Rattling Cages: Part 8
We talked for a couple more hours. I explained the whole thing with the Executioner and we talked about what I'd been doing with the League during the fall. There wasn't much of a reason to hold back.
"We're being watched?" Rachel turned toward the window above my desk glanced toward the window over my bed.
The night looked normal. Both cars parked in the street belonged to neighbors and I couldn't see anyone sitting inside them.
"Kind of. I've never seen them watching, but Isaac told me we were. Maybe they've bugged the house or maybe they've put up small cameras all around the block."
She stood up and looked out the window a little more. "Hmn. Big Brother is your friend."
After she left, I sat on the bed. I read a little, but found myself drifting off into thought. It had been a long time since we'd talked. She'd been in Ann Arbor all summer except for Grandpa's funeral and she hadn't come home for Thanksgiving.
Strange that she had had powers the whole time and I hadn't known. It made me wonder what other secrets were hanging around in my family tree.
And the block... I'd always found it funny the way she outwardly acted perfect (straight A student, student council member) but secretly climbed out the windows to meet friends at parties. Would she have done that without the block? I couldn't see a direct connection, but her version of the block had been more extreme than mine.
I supposed we were both under some degree of pressure to behave well. Dad's books on handling troubled teens probably wouldn't sell as well if we were troubled.
In the end, I stayed up till one in the morning reading. It wasn't as if I had anything going the next day.