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Suddenly I knew where Talia Pasteurâs room was. Talia Pasteurâs room was my room. It would really be the only place that would make sense. Iâd had the biggest room on campus. This was because it was a room meant for two people. My roommate, Yves Graneveis, was the daughter of a French diplomat. As far as the administration was aware, Yvesâs arrival in the United States had been held up for several years at that point due to an Interpol investigation into her family surrounding the kidnapping of her brother, Gaston. The administration at Bristol was very understanding throughout the ordeal and promised to keep her bed available to her if and when her circumstances changed and she was ready to begin her education at Bristol. Of course, I completely made Yves Graneveis up, but she has a very believable passport, a Canadian medical license, and owns a minority stake in a chain of fine menâs clothing stores in the Midwest.
When I got to Ladiesâ Dorm 3 (they used all the good dorm names like âHampshire Hallâ and âWoodmeadow Residenceâ on the boysâ dorms), I saw Pierre on a horse and Talia skipping over to him from the east side of campus. I hadnât been spotted yet, and I couldnât think of a particularly stealthy way to spy. I wished that I had a Gatling gun. I also wished I had the ability to climb walls. There were a lot of graceful and death-defying things I wished that I could do at that moment. But I didnât have any of the tools or magical abilities required, so instead I dove down and crawled under a bush. This was not ideal. I was getting mud on my hands and clothes. I was pretty sure Iâd never hidden from anything. As a kid, I played hide-and-seek by sitting on a bench.
I had a pretty good view of the horseâs tail. Horses smell bad from the front, but itâs much worse when your nose is seven inches from oneâs anus. I could only hear pieces of their conversation through the sound of the horse stomping on leaves.
What I heard was this:
Talia: You showed upââsurprisedââlet youâââdoes that.
Pierre: I am my ownââ-That isââunderstand.
Talia: I hope you knowâââââwhen sheââââAstridâââââstrid.
Pierre: Please, you have to know that IââââWhat do you thinkââââââ? She isnât making it.
Talia: Iâm sure sheâs doing fineââââââââwhat she deserves anywayâââââââfound out about us.
Pierre: There is an us?ââââforeverâââis what I think. She doesnât knowâââââ-aboutâââââ
Talia: She doesnât? I doubt that. Hello, Astridâââstridâââââââin the bushââââââââI see you. Yes. I see you.
The jig was up. I thought about staying in the bush forever, maybe building a life down there just to prove that I had some other reason for being there, but I knew that she knew my real reasons. Iâd been stupid. If anyone could spot somebody else hiding in shrubbery, it was Talia. Itâs like how my mother can tell which actresses on TV have cheekbone implants.
I stood upâI was covered in filth. I stayed stoic, but I must have looked like a goddamn hobo.
âYou brought her, then? You said you came alone,â Talia said to Pierre.
He shrugged. âI will always be prepared to lie for her.â
âYou shouldnât have to,â she said. Taliaâs look had changed even more in the previous week. She had on leather wristbands and hair extensions on only one side. She looked like she was tilting her head to the right, even though she