T*Witches: The Power of Two by Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour Page B

Wilding, or Fieldhopper, or whoever she was, had vanished.
     
    "So what happened? Why'd you take off like that?"
     
    Cam slipped her sunglasses out of her pocket and put them on—and lied. "Couldn't find my shades. Figured I left them back here. And, see—I did."
     

    Alex was collapsed on a bench a few yards from the Ferris wheel when Luce and Evan found her. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there. Long enough, she guessed, to go from wondering if she'd really stopped a fatal accident from happening to trying to figure out how.
     
    With help, was the answer. The girl, the one with the same gray eyes as her own, had something to do with it.
     
    The million bees buzzing in her brain had quieted to a tolerable hum now. Quieted enough for her to hear Lucinda say breathlessly, "Als, hey! What are you doing back here? Five minutes ago you couldn't get away from the Ol' Wagon Wheel fast enough."
     
    "Yeah, why'd you dump us like that?" Evan demanded. "Man, I never saw you move so fast. Now you see her, now she's a blur streaking through the tourist herd."
     
    "You don't look all that good," Lucinda added.
     
    "Yeah, well you're not exactly rockin' that outfit too," Alex snapped. She felt wiped out. Obviously, it showed.
     
    Lucinda shot back, "Sorry I'm not as cool as your new Boston buds."
     
    "Mine?!" Alex said, "You're the one who pushed for the Kodak moment with them."
     
    "And you're the one who looks just like them," Luce retorted. "Like that Camryn one, anyway."
     
    "Not," Alex barked. "You want to know why I cut out? Because I was sick of you guys riding me about looking like a tourist. Can we go now? I am so done with this day."
     
    "You should've said something, Al. I thought something happened to your mom," Evan said, as they walked toward the gravel pit reserved for employee parking. "I thought you got, you know, like one of your 'feelings.'"
     
    "Oh, no, did you?" Lucinda gasped. "Is your mom okay?"
     
    Alex shuddered and rubbed her arms. "I won't know till I get home, will I?"
     
    Okay, memo to self, she thought as they piled into Evan's rusty red pickup. I'm freaking out here. But it's because of my mom. That cough. Oh, man. It's got nothing to do with... what's-her-name?
The girl who's supposed to be like me.
     
    Is... like me. In a way. She knew about the wheel. She was staring at the rusted bolt when I showed up. What is happening here? How could I—or, okay, even we—stop the Ferris wheel free-fall fiasco?
     
    I don't even know why I was there. And why was she there? And how us both being there changed something. Stopped a disaster.
     
    Oh, man! Like my life isn't screwy enough, now there's this? I'm just not going there. It's over.
     
    "Maybe we should go back and find her," Evan was saying. When Alex didn't respond, he leaned over and rapped lightly on her head. "Hello, anybody home? You listening?"
     
    "You've got a fine grasp of the obvious, Fretts," Alex answered. "I'm doing my best not to."
     
    They were almost at her turnoff. She could see the stop sign just ahead. She unzipped her backpack and began to hunt for her keys.
     
    Evan shook his head. "Then you'll have to do better, 'cause you've got to hear me. She didn't resemble you, Allie. She twinned you."
     
    "What if she is?" Lucinda chimed in. "I mean, what if you were separated at birth—"
     
    "You saying it couldn't be?" Evan narrowed his soft brown eyes.
     
    "My mom would have told me, that's all. It's full disclosure between the two of us. Always has been."
     
    "If I were you, I'd have to know who she is—and why she just happened to drop into your life right now," Lucinda said.
     
    "Good thing you're not me, Luce, because I've got a lot of other stuff to deal with now. Stuff called real life." They hit the hole in the road, the one Beeson kept saying he'd fix.
     
    Lucinda squealed as Evan's truck bounced and clanked over the crater. "Do this one thing for me, Als," she said. "Let's find her. At the very