“Alright, that should just about do it.” Karyn continued to hold her left palm face-up against the palm of Tiffany’s right hand, even as the glow from below Karyn’s right palm, above both girls’ hands, began to fade. “When the two of us are with Jocelynne, if she starts talking about something she did with me, there is a 3-in-4 chance that the both of you will remember you being there as well. When it’s just you and Jocelynne, there’s a 50-50 chance you’ll both remember being there. That way the memories will feel somewhat organic, not like whenever I’m there, you’re there too. Some of the memories will just be you and her.”
“Okay.” Tiffany slowly retracted her hand. “I don’t know how comfortable I am with the whole memory thing, but it’s for Kyla, right?”
“Right,” Karyn nodded nervously. She wasn’t sure about this either, but it was for Kyla. She felt compelled to do things for Kyla.
“Teaching you about cheerleading should be easier,” Tiffany brightened as she realized that it was now her turn to be in charge. “I might need to magic you up some flexibility, but it’s really 20% learning the routines, and 80% having the right frame of mind.”
“What’s the right frame of mind?” Karyn asked.
Tiffany’s voice turned solemn. “The first thing you have to know, and you have to accept this to the very bottom of your being, to the very core of who you are, is that Cheer is what holds a high school together. It is the spider in the middle of the web. Cheer is powerful. Cheer is important. Without Cheer, everything else in the school will start to crumble, and she who controls Cheer, controls the school.”
“So Jocelynne…” Karyn let the thought hang.
“Yes, Jocelynne is extremely important.” Tiffany finished Karyn’s thought. Then she blinked, and she gave a quick shrug, and she threw some gym clothes at Karyn. “Now change into these so we can practice the other 20%.”
