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them—it was a man with blond hair and a goatee. Dimitri took the stake out from its sheath but
didn't hand it to me.
"Where are you going to put this?" he asked.
"In the heart," I replied irritably. "I already told you that like a hundred times. Can I have it
now?"
He allowed himself a smile. "Where's the heart?"
I gave him an are-you-serious look. He merely shrugged.
With overdramatic emphasis, I pointed to the left side of the dummy's chest. Dimitri shook his
head.
"That's not where the heart is," he told me.
"Sure it is. People put their hands over their hearts when they say the Pledge of Allegiance or
sing the national anthem."
He continued to stare at me expectantly.
I turned back to the dummy and studied it. In the back of my brain, I remembered learning CPR
and where we had to place our hands. I tapped the center of the dummy's chest.
"Is it here?"
He arched an eyebrow. Normally I thought that was cool. Today it was just annoying. "I don't
know," he said. "Is it?"
"That's what I'm asking you!"
"You shouldn't have to ask me. Don't you all have to take physiology?"
"Yeah. Junior year. I was on 'vacation,' remember?" I pointed to the gleaming stake. "Can I
please touch it now?"