Page 169 of Switch!

“Thanks,” I say, reaching up to touch mine before I remember which body I’m in.

Gismonda peers at us. “Is it over? Are you both in the right places again?”

Trixie and I look at each other as if making sure. “Yeah,” we say in unison.

“Nasty side effect,” Gismonda mutters. “It will pass. There’s no time for that now. They might be watching!”

“The gods?” I ask, trying to keep up.

“Don’t be silly.” Gismonda walks into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator, and starts poking round inside. All we can do is follow. “I have a job for the both of you.”

“A job?” I ask.

“Work for me,” Gismonda says. “Good things will come if you do.” She shuts the refrigerator door and spins around, her fingers fishing around in the brine of a pickle jar. “Or you might die. Who can say.”

“No thanks,” I reply. “We’ve had enough close calls. We’re done taking risks.”

I look at Trixie, expecting her to back me up, but she’s biting her bottom lip, like she’s barely able to contain her excitement. “Are we though?” she squeaks out.

“You’re an adrenaline junkie,” I say, not hiding my concern. “You need help.”

“We need a job,” Trixie counters, “and whatever this is has to be better than busking.”

I sigh and try to shake my head. It doesn’t comply. Like the rest of me, it loves her too much. I have to admit that the prospect doesn’t sound so bad. Another adventure with my best friend in the entire world. What could possibly go wrong?

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