"Not really," Amanda confessed. "Ms. Escalon " -- Unseen by Amanda, Miranda crossed her eyes; she didn't appear to cotton to all this formalness -- "sai d that it was important but didn't say what it was." "You still controlling it?" I asked. I was imagining microscopic tendrils sp ieling out of Joshua like the fishing line in my rod. "Only for a minute," Miranda said. "But I have to warn you, prison is just o ne long bummer." "Is she well enough to move?" I asked Michelle.
