Chapter 22

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When the bunch arrived at the television station, they were greeted by swarms of people running around.

            “Hello,” a young woman with a slight British accent wearing thick sunglasses and a rainbow bonnet walked up to the trio, “My name is Ursa M. Duse.  You can call me Ursa or Ms. Duse. Whichever one you’d prefer. I understand you are to do a short program live on air today, correct?”

            The moment Ursa started speaking, Amanda shook all over as if she were diseased.

           

            “Poor girl,” she crooned. “Your sister’s retarded, is she?”

            “First of all,” Jeremy growled, “She’s not my sister. She’s my best friend. Second of all, she’s not mentally ill. She’s hurt. She just recently got struck by lightning.”

            “Well, I never,” she looked offended, and then she addressed Apollo, her British accent now clearer than ever. “Such bad manners the boy has. You should really give him a lick or two once in a while. Maybe that will teach him proper etiquette toward his elders.”

            “I don’t believe in that cruel a punishment,” Apollo glared back at Ursa. “Please show us where the recording takes place so we may rehearse.”

            “Gladly,” a sly smile formed on her face as she began to lead them through a back entrance.

            “Apollo?” Jeremy called from behind, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Trust, Jeremy,” Apollo spoke without even turning around. “Trust is one of the keys to success. Now, follow.”

            “Okay, but I’m a little uneasy about this. I can feel it in my gut,” Jeremy warily complied with his half- brother’s wishes.

            Apollo rolled his eyes, “Maybe it’s just that bean burrito you had for lunch.”

            “Be quiet.”

            “Make me.”

            “Ughhhh, you’re so immature!”

            “Hey, I’m older by, like, a hundred thousand years!”

            “Whatever. You’re not acting like it.”

“Just be quiet, Jeremy. Nothing worth remembering is coming out of your mouth.”

“Ughhh!”

            

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