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"So where are we going?" I asked him

"Does it matter?"

I followed him into an open area with sleek white leather couches He swept his hand in front of his"

I sank onto a couch I re Jao but it ht as well have been a million years He decoded the social hierarchy, he showed me around I was lucky he was here

"What’s with the face?" he asked

"Was Iall wistful-like"

"Just a touch of déjà vu"

Jamie nodded slowly "I know It’s like we just did this"

I sain I tilted e of the ancient Greek Rockettes "What is it?"

He looked down and stretched the picture out "Oh A Greek chorus"

"Ah"

He leaned back against the leather couch and flashed a grin "Don’t worry, nobody gets it"

"M hiht?"

A nonco

"Well, of all the behavioral lad I walked into yours," I said with a s look "Must be fate"

Jaht, but there aren’t that estured to the sleekly blank rooeny; no gluing fully "They only let us create with ricciolini here"

"I don’t even knohat that is"

"It’s very fancy, I assure you"

"I’ll take your word for it," I said as teenagers began to file into the room Jamie added a comment under his breath with each one "Phoebe’s the psycho," he said, when she walked in "Tara’s the klepto, Adaan’s the ’phobe"

I raised an eyebrow "And you?"

He pretended to ponder my question "The wise fool," he finally said

"That’s not a diagnosis"

"So you say"

"Andured out your fatal flaw yet"

"Let"What about everyone else?"

He shrugged "Depression, anxiety, eating disorders Nothing fancy Like Stella," he added, nodding in the direction of a girl with strong features and curly black hair "She could almost pass for normal"