The pizza shop was comfortingly busy. From just inside the door, Alex inspected the noisy place, while Cam checked the big booth near the front window that was practically the property of the Six Pack.

"They're not here yet," she said. "Are we early?"

"Just lucky," Alex cracked.

Beth checked her watch. "Five minutes late," she reported, "thanks to Sister Dearest."

A waitress in sandals and sunglasses sauntered over to the girls. She looked at Beth. "Ugh. You've got something stuck in your teeth," the waitress told the rangy girl. "Something green and gross."

"Oh, no!" Beth frantically brushed a finger back and forth over her front teeth. "How heinous. Did I have it all the time we were outside?"

"I don't see --" Cam began, as Beth bolted for the bathroom.

"Over there, kids," the waitress cut in, pointing to the tiny table wedged into the back corner, directly under the noisy dripping air-conditioning unit.

"Are you new?" Cam asked.

"What's that supposed to be, a blond joke?" the waitress demanded.

"No way," Cam said reddening. "It's just that I'm, you know, like a regular here and I've never seen you before and, like, I always sit at the big booth."

"She's expecting friends," Alex explained.

"Believe me girls, your party has arrived."

"Uh, do I know you?" Cam stared at the waitress. "There's something so familiar about you."

Ever since her twin's arrival, all of Cam's senses had become sharper, but most especially her sight. Now she squinted hard at the waitress's sunglasses.

At first she saw only her own reflection in the dark lenses. Then the supersight she'd developed lately kicked in. The lenses began to lighten until they were almost transparent as ordinary glasses. And she saw the waitress's eyes. They were gray, a fierce and fiery gray, outlined in black.

Cam gasped. "O.M.G.! Your eyes. You have the same eyes as us! Are you...?"

"No, no, no, no!" The waitress stepped back, offended. "Spare me. Don't even go there! For goodness' sake, do I look old enough to be your mother?!"

"How did you know what she was thinking?" Alex demanded.

"But your eyes," Cam said. "I only know one other person with those eyes. Not counting Alex of course."

"Officer Ileana!" Finally Alex had been able to place the voice.

"Call me Goddess," their waitress instructed.