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Three months later.
I was wrong.
About a lot of things, I’m sure, but about a few of them in particular.
“Shame on you, Audie Masters,” Sarah told me the first time I saw her again. Then she hugged the stuffing out of me, gave me another stern glare, then hugged me once more. “Welcome back, you scoundrel. Leaving me without a word.”
“I told Daniel to tell you—”
“As if he could ever do it justice! ‘Audie says goodbye,’” she imitates in her most boring voice. “Do you know how I cried for you? And how do you think that looked to Halli Markham? ‘Oh, hello, Halli. Bwahhh!’ Very cheery welcome, indeed.”
Two and a half months is a long time to be away. If Dr. Venn built his own machine in only two months, all by himself, then I’m really impressed. It took Professor Whitfield and me and
