It turns out that Emelia was on point with this mission. We can make it happen if we’re clever and careful. I tell Em as much at lunch. Luckily, Charity isn’t at school today, and Dax is nowhere in sight.
“Here’s what we do—I’ve given this some deep thought.”
Em is busy removing the unwanted items from her sandwich: pickles and tomatoes. “What? What are you talking about?”
“The conference. The bookstore. My Lasa Shrine.” I take a big bite of my own sandwich and wait.
“Of course. I didn’t forget. It’s important. What’s your idea?” I can tell Em has been obsessing about Taylor again.
“I need you, Em. Stay with me.” And I touch her hand just briefly.
“I know, Hill. Tell me.”
Dax walks up to our picnic table just as I start to explain. “Hey, witches. I mean, ladies.” And he gives a ridi
