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Chapter 13 I jumped off the picnic table and ran to Jesús nearly as fast as he was running to me. We gave each other a quick hug then stepped back, but I could see I wasn't the only one nearly hopping up and down in excitement. But then Jesús looked over my shoulder at Loke and made a deliberate effort to calm himself down a bit. "Ingrid Torfa," he said in a mock-accusing tone. "What are you doing here? Some kind of art grad school? Are you teaching?" "Neither," I said, laughing. "Teaching? I only graduated a couple of months ago." "Well, I always figured you'd take the art world by storm," he said. "Not quite," I said. "Not yet," Loke amended, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Luke." "Jesús," my old friend said as they shook hands. "Ingrid and I have known each other practically since