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Chapter Twelve
Zulika looked at her with suspicion as soon as she walked through the door to the bookstore the next morning. Fred was due to start her first day at ten o’clock, but Zulika was still surprised to see her friend downstairs. Norah was singing softly to herself, her mahogany hair gathered up into a messy bun at the nape of her neck, her moves dance-like as she swept the floor. Zulika stood and watched her for a few minutes, a slow smile spreading across her face. Norah glanced up and saw her. Zulika stuck her tongue in the side of her cheek. “It’s been a while since you did that.”
Norah’s eyebrows shot up. “Did what?”
“Sing to yourself. You always used to when we were at college. Sometimes you’d work your way through Pearl Jam’s whole back catalog without even noticing.
