Mallory carefully put the vials in her satchel. “We are going home. We’ll find someone to help us with that mask.”
Emica stepped in front of Brodie. “Do this.” She placed her fingertips across her cheekbones and her thumbs along the edge of her jaw. She waited for him to copy her before she spoke. “Now just keep saying random words until you find the right one.”
Brodie quickly lowered his hands. “That will work?”
Mallory pointed a finger at her brother. “If it does, you better start working your way through a dictionary.”
Brodie took a step back from his sister. “Aww, come on, Mal. That’d take me forever.”
“Probably because he’s never opened one before,” Ryan said.
“I don’t need them. The computer tells me when I spell something wrong,” Brodie said. “And tells me how to spell it.”
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