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doesn't directly involve or benefit her.'

Avery was leaning into her side, looking up at her with those wonderful violet blue eyes that were so much more beautiful than

her mother's. Carrie could almost see the purity and goodness behind them. 'Jilly's too busy loving herself to love anyone else,

but you can't waste your time feeling bad about that. None of it is your fault. You believe me, don't you?'

Avery solemnly nodded. 'It's my no-good mama's fault, all right.'

Carrie smiled. 'That's right.'

'Do I have a soul?'

'Yes, you do. Everyone but your no-good mama has a soul.'

'Before Jilly hurt Whiskers and made him die, did he have a soul?'

'Maybe,' she allowed, thinking of the kitten Jilly had cruelly taken from her.

'Where is it?'

'Your soul?' Carrie had to think about the question for a few seconds before answering. 'It's inside you, wrapped around your heart. Your soul is as pure as an angel's, and I mean to help you keep it that way. You're nothing like Jilly, Avery.'

'But I look like her. You said so.'

'It's not what you look like that's important. It's what's inside you that matters.'

'Does Jilly love you and Grandma and just not me?'

Carrie was exasperated. 'I thought you understood what I was telling you. Jilly doesn't love anyone but herself. She doesn't love Grandma, she doesn't love me, and she doesn't love you. Now do you understand?'

Avery nodded. 'Can I play with the jewelry now, Carrie?'

Carrie smiled. The child, it seemed, had moved on to more important matters. She watched her sit at the vanity and begin to dig through the box again. 'You know what's the best thing that ever happened to you?'

Avery didn't look around when she answered. 'Having you for my aunt Carrie.'

'Is that what you think is the best thing?' she asked, surprised and pleased. 'How come?'

' 'Cause that's what you told me is the best thing.'

Carrie laughed. 'Yeah, well, there's something even better.'

'What?'

'You aren't growing up afraid all the time the way I was. Jilly's never going to come back. You won't ever have to see her…

not ever. That's definitely the best thing.'

A shiver ran down Carrie's back the second the words were out of her mouth. Was she tempting fate by making such a boast? Could one summon up a demon simply by proclaiming that it didn't exist? The chill felt like a premonition. But of course it wasn't. She was just a worrier, that was all. Shaking off her grim feeling, she went back to work.

The following week was busy. Avery chose pink for her walls, and Carrie added white trim. She thought the bedroom looked like an explosion of Pepto-Bismol, but Avery loved it. She was all settled in the big front bedroom by Sunday afternoon. Carrie's suitcases had been packed in the trunk of the car. Carrie was going to sleep in Avery's old bedroom on the grossly uncomfortable daybed her last night.

They had all of Carrie's favorite foods for dinner that night-forbidden food on her perpetual diet- fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans simmering in bacon fat. Lola had made a fresh salad, using the vegetables she'd grown in

her backyard, but Carrie barely touched it. Since she'd already decided to take a day off from her diet-one wonderful, guilt-free day-she ate two helpings of everything else with unbridled gusto.

After Grandma Lola had read Avery a story and tucked her into bed, Carrie went in to kiss her good night. She turned on the nightlight, shut the bedroom door, and then went back downstairs to put some last-minute paperwork in her carry-on.

One task led to another, and she didn't get back upstairs until after eleven. Lola was already asleep in her room at the back of

the house. Carrie checked on Avery-oh, how she was going to miss the pipsqueak-and she almost burst into laughter when

she spotted her niece in the big bed. The child was wearing at least five necklaces and four bracelets. The tarnished tiara with most of its glass diamonds missing was tangled in strands of her hair and tilted to the side of her head. She was sleeping on her back clutching a worn-out teddy bear in her arm. Carrie sat down on the bed and tried not to disturb her niece as she gently removed the jewelry.

After she put the trinkets back in the box, she walked quietly to the door. She was pulling it closed when Avery whispered,

'Good night, Carrie.'

She'd already closed her eyes by the time Carrie turned around to look at her. In the soft glow from the streetlight the little girl looked like a cherub. Carrie didn't think she could love her any more if she were her very own child. The instinct to protect was overwhelming. She hated the thought of going away, felt as though she were abandoning her.

She had to leave, she reminded herself. Avery's future depended on her. When she was financially secure, she would be able

to support her mother and her niece in the style she felt they both deserved. Guilt was a powerful deterrent, but Carrie wasn't about to let it interfere with her plans. She had her goals and her dreams, and Avery and Lola were tied to both.

'I'm doing the right thing,' she whispered as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. She was still trying to convince herself when she stepped into the shower.

Carrie had just turned on the water full blast when the slamming of the car doors awakened Avery. She heard a deep laugh and got out of bed to see who was making the noise. She saw a man and a woman. They were standing by the side of an old, beat-up car, their heads together, laughing and talking.

The woman had golden hair. The man was as dark as she was fair. He had something in his hand. Avery peeked around the side of the window so they wouldn't see her and maybe shout at her to stop being nosy. The man raised a bottle and took a big drink. Then he offered the bottle to the woman, and she tilted her head back and took a drink too.

What were they doing in front of Grandma's house? Avery got down on her knees and hid behind the lace curtains. She ducked when the woman turned and started up the sidewalk. The mean-looking man didn't follow her. He leaned against the fender of the car, one ankle crossed over the other. He took another drink, then threw the empty bottle into the street. The sound of the glass shattering was almost as loud as Avery's gasp. It was bad to litter. Grandma Lola told her so.

The man wasn't looking at the house. He was watching the street, so Avery thought it was safe to straighten up and get a better look. She saw something sticking out of his back pocket when he turned toward the car. What was it? Maybe another bottle?

The mean-looking man wearing the dirty T-shirt must be awful thirsty 'cause he reached behind and pulled the bottle out. Only it wasn't a bottle after all. She gasped again. The bad man was holding a shiny black gun. Just like the kind she'd seen on television.

She was too excited to be scared. Just wait until she told Peyton what she was seeing. Should she wake up Grandma and Carrie and tell them about the gun? Maybe they'd call Officer Friendly at the police station and then he would come and take the bad man away.

Avery jumped when the banging started at the front door. It was the lady, she thought, calling on Grandma in the middle of the night.

The lady was shouting terrible bad words. Avery ran back to bed and hid under the covers in case her grandmother checked on her before she went downstairs to tell the lady to stop making so much noise. She knew what her grandma would say to the woman. 'Are you trying to wake the dead?' That's what she'd say, all right. It was the same thing she always said to Carrie

when she had the television or the stereo up too loud. But if Grandma looked in and saw that Avery was out