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54 Soon the volcano was spitting out orange and red sparks, and then a
glutinous tongue of black and orange lava oozed over the crater’s rim
and started a leisurely slide down the slope, incinerating everything in
its path. Good thing this was an uninhabited island.
55 “Amazing, isn’t it?”
56 I glanced over, and Kate was beside me. She was looking out the
window, but I knew she wasn’t talking about the volcano. There was no
sign of Miss Simpkins, and there was no one else around us; everyone
was watching the eruption, talking and pointing excitedly and snapping
pictures.
57 “Incredible,” I said and faltered, uncertain what to say next. I took
the journal from my inside breast pocket and passed it to her. “Thank
you.”
58 “You don’t believe it,” she said coldly.
59 “I’m not saying that. It’s just . . . I’m not altogether certain your
grandpa really knew what he was seeing.”
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