SAVANNAH
By the time Charmers practice wrapped up late that evening and Tristan and I drove home, I was exhausted.
"Want some help with your homework?" Tristan called out from his bedroom as I headed upstairs.
I hesitated. Since getting his memory back, Tristan's mind worked lightning-fast. He'd used the four-and-a-half-hour trip home from Arkansas yesterday to read all of our textbooks so he could get caught up on the five months' worth of homework I'd done for both of us during our absence. And not only did he read fast, but he also seemed to photographically memorize everything he read, as well. Getting good grades definitely wasn't going to be a problem for him from now on. Boredom while at school, on the other hand, was a real danger where he was concerned.
But it wasn't the smarter version of Tristan that made me hesitate. It was the idea of being in a room alone with him. Every day since turning him last fall, we'd always had someone else around.
I was being ridiculous. I could handle the temptation. Besides, Dad would be right downstairs, listening to every sound we made.
"Sure," I answered him. "Let me change and I'll be right over."
In my bedroom, I exchanged my school clothes for comfier pajama pants, thick wool socks and a hoodie. With no humans around, I could finally put on some extra layers to ward off the ever-present chill I felt in spite of the warm East Texas weather. The bank signs all said it was 78
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