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“Is this some kind of sad British joke?” he said.
I sat forward in my chair and spelled it out for him. “If you want to join us, here’s your initiation test. For one week, five school days, we require you to be a bit of an actor—to play a part,” I said. “Every morning on the way to school, you’ll change into these clothes at the shed. When you get to school, you’ll be Sam, the new kid in the class—but Sam with a difference.”
“Sam, as in Samantha,” said Jake.
The American stood up slowly. “You want me to be some kind of fruit? . . . This is just sick.”
“Your choice,” said Tyrone casually. “All you have to do is be a girl for five days at school. If you agree to do that, you’re in. You’re one of us.”