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Alicia blinked. Her eyes opened. It was as if a light had been switched on inside them. They were the eyes of a child, wide and innocent, free of scorn or suspicion. Color seemed to come into her face. Suddenly she seemed wonderfully alive.
“I had a word with Professor Diomedes—he’s agreed to it, and so has Rowena.... So it’s up to you, really, Alicia. What do you think?”
I waited. She stared at me.
And then, finally, I got what I wanted—a definite reaction—a sign that told me I was on the right track.
It was a small movement. Tiny, really. Nonetheless, it spoke volumes. Alicia smiled.