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Liesl was looking aloft when Zoe crawled out of bed the next morning. Coffee and medialuna did nothing to convince her that consciousness was a worthwhile endeavor.
“How long do I have?”
“Depends if you get your act together today better than yesterday?”
“My act?”
“That is the correct idiom, ja?”
“Ja.”
“What do you remember about yesterday’s drive?” Liesl turned from her inspection of the sky.
Zoe didn’t answer, because she didn’t have a good one. She remembered little more than the pounding, aching silence in the car as she drove.
Liesl returned to her inspection of the sky. “Is the bottom painted blue to hide it? It is very hard to see as it circles up there so high.”
Zoe looked up for a long moment before she spotted the tiny dot, the only thing moving across the blue sky o
