Cassie snatches the book from Athena.
‘Cassie?’
‘Yeah, yeah, more detail.’
‘Anything else you didn’t write down?’
‘No.’
‘Are you sure?’
Is Paulo branded on her forehead? Sometimes Athena seems like the mind reader.
‘I put everything in the notebook.’
‘You didn’t have any events to match up?’
‘No.’
‘That’s three weeks.’
‘I know. I’m going home.’ Cassie picks up the maths textbook.
‘Already? We haven’t done a Purposeful Telling.’
Cassie puts the book back on the ground and sighs. ‘I bought the tarot.’
‘I’d like to meet your mother,’ Athena says.
‘What? After all this it is my mother you want to meet?’
‘I know. It just came to me then. There’s something else I’ve been thinking about too.’
‘Yes?’ Cassie rips at the grass beside her, plucking the straggly strands from their bed
