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Show Motherlunge a novel 180 "Nothing that I know of. Why?" Eli said with his back to me, kneeling to put a CD in his stereo. "She said he's going back to Israel as soon as the semester's over. But doesn't he usually stay for a while? Usually, don't they like to go on a trip together, or something?" "I don't know what they usually do." Eli pulled his camera bag toward him across the floor and unzipped it. He took a camera body out, set it down on the floor beside him, and reached in again for a little canister of compressed air. "You don't know?" "I don't," he said. Eli released a little blast of air into the open back of the camera. "But maybe it has to do with the fact that Steig's wife is pregnant." "Oh my god. Again?" "Apparently." Eli closed the camera, put it away in its nest inside the bag, and grabbed another. He frowned down as he popped open the back of the next camera and started shooting air into its comers. "That's what, number three?" I nodded but he wasn't looking at me. "Yeah, three," I said. "Does Cassandra know?" "I don't know. Steig only told me last week." "Did he tell you not to tell her?" Eli glanced up at me on his bed, where I was lying on my side with my head on my elbow, slumber-party style. He shook his head. "What does that mean? 'Huh-uh,' he didn't say not to tell her, or 'huh-uh' he wants you to keep it quiet?" |