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sure do now,” she said, laughing, her legs spread wide. She looked gruesome in the dark light, the rays casting pockets of shadows on her face.
    “It’ll be your turn some day, Amma,” he said. “Soon.”
    “Big man. I hear,” Amma called back. Kylie looked up, focused her eyes on her friend, smiled, and lay back down.
    “Patient, too.”
    “You’ll need it.” She blew him a kiss.
    The amaretto sours were turning on me, and I was sick of this banter. I didn’t like John Keene flirting with Amma, no matter how provocative she was being. She was still thirteen.
    “Hello?” I called out, rousing Amma, who waggled her fingers at me. Two of the three blondes looked up, then lay back down. John cupped some pool water in his hands and rubbed it across his face before turning the corners of his mouth up at me. He was tracing back the conversation, guessing how much I’d heard. I was equidistant from each side, and walked toward John, sat a good six feet away.
    “You read the story?” I asked. He nodded.
    “Yeah, thanks, it was nice. The part about Natalie at least.”
    “I’m here to talk a little bit to Meredith today about Wind Gap; maybe Natalie will come up,” I said. “Is that okay by you?”
    He shrugged his shoulders.
    “Sure. She’s not home yet. Not enough sugar for the sweet tea. She freaked, ran off to the store without makeup.”
    “Scandalous.”
    “For Meredith, yes.”
    “How are things going here?”
    “Oh, all right,” he said. He began patting his right hand. Self-comfort. I felt sorry for him again. “I don’t know that anything would be any good anywhere, so it’s hard to gauge if this is better or worse, you know what I mean?”
    “Like: This place is miserable and I want to die, but I can’t think of any place I’d rather be,” I offered. He turned and stared at me, blue eyes mirroring the oval pool.
    “That’s exactly what I mean.” Get used to it, I thought.
    “Have you thought about getting some counseling, seeing a therapist?” I said. “It might be really helpful.”
    “Yeah, John, might quell some of your urges. They can be deadly , you know? We don’t want more little girls showing up without their teeth.” Amma had slipped into the pool and was floating ten feet away.
    John shot up, and for a second I thought he was going to dive into the pool and throttle her. Instead, he pointed a finger at her, opened his mouth, closed it, and walked to his attic room.
    “That was really cruel,” I said to her.
    “But funny,” said Kylie, floating by on a hot pink air mattress.
    “What a freak,” added Kelsey, paddling past.
    Jodes was sitting in her blanket, knees pulled to her chin, eyes trained on the carriage house.
    “You were so sweet with me the other night. Now you’re so changed,” I murmured to Amma. “Why?”
    She looked caught off guard for a split second. “I don’t know. I wish I could fix it. I do.” She swam off toward her friends as Meredith appeared at the door and peevishly called me in.

    T he Wheelers’ home looked familiar: an overstuffed plush sofa, a coffee table hosting a sailboat replica, a jaunty velvet ottoman in lime green, a black-and-white photo of the Eiffel Tower taken at a severe angle. Pottery Barn, spring catalog. Right down to the lemon yellow plates Meredith was now placing on the table, glazed berry tarts sitting in the center.
    She was wearing a linen sundress the color of an unripe peach, her hair pulled down over her ears and held at the nape of her neck in a loose ponytail that had to have taken twenty minutes to get that perfect. She looked, suddenly, a lot like my mother. She could have been Adora’s child more believably than I. I could feel a grudge coming, tried to keep it in check, as she poured us each a glass of sweet tea and smiled.
    “I have no idea what my sister was saying to you, but I can only guess it was hateful or dirty, so I apologize,” she said. “Although, I’m sure you know Amma’s the real ringleader there.” She looked at the tart but seemed disinclined to eat it. Too pretty.
    “You probably know Amma better than I do,” I said. “She and John don’t seem to…”
    “She’s a very needy child,” she said, crossing her legs, uncrossing them, straightening her dress. “Amma worries she’ll shrivel up and blow away if attention isn’t always on her. Especially from boys.”
    “Why doesn’t she like John? She was implying he was the one who hurt Natalie.” I took out