This Isn't What It Looks Like by Pseudonymous Bosch

Author:Pseudonymous Bosch
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Turtleback
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

The nurse’s office was empty. The blinds were closed and the computer screen was dark. It looked as though nobody had been in there all day.

“You sit here,” said Opal, patting the pillow on the single cot in the room. Max-Ernest noticed her fingernails grazed the sheets without smearing. Funny, he thought, she said they took “forever” to dry….

It was then that he realized what looked different about her today: her mole. He could have sworn that when they first met it was on her right cheek—the right side of her face being the side you saw when you walked into the administration office—and yet now the mole was on her left cheek.

“I’m going to see if I can’t scare up that nurse. I must say, I didn’t take you for the wrestling type.”

Casually dropping her purse on the nurse’s desk, Opal gave a shake to her mass of blond curls and walked out of the room on her vertiginously high platform heels.

Not quite believing his luck, Max-Ernest waited until the secretary closed the door, then, as quickly as he could, he opened her purse. He removed the monocle and left her compact in its place.

As soon as he sat back down on the cot, Opal breezed back into the room. “Silly me. I forgot—Nursie is out for the day. Sick—wouldn’t you know it? Guess you’ll just have to muscle through.”

“Um, shouldn’t I at least put ice on my elbow or something?” asked Max-Ernest. Ever since the secretary had mentioned the likelihood of his elbow bruising, he’d been imagining the worst. “I think I could have a fracture. Or maybe a sprain. You know, they say a bad sprain is worse than a break—”

Opal waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you’ll be fine,” she said, seeming to forget she was the one who’d brought him into the nurse’s office in the first place. “Can you not be such a hypochondriac for once, Max-Ernest?”

As Opal shooed him out, Max-Ernest tried to follow her suggestion; he had more important things to think about than his elbow, after all. Hopefully now that he had the monocle in his possession, he would be able to see what Benjamin had almost seen: into Cass’s mind. And, hopefully, he would be able to bring her back home.

And yet, even as he was opening his locker, gathering his things to take to the hospital, he couldn’t help wondering: who told the secretary about his hypochondria? It was most definitely odd: a woman he barely knew knowing him so well.

Almost as odd as a mole moving from her right cheek to her left.

Was it possible that the Midnight Sun had another spy—another mole—in his school? She certainly seemed more than capable of putting a KICK ME sign on his back.

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