ivy
looked down at the paper he was holding and saw the towering headline,
LONG-LOST TWINS FIND EACH OTHER! over huge, side-by-side photographs of Ivy and
Olivia’s faces. So much for no one reading the article, she thought with
a grimace.
    She
put her head down, letting a curtain of dark hair conceal her face, and started
elbowing her way through the crowd. Being the center of attention was hazardous
to Ivy’s health; it was like lying out in a bikini without any sunblock.
    Luckily
Ivy succeeded in plunging through the fray without anybody else recognizing
her. Emerging at the edge of the crowd, she noticed another throng of people
squeezing into a classroom up ahead. She skulked over and, balancing on the
tips of her steel-toed boots, peered over everyone’s heads.
    Olivia
was trapped in front of the whiteboard, still in her coat. She was flanked by
Toby Decker, who had written the article for the school paper, and her friend
Camilla Edmunson who was wearing a blue hoodie that said THE PAST WAS THE
FUTURE on it. Camilla was seriously into sci-fi.
    People
were shouting questions.
    “Can
you read each other’s minds?”
    “Were
you surgically separated at birth?”
    “Have
you ever