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They walked through the building, stopping here and there for Coach Hedge to lecture them with his megaphone, which alternately made him sound like a Sith Lord or blared out random comments like, "The pig says oink."
Leo kept pulling out nuts, bolts and pipe cleaners from the pockets of his army jacket and putting them together, like he had to keep his hands busy at all times.
Diana couldn't manage to pay attention in the slightest. She stood close to Jason, as if it was instinct to do so, and tried again and again to open the locked door in her mind, but every attempt was another fail that led to a worse headache. She was sure if she continued as she was, her mind would catch the worst migraine ever, but the thought didn't manage to stop her. Jason, however, had noticed and understood. "There's no use, Día," he said. "It's only hurting you."
"I'm not-"
"I know you well enough to know that you are trying to get your memory back. It's hurting you, clearly." No other words were exchanged. Jason was right. She couldn't remember, but she knew that Jason had been a part of her life for a good time and she had the feeling they were close. Not in a weird way, just a normal way. Kind of like how Piper and Leo seemed to be close to each other as well. Purely platonic.
Eventually Diana managed to tune in Coach Hedge and pay attention to the exhibits, on the Grand Canyon and the Hualapai tribe, which owned the museum.
Some girls kept looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering. Jason figured these girls were the popular clique. They wore matching jeans and pink tops and enough makeup for a Halloween party. One of them said, "Hey, Piper, does your tribe run this place? Do you get in free if you do a rain dance?"
The other girls laughed. Even Piper's so-called partner Dylan suppressed a smile. Piper's snowboarding jacket sleeves hid her hands, but Diana got the feeling she was clenching her fists. "My dad's Cherokee," she said. "Not Hualapai. 'Course, you'd need a few brain cells to know the difference, Isabel."
Isabel widened her eyes in mock surprise, so that she looked like an owl with a makeup addiction. "Oh, sorry! Was your mom in this tribe? Oh, that's right. You never knew your mom."
Piper charged her, but before a fight could start Coach Hedge barked, "Enough back there! Set a good example or I'll break out my baseball bat!"
The group shuffled on to the next exhibit, but the girls kept calling out little comments to Piper. "Good to be back on the rez?" one asked in a sweet voice. "Dad's probably too drunk to work," another said with fake sympathy. "That's why she turned klepto."
