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But right before what should have been an epic summer, Sloane just There's just a random to-do list with thirteen bizarre tasks that Emily would never try. But what if they can lead her to Sloane? Apple picking at night?

Okay, easy enough. Dance until dawn? Why not? Kiss a stranger? She wouldnt have left without telling me. But then where was she? When I felt myself on the verge of tears, I got out of the car and squinted at the house in the morning sun. The fact that it was empty, this early, was really all the evidence I needed, since I had never known Milly or Anderson to be awake before ten. Even though I knew there was probably no point to it, I crossed to the house and walked up the wide stone steps that were covered with bright green summer leaves.

The leaves were thick enough that I had to kick them aside, and I knew, deep down, that it was more proof that nobody was there, and hadnt been there for a while now. But I walked toward the front door, with its brass lions-head knocker, and knocked anyway, just like Id done five other times that week. I waited, trying to peer in the glass on the side of the door, still with a tiny flicker of hope that in a second, any minute now, Id hear Sloanes steps as she ran down the hall and threw open the door, yanking me into a hug, already talking a mile a minute.

But the house was silent, and all I could see through the glass was the historical-status plaque just inside the door, the one that proclaimed the house one of Stanwichs architectural treasures, the one that always seemed covered with ghosts of fingerprints. I waited another few minutes, just in case, then turned around and lowered myself to sit on the top step, trying very hard not to have a breakdown among the leaves.

Sloanes house was in what was always called backcountry, where the houses got larger and farther apart from each other, on ever-bigger pieces of land. She was ten miles away from my place, which, back when Id been in peak running shape, had been easy for me to cross. But even though they were close, our neighborhoods couldnt have been more different. Here, there was only the occasional car driving past, and the silence seemed to underscore the fact that I was totally alone, that there was nobody home and, most likely, nobody coming back.

I leaned forward, letting my hair fall around me like a curtain. If nobody was there, it at least meant I could stay awhile, and I wouldnt be asked to leave.

I could probably stay there all day. I honestly didnt know what else to do with myself. I heard the low rumble of an engine and looked up, fast, pushing my hair out of my face, feeling hope flare once more in my chest.

But the car rolling slowly down the driveway wasnt Andersons slightly dented BMW. It was a yellow pickup truck, the back piled with lawnmowers and rakes. When it pulled in front of the steps, I could see the writing, in stylized cursive, on the side. Stanwich Landscaping, it read. Sloane loved when stores had Since Youve Been Gone 5 cheesy names or slogans. Not that she was a huge fan of puns, but shed always said she liked to picture the owners thinking them up, and how pleased with themselves they must have been when they landed on whatever theyd chosen.

I immediately made a mental note to tell Sloane about the motto, and then, a moment later, realized how stupid this was. Three guys got out of the truck and headed for the back of it, two of them starting to lift down the equipment.

They looked older, like maybe they were in college, and I stayed frozen on the steps, watching them. I knew that this was an opportunity to try and get some information, but that would involve talking to these guys. Id been shy from birth, but the last two years had been different.

With Sloane by my side, it was like I suddenly had a safety net. She was always able to take the lead if I wanted her to, and if I didnt, I knew she would be there, jumping in if I lost my nerve or got flustered.

And when I was on my own, awkward or failed interactions just didnt seem to matter as much, since I knew Id be able to spin it into a story, and we could laugh about it afterward. Without her here, though, it was becoming clear to me how terrible I now was at navigating things like this on my own. I jumped, realizing I was being addressed by one of the landscapers. He was looking up at me, shielding his eyes against the sun as the other two hefted down a riding mower.

You live here? The other two guys set the mower down, and I realized 6 Morgan Matson I knew one of them; hed been in my English class last year, making this suddenly even worse. No, I said, and heard how scratchy my voice sounded. I had been saying only the most perfunctory things to my parents and younger brother over the last two weeks, and the only talking Id really been doing had been into Sloanes voice mail.

I cleared my throat and tried again. I dont. The guy whod spoken to me raised his eyebrows, and I knew this was my cue to go. I was, at least in their minds, trespassing, and would probably get in the way of their work. All three guys were now staring at me, clearly just waiting for me to leave.

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But if I left Sloanes houseif I ceded it to these strangers in yellow T-shirtswhere was I going to get more information? Did that mean I was just accepting the fact that she was gone? The guy whod spoken to me folded his arms across his chest, looking impatient, and I knew I couldnt keep sitting there.

If Sloane had been with me, I would have been able to ask them. If she were here, she probably would have gotten two of their numbers already and would be angling for a turn on the riding mower, asking if she could mow her name into the grass. But if Sloane were here, none of this would be happening in the first place.

My cheeks burned as I pushed myself to my feet and walked quickly down the stone steps, my flip-flops sliding once on the leaves, but I steadied myself before I wiped out and made this more humiliating than it already was.

I nodded at the guys, then looked down at the driveway as I walked over to my car. Since Youve Been Gone 7 Now that I was leaving, they all moved into action, distributing equipment and arguing about who was doing what. I gripped my door handle, but didnt open it yet. Was I really just going to go? Without even trying? So, I said, but not loudly enough, as the guys continued to talk to each other, none of them looking over at me, two of them having an argument about whose turn it was to fertilize, while the guy from last years English class held his baseball cap in his hands, bending the bill into a curve.

So, I said, but much too loudly this time, and the guys stopped talking and looked over at me again. I could feel my palms sweating, but I knew I had to keep going, that I wouldnt be able forgive myself if I just turned around and left.

I was just. I let out a shaky breath. My friend lives here, and I was trying to find her. Do you I suddenly saw, like I was observing the scene on TV, how ridiculous this probably was, asking the landscaping guys for information on my best friends whereabouts. I mean, did they hire you for this job? Her parents, I mean? Milly or Anderson Williams?

Even though I was trying not to, I could feel myself grabbing on to this possibility, turning it into something I could understand. If the Williamses had hired Stanwich Landscaping, maybe they were just on a trip somewhere, getting the yard stuff taken care of while they were gone so they wouldnt be bothered.

It was just a long trip, and they had gone somewhere with no cell reception or e-mail service. That was all. Sorry, said the guy whod first spoken to me. We just get the address.

We dont know about that stuff. I nodded, feeling like Id just depleted my last reserve of hope. Thinking about it, the fact that landscapers were here was actually a bit ominous, as I had never once seen Anderson show the slightest interest in the lawn, despite the fact that the Stanwich Historical Society was apparently always bothering him to hire someone to keep up the property.

Two of the guys had headed off around the side of the house, and the guy from my English class looked at me as he put on his baseball cap. Hey, youre friends with Sloane Williams, right?

Yes, I said immediately. This was my identity at school, but Id never minded itand now, Id never been so happy to be recognized that way. Maybe he knew something, or had heard something. Sloanes actually who Im looking for.

This is her house, so. The guy nodded, then gave me an apologetic shrug. Sorry I dont know anything, he said. Hope you find her. He didnt ask me what my name was, and I didnt volunteer it. What would be the point? Thanks, I managed to say, but a moment too late, as hed already joined the other two.

I looked at the house once more, the house that somehow no longer even felt like Sloanes, and Since Youve Been Gone 9 realized that there was nothing left to do except leave. I didnt head right home; instead I stopped in to Stanwich Coffee, on the very off chance that there would be a girl in the corner chair, her hair in a messy bun held up with a pencil, reading a British novel that used dashes instead of quotation marks.

But Sloane wasnt there. And as I headed back to my car I realized that if she had been in town, it would have been unthinkable that she wouldnt have called me back. It had been two weeks; something was wrong. Strangely, this thought buoyed me as I headed for home. When I left the house every morning, I just let my parents assume that I was meeting up with Sloane, and if they asked what my plans were, I said vague things about applying for jobs.

But I knew now was the moment to tell them that I was worried; that I needed to know what had happened. After all, maybe they knew something, even though my parents werent close with hers. The first time theyd met, Milly and Anderson had come to collect Sloane from a sleepover at my house, two hours later than theyd been supposed to show up.

And after pleasantries had been exchanged and Sloane and I had said good-bye, my dad had shut the door, turned to my mother, and groaned, That was like being stuck in a Gurney play. I hadnt known what hed meant by this, but I could tell by his tone of voice that it hadnt been a compliment.

But even though they hadnt been friends, they still might know something. Or they might be able to find something out. We lived close to one of the four commercial districts scattered throughout Stanwich. My neighborhood was pedestrian-friendly and walkable, and there was always lots of traffic, both cars and people, usually heading in the direction of the beach, a ten-minute drive from our house.

Stanwich, Connecticut, was on Long Island Sound, and though there were no waves, there was still sand and beautiful views and stunning houses that had the water as their backyards. Our house, in contrast, was an old Victorian that my parents had been fixing up ever since wed moved in six years earlier.

The floors were uneven and the ceilings were low, and the whole downstairs was divided into lots of tiny roomsoriginally all specific parlors of some kind. But my parentswho had been living, with me, and later my younger brother, in tiny apartments, usually above a deli or a Thai placecouldnt believe their good fortune. They didnt think about the fact that it was pretty much falling down, that it was three stories and drafty, shockingly expensive to heat in the winter and, with central air not yet invented when the house was built, almost impossible to cool in the summer.

They were ensorcelled with the place. The house had originally been painted a bright purple, but had faded over the years to a pale lavender. It had a wide front porch, a widows walk at the very top of the house, too many windows to make any logical sense, and a turret room that was my parents study.

Since Youve Been Gone 11 I pulled up in front of the house and saw that my brother was sitting on the porch steps, perfectly still. This was surprising in itself. Beckett was ten, and constantly in motion, climbing up vertiginous things, practicing his ninja moves, and biking through our neighborhoods streets with abandon, usually with his best friend Annabel Montpelier, the scourge of stroller-pushing mothers within a five-mile radius.

Hey, I said as I got out of the car and walked toward the steps, suddenly worried that I had missed something big in the last two weeks while Id sleepwalked through family meals, barely paying attention to what was happening around me.

But maybe Beckett had just pushed my parents a little too far, and was having a time-out. Id find out soon enough anyway, since I needed to talk to them about Sloane. You okay? I asked, climbing up the three porch steps. He looked up at me, then back down at his sneakers.

Its happening again.

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Are you sure? I crossed the porch to the door and pulled it open. I was hoping Beckett was wrong; after all, hed only experienced this twice before. Maybe he was misreading the signs.

Beckett followed behind me, stepping into what had originally been an entry parlor, but which we had turned into a mudroom, where we dropped jackets and scarves and keys and shoes. I walked into the house, squinting in the light that was always a little too dim. I called, crossing my fingers in my jean shorts pockets, hoping that Beckett had just gotten this wrong. Piled all over the kitchen counters were massive quantities of food and supplies in bulkinstant mac and cheese, giant boxes of cereal, gallons of milk, a nearly obscene amount of mini micro cheesy bagels.

As I took it in, I realized with a sinking feeling that Beckett had been totally correct.


They were starting a new play. Told you, Beckett said with a sigh as he joined me. My parents were a playwriting team who worked during the school year at Stanwich College, the local university and the reason we had moved here. My mom taught playwriting in the theater department, and my dad taught critical analysis in the English department.

They both spent the school year busy and stressedespecially when my mom was directing a play and my dad was dealing with his thesis students and midtermsbut they relaxed when the school year ended. They might occasionally pull out an old script theyd put aside a few years earlier and tinker with it a little, but for the most part, they took these three months off.

There was a pattern to our summers, so regular you could almost set your calendar to it. In June, my dad would decide that he had been too hemmed in by society and its arbitrary regulations, and declare that he was a man. Basically, this meant that he would grill everything we ate, even things that really shouldnt be grilled, like lasagna, and would start growing a beard that would have him looking like a mountain Since Youve Been Gone 13 man by the middle of July.

My mother would take up some new hobby around the same time, declaring it her creative outlet. One year, we all ended up with lopsided scarves when she learned to knit, and another year we werent allowed to use any of the tables, as theyd all been taken over by jigsaw puzzles, and had to eat our grilled food off plates we held on our laps. And last year, shed decided to grow a vegetable garden, but the only thing that seemed to flourish was the zucchini, which then attracted the deer she subsequently declared war on.

But by the end of August, we were all sick of charred food, and my dad was tired of getting strange looks when he went to the post office. My dad would shave, wed start using the stove inside, and my mother would put aside her scarves or puzzles or zucchini. It was a strange routine, but it was ours, and I was used to it. But when they were writing, everything changed.

It had happened only twice before. The summer I was eleven, they sent me to sleepaway campan experience that, while horrible for me, actually ended up providing them with the plot of their play. It had happened again when I was thirteen and Beckett was six. Theyd gotten an idea for a new play one night, and then had basically disappeared into the dining room for the rest of the summer, downloading food in bulk and emerging every few days to make sure that we were still alive.

I knew that ignoring us wasnt something either of them intended to do, but theyd been a playwriting team for years before theyd had us, and it was like 14 Morgan Matson they just reverted back to their old habits, where they could live to write, and nothing mattered except the play. But I really didnt want this to be happening right now not when I needed them. I called again.

My mother stepped out of the dining room and I noticed with a sinking feeling that she was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirtwriting clothesand her curly hair was up in a knot on top of her head. She looked around.

Wheres your brother? She picked up a pair of gold-rimmed aviators, only slightly bent, and slipped them on, turning to me for my opinion. I nodded and then noticed a guy, who looked a few years younger than us, staring at Sloane. He was absently holding a macram necklace, and I was pretty sure that he had no idea that hed picked it up and would have been mortied to realize it.

But that was my best friend, the kind of girl your eyes went to in a crowd. While she was beautifulwavy hair, bright blue eyes, perfect skin dotted with frecklesthis didnt fully explain it.

It was like she knew a secret, a good one, and if you got close enough, maybe shed tell you, too. Yes, I said denitively, looking away from the guy and his necklace.

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Theyre great. She grinned. I think so too. Hate them for me? Sure, I said easily as I walked a few steps away from 24 Morgan Matson. In my peripheral vision, I saw Sloane pick up another pair of sunglassesblack ones and look at them for a moment before also taking them to the register, where the middle-aged guy behind it was reading a comic book. How much for the aviators? Sloane asked as I edged closer, looking up as if Id just noticed what shed picked up.

Twenty-ve, the guy said, not even looking up from his comic. Ugh, I said, shaking my head. So not worth it. Look, theyre all dented. Sloane gave me a tiny smile before putting her game face back on. I knew shed been surprised, when wed rst started this bargaining technique, that Id been able to roll with it.

But when you grew up in the theater, you learned to handle impromptu improv. Oh, youre right, she said, looking at them closely. Theyre not that dented, the guy said, putting his comicSuper Friendsdown. Those are vintage. I shrugged. I wouldnt pay more than fteen for them, I said, and saw, a moment too late, Sloane widen her eyes at me. I mean ten! I said quickly. Not more than ten. Yeah, she said, setting them down in front of the guy, along with the square-framed black ones Id seen her Since Youve Been Gone Also, we just got here.

We should look around. Yes, we should, I said, trying to make it look like I was heading toward the exit without actually leaving. I can let you have them for fteen.

Final offer. Both of these for twenty, Sloane said, looking him right in the eye. Twenty-one, the guy bargained lamely, but Sloane just smiled and dug in her pocket for her cash. A minute later, we were heading out of the stall, Sloane wearing her new aviators. Nicely done, she said. Sorry for going too high, I said, as I stepped around a guy carrying an enormous kitten portrait.

I should have started at ten. She shrugged. If you start too low, you sometimes lose the whole thing, she said. She handed me the black sunglasses, and I saw now that they were vintage RayBans. For you. I slipped them on and, with no mirror around, turned to Sloane for her opinion.

She look a step back, hands on hips, her face serious, like she was studying me critically, then broke into a smile.

You look great, she said, digging in her bag. She emerged with one of her ever-present disposable cameras, and snapped a picture of me before I could hold my hand up in front of my face or stop her. Despite having 26 Morgan Matson. She had panoramic ones, black-and-white ones, waterproof ones. Last week, wed taken our rst beach swim of the summer, and Sloane had snapped pictures of us underwater, emerging triumphant and holding the camera over her head.

Can your phone do this? Can it? They look okay? I asked, though of course I believed her. She nodded. Theyre very you. She dropped her camera back in her bag and started wandering through the stalls. I followed as she led us into a vintage clothing stall and headed back to look at the boots.

I ducked to see my reection in the mirror, then checked to make sure her letter was secure in my bag. Hey, I said, coming to join her in the back, where she was sitting on the ground, already surrounded by options, untying her sandals. I held up the list. Why did you mail this to me? Why not give it to me in person?

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I looked down at the envelope in my hands, at the stamp and postmark and all the work that had gone into it. And why mail anything at all? Why not just tell me? Sloane looked up at me and smiled, a ash of her bright, slightly crooked teeth. But wheres the fun in that? Kiss a stranger. Go skinny-dipping. Steal something.

Break something. Ride a dern horse, ya cowpoke. Ask for Mona. The backless dress. And somewhere to wear it. Dance until dawn. Share some secrets in the dark. Hug a Jamie. Apple picking at night. Sleep under the stars. I sat on my bed, gripping this new list in my hands so tightly, I could see the tips of my fingers turning white. I wasnt sure what it meant, but it was something. It was from Sloane. Sloane had sent me a list.

As soon as Id taken it out of the envelope, Id just stared at it, my brain not yet turning the symbols into words, into things I could parse. In that moment, it had been enough to know that she had sent me something, that she wasnt just going to disappear and leave me with nothing but questions and memories. There was more to it than that, and it made me feel like the fog Id been walking around in for the past two weeks had cleared to let in some sunlight.

Like the others shed sentone appearing every time I went away, even if it was just for a few daysthere was no explanation. Like the others, it was a list of outlandish things, all outside my comfort zone, all things I would never normally do. The lists had become something of a running joke with us, and before every trip Id wonder what she was going to come up with. The last one, when Id gone to New Haven with my mom for a long weekend, had included things like stealing the bulldog mascot, named Handsome Dan, and making out with a Whiffenpoof I later found out Anderson had gone to Yale, so shed been able to include lots of specifics.

Over the years, Id managed to check off the occasional item on a trip, and always told her about it, but she always wanted to know why I hadnt done more, why I hadnt checked off every single one. I looked down at the list again, and saw that something about this one was different. There were some truly scary things herelike skinny-dipping and having to deal with my lifelong fear of horses, the very thought of which was making my palms sweatbut some Since Youve Been Gone A few of them were almost doable.

And as I read the list over again, I realized these werent the random items that had accompanied my travels to California and Austin and Edinburgh. While many of them still didnt make sense to mewhy did she want me to hug someone named Jamie?

I recognized the reasoning behind some of them. They were things Id backed away from, usually because I was scared. It was like she was giving me the opportunity to do some things over again, and differently this time.

This made the list seem less like a tossed-off series of items, and more like a test. Or a challenge. I turned the paper over, but there was nothing on the other side of it.

I picked up the envelope, noted her usual drawing where most people just wrote their addressesthis time shed drawn a palm tree and a backward moonand that the postmark was too smudged for me to make out a zip code in it.

I looked down at the list again, at Sloanes careful, unmistakable handwriting, and thought about what was sometimes at the bottom of theseWhen you finish this list, find me and tell me all about it.

I could feel my heart beating hard as I realized that this listthat doing these terrifying thingsmight be the way I would find her again. I wasnt sure how, exactly, that was going to happen, but for the first time since Id called her number and just gotten voice mail, it was like I knew what to do with myself. Sloane had left me a map, and maybehopefullyit would lead me to her. I read through the items, over and over again, trying to find one that wasnt the most terrifying thing I had ever done, something that I could do right now, today, because I wanted to begin immediately.

This list was going to somehow bring me back to Sloane, and I needed to get started. Ave in number seven had to mean Stanwich Avenue, the main commercial street in town. I could show up there and ask for Mona. I could do that. I had no idea what 55 Stanwich Avenue was, but it was the easiest thing on the list, by far.

Feeling like I had a plan, some direction, for the first time in two weeks, I pushed myself off my bed and headed for the door. Oh my god! I yelled this as I jumped involuntarily. My brother was in my doorwaybut not just leaning against the doorframe like a normal person.

He was at the very top of the frame, his legs pressed against one side of it, his back against the other. It was his newest thing, after hed seen it done in some ninja movie. Hed terrified us all at first, and now I just habitually looked up before entering a room. To say Beckett had no fear of heights was an understatement.

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Hed figured out how to scale the roof of our house when he was five, and if we were trying to find him, we all started by looking up. Sorry, Beckett said, not sounding sorry, shrugging down at me.

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How long have you been there? I asked, realizing that while Id been absorbed in my letter, my brother had come into Since Youve Been Gone He shrugged again. I thought you saw me, he said. Can you drive me somewhere? Im about to go out, I said. I glanced back at Sloanes list, and then realized I had just left it sitting out on my bed. Our cat was only in the house about half the time, but he seemed to have a preternatural ability to know what was important, and he always destroyed those things first.

I picked up the letter and placed it carefully back into the envelope, then tucked it into my top dresser drawer, where I kept my most important things childhood mementos, pictures, notes Sloane had slipped into my hand between classes or through the slats of my locker.

Beckett asked, still from above me. Stanwich Avenue, I said. I craned my neck back to see him, and suddenly wondered if that was why he did thisso that wed all have to look up at him for a change, instead of the other way around. Can you take me to IndoorXtreme?

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Annabel told me about it. Its awesome. Bikes and ropes courses and paintball. I was about to tell my brother sorry, that I was busy, but there was something in his expression that stopped me, and I knew that if I went without him, Id spend the whole time feeling guilty. Are you going to want to spend a lot of time there? If I drop you off at this Extreme place?

Because I have somewhere I need to go. Beckett grinned. Hours, he said. Like, all afternoon. I nodded, and Beckett lifted his foot and did basically a free fall down the doorframe, stopping himself before he hit the ground and jumping to his feet.

Meet you at the car! He raced out of my room, and I glanced back to my dresser. I caught my reflection in the mirror above it, and I ran a brush though my hair quickly, hoping that Monawhoever she waswouldnt be someone that I needed to impress.

I was wearing a vintage T-shirt Sloane had insisted I download, and a pair of jean cutoffs. I was tallI had a good four inches on Sloane, unless she was in one of her heel phasesand the only really interesting thing about me were my eyes, which were two different colors. One was brown, and one was brown and blue, and Sloane had freaked out the first time shed noticed it, trying out all sorts of different eye shadow combinations, trying to see if she could get them to turn the same color.

My hair was brown, pin-straight, and long, hitting halfway down my back, but anytime Id talked about cutting it, Sloane had protested. You have such princess hair, shed said. Anyone can have short hair.

I tucked my hair behind my ears, then pulled open my top drawer to make sure the list and the envelope were still safe.

When I was sure they were, I headed downstairs, turning over and over in my head what I was about to do55 S. Learn more at morgansbffchallenge. Enter Sloane, social tornado and the best kind of best friend—someone who yanks you out of your shell. But right before what should have been an epic summer, Sloane just. No note. No calls. No texts. No Sloane.

But what if they can lead her to Sloane? Apple picking at night? Okay, easy enough. Dance until dawn? Why not? Kiss a stranger? Go Skinny Dipping?