The next day everything goes back to normal—mostly. There’s a special prayer session before classes to pray for the Lord’s protection from evil. I mumble the words along with everyone else, though I doubt it’ll do much good. Praying isn’t going to keep those Russian goons from coming back for Tonya.
At lunch Tonya passes my table. She stops long enough to say, “See you tonight, Rothe.” She giggles to herself as she sashays over to her table.
“I don’t know why you’re going with her,” Melanie says. “She probably has some mean trick ready for you.”
“If she dumps a bucket of pig’s blood I’ll just have to try to get out of the way.”
“I know how...
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