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Show 115. "What's with JD?" he asked. "He's so low, Chic. I hate to see him like this." Stephanie was glad he'd asked. She actually didn't have anyone to confide in who'd understand or care as much as Chic did. "Is it Gayle?" "He misses her, I know." "That pig!" he muttered. "Do you know what she's doing?" Stephanie stamped a flat place in the snow. "She's wearing that turquoise necklace all over school. And JD still has another payment to make on it!" She closed her hands on an imaginary neck and choked the life out of it. Chic laughed and made a few appropriate gagging sounds. Then neither of them said anything for awhile. Chic added some wood to the barrel and they both stared at the flames that leaped up. "It's the UFO, isn't it?" Chic said finally. Stephanie nodded, not taking her eyes off the fire. "You know," Chic began, "the night I hypnotized JD?" She looked up at him. "I'd have never tried that, Stephanie, if I'd known how it would turn out." Stephanie could tell the confession was hard for Chic to make. "He doesn't hold that against you. He told me he'd been dreaming the same things. Having it come out under hypnosis just convinced him that the dreams were true." Chic shook his head, like he knew he had to take some of the blame. "Yeah, but I was the wise guy who did it. Chic Know-It-All-Wilcox!" "JD thought, almost from the beginning, that he was in that UFO. He says his subconscious - i s that what you call it?-refuses to let him relive any more of it. I'm sure glad it won't." "I told him he should see a shrink," Chic said. "They'd know what to do about the anxiety and all that stuff. But lately, he won't even talk about it." "Where's JD now?" Stephanie asked. "I don't know. He walked off in that direction." Chic shielded his eyes from the firelight, looking for JD. "I'll try to get him in a |