Chapter 8, Continued, Again

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At the bus stop I called Gideon while flipping through job openings.
"What's up Lyn?" He asked when he answered.
"Do you want to drop Amanda off later and go somewhere? I've got summer job interviews all morning and I'm sure you want to keep her away from him as much as possible this summer so I just thought-"
"Yeah for sure, her and Lizzy really hit it off last time and I've got a question for you that I want to ask in person. What time?"
"I don't know, let's say 1400 hours and then she could stay all afternoon. See you later Gideon."
"Yeah, see you, Lyn." He hung up and I got on the bus to head to the mall. In the summer there's always a job at the mall or the fairgrounds. I hoped for the former because it was quieter but honestly I really just wanted to go on missions this summer. A constant battle in my head was whether I wanted to be a normal teenage girl or a broody spy and today the spy seemed to be winning. Store after store I applied and had interviews, and I was finally done at noon and got lunch before heading back to Nada's house.

I told Nada that I was going out—not going out going out—with Gideon and that Amanda was coming over while we were gone. Nada said that she would always be welcome in our house and started hiding away all of the weapons that were in various places around the house. Gideon dropped Amanda off and then we got churros from a street vendor while we decided where to go. He couldn’t think of anywhere we could go, so I told him that I knew where we could go and led him to the train graveyard. "This is my favorite place in the whole world." I told Gideon, jumping off the bridge. He looked wary of jumping so I put my hands out to help him climb down like I used to do with Jade when she was scared of jumping into the pool. We walked across the tops of the train cars casually and eventually got to mine. I showed Gideon the ladder that he could use to get down and swung myself into the open doorway.

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