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Rich wore jeans and an old band shirt under a cardigan. Comfortable, simple, casual. He’d thought, when his sister said they’d be going on a day trip to meet a friend, things would be normal. He’d thought, when his sister showed up in her car looking like an extra from some pulpy 70′s movie, she was just going for A Look. He should have known better.
“Lena,” he shut the door with maybe a little more force than necessary. There was a small group of people down the street, lounging in the front garden. One of them, the man, was the tenth person Rich had counted in a bright blue, full-linen dress. Rich crossed around the car and put hands on his sister’s arms, restraining her just so he can look very seriously into her matching dark eyes. “B-be serious with me: have you joined a cult?” He spoke in low tones, frown twisting his mouth down. “Are you bringing me to a cult house? You have to tell me if I’m about to be sacrificed, I deserve to know and I have a project due tomorrow.”
