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We assembled at Mrs. Janowski’s house after my trip to the hospital, which determined that, yes, I did have a cracked rib. Evan gave me instructions and lectures on cracked ribs. Basically, I pop pain pills until the pain goes away. Great.
After dropping me off at Mrs. Janowski’s, Evan reluctantly left for work, promising to help at the event tonight.
T had Aaron’s laptop hooked up to the Internet and was talking to his computer guru friend on video chat. He looked like a miniature version of T, but that could be the way the camera was angled. Bald head, thick neck, muscles, tattoos, and a stare that said “don’t mess with me.” The only difference was he was wearing trendy rectangle glasses.
“Do you see anything about Gemini?” T asked.
“Not so far. This kid is smart. Everything is c
