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Back in the summer of 2001,I attended a convention in Toronto called TT15. Or possibly TT2001 ... it used to be called Toronto Trek and thatТs how I remember it. Anyway, after my reading, during the question and answer session, I talked about this book which IТd just started writing. I gave a brief synopsis of what it was about and mentioned that it didnТt, as yet, have a title. A woman in the back of the room called out, УWhat about LONG HOT SUMMONING?Ф
The perfect title.
I donТt know who you are, but if youТre reading this, this oneТs for you!

ONE
Throwing her backpack over one shoulder, Diana аraced out the front door and rocked to a halt at the sight of the orange tabby crossing the front lawn. Or more specifically, at the sight of what dangled from the catТs mouth. With one of its disproportionately long arms barely attached and dragging on the grass, and something that looked like intestine wrapped around one bare ankle, the bogey was unquestionably dead. An eyeball bounced gently against its bloody forehead with every step. УNice catch,Ф she noted, half her attention on the approaching bus. УWhere did you find it?Ф
УOod Сile,Ф Sam told her proudly, his voice distorted by the body.
УYou know you canТt eat it, right?Ф
Amber eyes narrowed, he let the bogey drop and fixed Diana with an incredulous glare. УDo I look like an idiot?Ф
УNo, but you havenТt been a cat for very long . . .Ф Six months ago, heТd been an angel. Angels didnТt аconcern themselves with the small things that slipped through the possibilities. У. . . and you know how my mother feels about that whole puking on the white wool rug thing.Ф
УOnce! I did it once!Ф
УYeah, so did I, and sheТs never let me forget it either.Ф With a scream of abused brake linings, the bus stopped more or less at the end of the driveway. УI donТt have time to bury it now, so try to leave it where MomТs not going to trip over it.Ф Turning, she took two steps and turned again, pulled around by the weight of SamТs regard. УOh, right. Sorry. You are a mighty hunter. Your skill with tooth and claw is amazing. Fast. Deadly. I stand in awe.Ф
УHey! Sarcasm.Ф
УNot sarcasm,Ф Diana protested hurriedly. There were any number of imaginative places the dead bogey could be left. УBut IТve got to go. Mr. Watson wonТt wait forever.Ф
УIТm amazed Mr. Watson stops at all.Ф
УYeah, well, need provides and all that. Remember, IТll be home early,Ф she added, trotting backward up the path, Уjust in case thereТs anything you donТt want me to catch you doing.Ф
A presented cat butt made his opinion of that fairly plain.
Mr. Watson looked more nervous than impatient. He nodded a silent reply to DianaТs cheerful good morning, closed the door practically on her heels, and jerked the bus into gear. Had Diana not already been reaching into the possibilities, sheТd have landed on her ass as he burned rubber trying to outrun half-buried memories. Fully burying them would have messed with his ability to drive, so only the less likely edges had been fuzzed out, leaving him in a perpetual state of nearly remembering things heТd rather not. Which was actually a state fairly common among school bus drivers.
Diana tried not to resent his attitude, but it wasnТt easy. This semester alone sheТd stopped a black pudding from devouring an eighth grader, saved Chrissy Selwick from a three-headed dog attracted to the aconite in the herbal body mist sheТd been given for ChristmasЧmight as well have had Уeat meФ tattooed on her foreheadЧand prevented a GameboyЩ from taking over the world. Handheld computer games were more competitive than most people thought.
SheТd also stopped Nick Packwood from hanging a second grader out the window by his heels, but since she still wasnТt entirely certain the kid hadnТt deserved it, she usually left that particular incident off her Уreasons Mr. Watson should thank his gods IТm on the busФ list.
Making her way back through the rugrats, Diana noticed without surprise that the last six rowsЧthe rows reserved for the high school students on the routeЧwere nearly empty. On this, the last day of the high school year, only two freshmen had been unable to find alternative transportation. УMy brother was going to give me a ride/С said the first as she passed. ФBut he had to go to work really early.У
УYeah. I was going to ride my bike, but I had, like, an asthma attack,Ф the other explained, holding up his inhaler for corroboration.
Diana ignored them both. First, because a senior acknowledging freshmen would open up all sorts of possibilities she had no desire to deal with. Second, as the youngest, and therefore most powerful Keeper, as one of the Lineage who maintained the mystical balance of the world, as someone who had helped dose a hole to Hell and faced down demons, she didnТt need to justify her reasons for taking the bus.
Settling into her regular seat, she thanked any gods who might be listening that this would be the last day sheТd ever be at the mercy of public education.
Frowning, Diana crossed the main hall toward the stairs, trying to get a fix on the faint wrongness she could feel. It wasnТt a full-out accident site; no holes had been opened into the lower ends of the possibilities allowing evil to lap up against closed doors leading to empty classrooms, but something was out of place and, as long as she was in the building, finding it and fixing it was in the job description. Actually, it pretty much was the job description.
As far as Diana was concerned, all high schools needed Keepers. Nothing poked holes in the fabric of reality faster than a few thousand hormonally challenged teenagers all crammed into one ugly cinder-block building. Unattended, that was exactly the sort of situation likely to create the kind of person who developed an operating system that crashed every time someone attempted to download an Amanda Tapping screen saver.
The sudden appearance of a guidance counselor actually emerging from his office and heading straight for her nearly sent Diana running toward the nearest washroom. She didnТt want her last day ruined by yet another pointless confrontation. Fortunately, she realized he felt the same way before her feet started moving. Fuck it. WhatТs the point? flashed into the thought balloon over his head and he slid past without meeting her gaze.
The thought balloons had appeared back in grade nine when, after half an hour of platitudes, sheТd wondered just what exactly he was thinking. An unexpected puberty-propelled power surge had anchored the balloons so firmly sheТd never been able to get rid of them and sheТd spent the last four years finding out rather more than she wanted to about the fantasy lives of middle-aged men.
Pamela Anderson.
And hockey.
Occasionally, Pamela Anderson playing hockey.
Some of the visuals were admittedly interesting.
The wrongness led her up the stairs, through the first cafeteria and into the secondЧweirdly, the hangout of both the jocks and the music geeksЧ аempty now except for a group of girls whoТd laid claim to the far corner by the northwest windows. A flash of aubergine light pulled her toward them. The senior girlsТ basketball team, Diana realized as she drew closer. Probably hanging around in order to remain the senior girlsТ basketball team. Over two thirds of them were graduating, so once they stepped out the door, theyТd be a team no longer.
У... so I said to him, IТm not putting that in my mouth.Ф Tall, blonde, ponytailЧDiana didnТt know her name. УFirst of all, I donТt know where itТs been and secondly, this lipstick cost twenty-one dollars.Ф