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We're not there yet.

“So,” Dora says, tapping her pen against the table. “Costume contest.”

“Students only?”

“Faculty too,” Evangeline says.

“No.”

“Yes,” Skye says.

“Absolutely not.”

“Professor Daniels, you have to dress up.”

“Why?”

“Because you're on the committee.”

I look around the table.

“Is that an actual rule?”

Nobody answers.

“You're making this up.”

“Probably,” Dora says.

Traitor.

“What are you going as?” I ask her.

Her smile turns smug.

“It's a surprise.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Nope.”

“Wulfy know?”

“Of course.”

“Is it sexy?”

“Aggie!”

“So that's a yes.”

The students giggle. Dora throws a crumpled napkin at me.

For about thirty seconds, everything feels normal. I didn't realize how much I missed normal.

Then Coach Williams speaks.

“Maggie and I should coordinate.”