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“Well； thank goodness you were able to drive yourself here。”
She was lightly dripping Heal onto my cheek； smearing it with the tips of her fingers。 “Ah； I love to watch
it work。 Looks much better already。 Okay… around the edges。” She smiled to herself。 “Maybe one
more coat。 I want this to be erased。” She worked for a minute longer。 “Very nice。”
“Here’s some water；” the older woman said as she came through the door。
“Thank you； Cerulean。”
“Let me know if you need anything more。 I’ll be up front。”
“Thanks。”
Cerulean left。 I wondered if she was from the Flower Planet。 Blue flowers were rare—one might take a
name from that。
“You can sit now。 How do you feel？”
“That’s just how it should be。 Okay； let’s dust on a little Smooth。”
She twisted the last cylinder’s top and shook an iridescent powder into her hand。 She patted it into my
cheek； then patted another handful onto my arm。
“You’ll always have a small line on your arm；” she said apologetically。 “Like your neck。 A deep
wound…” She shrugged。 Absentmindedly； she brushed the hair back from my neck and examined the
scar。 “This was nicely done。 Who was your Healer？”
“Um… Faces Sunward；” I said； pulling the name from one of my old students。 “I was in… Eureka；
Montana。 I didn’t like the cold。 I moved south。”
So many lies。 I felt a twist of anxiety in my stomach。
“I started out in Maine；” she said； not noticing anything amiss in my voice。 As she spoke； she cleaned the
blood from my neck。 “It was too cold for me； too。 What’s your Calling？”
“Um… I serve food。 In a Mexican restaurant in… Phoenix。 I like spicy food。”
“Me； too。” She wasn’t looking at me funny。 She was wiping my cheek now。
“Very nice。 No worries； Glass Spires。 Your face looks great。”
“Thank you； Healer。”
“Of course。 Would you like some water？”
“Yes； please。” I kept a grip on myself。 It wouldn’t do to bolt the glass down the way I wanted to。 I
wasn’t able to stop myself from finishing it all； though。 It tasted too good。
“Would you like more？”
“I… yes； that would be nice。 Thank you。”
“I’ll be right back。”
The second she was out the door； I slid off the mattress。 The paper crackled； freezing me in place。 She
didn’t dart back in。 I had only seconds。 It had taken Cerulean a few minutes to get the water。 Maybe it
would take the Healer just as long。 Maybe the cool； pure water was far away from this room。 Maybe。
I ripped the pack off my shoulders and wrenched the drawstrings open。 I started with the second
cabinet。 There was the stacked column of Heal。 I grabbed the whole column and let it clatter quietly into
the bottom of my pack。
What would I say if she caught me？ What lie could I tell？
I took the two kinds of Clean next； from the first cabinet。 There was a second stack behind the first of
the Seal； when the label of the next row of cylinders caught my attention。
Cool。 For fevers？ There were no instructions； just the label。 I took the stack。 Nothing here would hurt a
human body。 I was sure of that。
I grabbed all the Seal and two cans of Smooth。 I couldn’t press my luck any further。 I closed the
cabinets quietly and threw my arms through the straps of the pack。 I leaned against the mattress； making
another crackle。 I tried to look relaxed。
She didn’t e back。
I checked the clock。 It had been one minute。 How far away was the water？
Two minutes。
Three minutes。
Had my lies been as obvious to her as they were to me？
Sweat started to dew up on my forehead。 I wiped it away quickly。
What if she brought back a Seeker？
I thought of the small pill in my pocket； and my hands shook。 I could do it； though。 For Jamie。
I heard quiet footsteps then； two sets； ing down the hall。
CHAPTER 45
Succeeded
Healer Knits Fire and Cerulean walked through the door together。 The Healer handed me a tall glass of
water。 It didn’t feel as cold as the first—my fingers were cold with fear now。 The dark…skinned woman
had something for me； too。 She handed me a flat rectangle with a handle。
“I thought you would want to see；” Knits Fire said with a warm smile。
The tension flooded out of me。 There was no suspicion or fear。 Just more kindness from the souls who
had dedicated their lives to Healing。
Cerulean had given me a mirror。
I held it up and then tried to stifle my gasp。
My face looked the way I remembered it from San Diego。 The face I’d taken for granted there。 The
skin was smooth and peachy across my right cheekbone。 If I looked carefully； it was just a little lighter
and pinker in color than the tan on the other cheek。
It was a face that belonged to Wanderer； the soul。 It belonged here； in this civilized place where there
was no violence and no horror。
“What do you think？” the Healer asked。
“I look perfect。 Thank you。”
“It was my pleasure to heal you。”
I looked at myself again； seeing details beyond the perfection。 My hair was ragged—dirty； with uneven
ends。 There was no gloss to it—homemade soap and poor nutrition were to blame for that。 Though the
Healer had cleaned the blood from my neck； it was still smudged with purple dust。
“I think it’s time I called the camping trip quits。 I need to clean up；” I murmured。
“Do you camp often？”
“In all my free time； lately。 I… can’t seem to keep away from the desert。”
“You must be brave。 I find the city much more fortable。”
“Not brave—just different。”
In the mirror； my eyes were familiar rings of hazel。 Dark gray on the outside； a circle of moss green； and
then another circle of caramel brown around the pupil。 Underlying it all； a faint shimmer of silver that
would reflect the light； magnify it。
Jamie？Mel asked urgently； beginning to feel nervous。 I was too fortable here。 She could see the
logic of the other path laid out before me； and that frightened her。
I know who I am；I told her。
I blinked； then looked back at the friendly faces beside me。
“Thank you；” I said again to the Healer。 “I suppose I’d better be on my way。”
“It’s very late。 You could sleep here if you’d like。”
“I’m not tired。 I feel… perfect。”
The Healer grinned。 “No Pain does that。”
Cerulean walked me to the reception area。 She put her hand on my shoulder as I stepped through the
door。
My heart beat faster。 Had she noticed that my pack； once flat； was now bulging？
“Be more careful； dear；” she said； and patted my arm。
She smiled and went back to her desk。
I kept my pace even as I walked through the parking lot。 I wanted to run。 What if the Healer looked in
her cabinets？ How soon would she realize why they were half empty？
The car was still there； in the pocket of darkness created by a gap between streetlights。 It looked empty。
My breath came fast and uneven。 Of course it should look empty。 That was the whole point。 But my
lungs didn’t calm until I could glimpse the vague shape under the blanket on the backseat。
I opened the door and put the backpack on the passenger seat—it settled there with a reassuri