10th Muse: Blade of Medusa. Darren G. Davis
the kitchen.
“Somebody’s happy,” her mother commented.
“Excited about starting your internship tomorrow?” her
father asked.
Emma ceased her humming and plopped into her kitchen
chair. “Yeah,” she said, as if somebody had just popped a bal-
loon she got at the zoo.
• 42 •
T H O M A S J . M I S U R A C A
Actually, she was excited about the internship. The world of
law interested her, but she realized she had never seen much of
what actually happens in a courthouse. A few times last summer
she’d had lunch with her dad at the courthouse, but he’d always
met her in the lobby. She had never seen a real courtroom, and
she wondered if they looked the same as they did on television.
“I’m excited about getting to see you in your robe,” Emma
told her father.
“I don’t think you will,” he said. “You’ll probably be locked
away in the library all day researching cases for me.”
“And I thought I wouldn’t be having fun this summer vacation.”
“It will be a blast,” her father assured her. “But don’t stay
out too late celebrating your last day of school, because you’ll
need to wake up early to catch the trolley with me.”
Emma pictured herself squished between businessmen on a
trolley packed even tighter than her school locker. And they’d
all be reading those business newspapers — the ones that did-
n’t even have comics!
“Maybe I could learn how to sleep standing up,” she said
quietly.
“What’s that?” said her father.
• 43 •
C H A P T E R F I V E
“Nothing,” She finished her breakfast and then headed
out to school.
It was nice that the mornings were warmer and Emma could
walk to school without having to shield herself from the ice-
cold wind that blew in from the bay.
But as she walked, a sudden chill came over her. It wasn’t
wind, but her instinct. Something bad was in the air.
Whatever it was had pretty lousy timing. The last day of
school was supposed to be a breeze.
When Emma patrolled the city as the Muse, she knew when
somebody was doing something wrong. Her instinct always led
her right to the perpetrator and Emma would catch them in
whatever bad deed they were in the middle of committing. But
this new sensation was both close and distant at the same time.
She knew something bad was happening — but not when or
where.
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