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I made it back to campus with time to take another shower, stop by the coffee shop at the student center so I could grab a quick bite, and then step into the library. Phoebe and Jonah were already there, with their books and notes spread around a central table.
“Hi, Brazilian girl,” Jonah said, smiling, when I approached them.
I sat beside Phoebe. “I have a name.”
“I was about to call you,” Phoebe said. “Where were you?”
“I was …” I was about to tell them where I had been, but for some reason, I didn’t want Jonah to know I was at his father’s ranch. “I was busy.” I opened my books and notepad. “So, any ideas on topics?”
“I was thinking the Great Depression,” Phoebe suggested.
“How about the First World War?” Jonah asked.
I frowned. “But that’s not American history. I mean, not a
