“Hey,” Frederica said.
She slid her arms around Melody’s waist and kissed her forehead.
“Hey yourself,” Melody said, and nodded toward the sky. “Where were you off to?”
“Oh, you know,” Frederica replied. “Just getting into trouble.”
“This doesn’t have anything to do with that guy you ran into yesterday, does it?” Melody said.
“Heh, yeah,” Frederica said. “Turns out I overestimated my ability to not get involved. There’s definitely something going on with the guy and I’ve been trying to figure out what it is. My running theory is lycanthropy but Marcus isn’t buying it.”
“Who’s Marcus?” Melody asked.
“Just a boy from my class,” Frederica replied. “He had some information I needed so we’ve been working together.”
“Look at you,” Melody said with a smirk. “Making new friends already.”
“Not exactly,” she said. “At this point I just really want to get all this over with so we can go back to never talking to each other.”
“This sounds like the setup to a buddy cop movie,” Melody said. “You start out hating each other’s guts and by the end you’re basically family.”
“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you,” Frederica replied. “He just….”
She trailed off, her eyes drifting across the courtyard to one of the buildings as Cyrus and Norman stepped out. They were talking quietly but their body language was tense, animated. Frederica glanced back and forth between Melody and the two men, then sighed.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
She kissed Melody again and turned invisible, weaving her way through the crowd to her teacher and his husband.
“I just don’t understand why you won’t let me take you to a doctor,” Cyrus was saying as she came within earshot.