“Just for a change, can’t you use your powers for good?”
We’re having dinner together, all seven of us, counting Dr. Cohen. Levi is home, and Eve is on him about finding Dingo. She thinks that since Levi is in charge of everything, he should ask the police to help.
“Be glad we’re together,” Mason says. “All of us. That’s the main thing.”
I suspect that Dingo is the one of us that Mason liked least. While Dingo and Eve never dated—Eve knew better than to mess with that—she and Dingo had chemistry that Mason must have found worrisome. Dingo is pretty splendid to look at, and since I knew I wasn’t in Dingo’s league, we never had that certain spark. But Dingo wasn’t out of Eve’s league by a long shot; she holds her own in the looks department.
“We’re not all here, though, are we,” Eve says. “If you haven’t noticed, there’s no Dingo. And Jane’s son, your very own half-brother, is half a world away.”
“So we’re going to China to bring back the Dalai Lama?” Levi says.
“Why not?” Lark asks. “I’d like to meet my cousin.”
‘Your uncle,” I correct her. “And don’t think I haven’t thought of it.”
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.