Angela smiled wider,
her expression lighting up as she studied Jane's face. "Yes, definitely.
You were that quiet, pale little girl who kept trying to turn yourself
invisible." She laughed.
Jane laughed with
her. The caress in Angela’s voice made her attempts to fade into the wallpaper
sound charming. Sensible.
"I still have
that volume of The Jungle Book you loved to read whenever you visited.
Jane Wilson. Or did you change your name when you became a legal adult? Did
your adopted parents change your name? Never mind. That's your business."
She waved her hand, brushing away the questions before Jane could feel invaded.
"What brings you to Neighborlee?"
"Playing
hooky." She laughed a little.
It was nearly the
truth, even if she was here on official Hoax, Inc., business. The grinding
stupidity of Fendersburg, where everyone expected the Ghost to save them from a
total lack of common sense, made any brief escape feel like a vacation.
"From what?"
For a moment, that familiar, crooked little knowing smile played across Angela's face. It hinted she knew all the things Jane couldn't say, the things she was feeling and hadn't been able to put into words. She knew her secrets and would wait patiently until Jane was ready to spill them.
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