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She took a deep breath and sat on the settee opposite me. After a moment, she looked up at me. “Sasha, I think, as Donald does, that it’s wonderful you’ve found a way to get along with Kiera and perhaps help each other, but you must be wary. She has too many years of successfully manipulating both her father and me. She’s an expert at it. Will you be careful?”

“Yes, Mrs. March.”

“I don’t mind your being a normal teenager, but please, be careful. I take my responsibility for you very seriously. Remember, I made that pledge to your mother the day she was buried.”

I nodded, now nearly in tears myself.

“Donald is so happy at how things are going or seem to be going. I won’t say anything to him about this, but no more lying, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. March.”

“Oh, I hate that ‘Mrs. March.’ At least call me Jordan,” she said. She smiled. “So, you got your ears pierced?”

“Yes.”

“Kiera has plenty of earrings to lend you. That’s for sure. Alena always wanted her ears pierced, but we never got around to it.” She was quiet a moment and then smiled again. “Donald is planning to take us all on a little trip, perhaps to San Francisco. Won’t that be nice?”

“Yes, Mrs…. Jordan.”

“Good. Okay, I won’t keep you.”

I rose and started out. She held her smile and then turned away. I paused once after I walked out of the living room and looked back at her. She suddenly looked like the saddest person in the world, alone, bedecked in expensive jewelry and her designer outfit, her hair recently cut and styled. But instead of looking wonderful, she looked like someone trapped and chained by her wealth, lost and alone with nothing but her expensive possessions to keep her warm.

Kiera’s door was open. She wasn’t crying, but she was facedown on her bed. She heard me enter her suite and turned.

“Why didn’t you run out with me?”

“You jumped up and ran so fast I didn’t know what to do,” I said. It was the truth.

“What did she say? Did she tell you how terrible I am again?”

“No. She said she loves you, but she was worried. She liked that I got my ears pierce

d.”

“That figures. Oh, well,” she said, shaking off her rage and smiling. “At least I got us out of that one, even if she tells my father.”

“She said she wouldn’t.”

“Did she? Great. I was afraid she would get him to lay down some new restrictions and ruin tomorrow. Perfect. We’ll tell them both about it at dinner. Be sure you look and sound very excited about it.” She studied me a moment. “You are, aren’t you? You’re not going to back out now?”

“No,” I said, although I could hear a chorus of voices inside me saying yes.

“I’m going to take a bubble bath. Come in to talk if you want,” she said, and headed for her bathroom.

I went to my suite and just sat for a while looking out the window. It was odd, I thought, but it wasn’t until now that I realized I didn’t even have a single picture of my mother. Everything we owned had disappeared in the road that night. Maybe it had all been tossed aside as junk. The sacks and the suitcases had been battered and stained. There had been some pictures in Mama’s suitcase, but we had had nothing else of any real value. I couldn’t recall anything that would have had our names. We had no address. If it had all been left on the side of the road, some other homeless person or persons might easily have come upon it and taken what they could use.

Of course, my thoughts went to the next day. I like Ricky, I thought. He was certainly very good-looking and so far very nice to me. It was exciting being with him. But to do what I was about to do, for the reasons I was about to do it, was troubling to me, and not because I was afraid. I wasn’t old enough to have spent much time thinking about losing my virginity, but whenever I had thought about it, it was in terms of romance and love. Just doing it to get it over with diminished it, made it seem like such a common exercise. Was it just me? Why didn’t these other girls feel and see that too?

Maybe they didn’t really believe in love. From what I could see and what I heard them say, none of them had a particularly strong feeling for any one boy. If one of them had such a feeling, she surely kept it secret from the others. I had always dreamed of having a boyfriend who took me to school dances, movies, and restaurants. Maybe we would be too young to be really in love, but we would like each other so much that it would seem that way, and when we eventually broke up to go our separate ways, maybe for college, we would be broken-hearted, at least for a while. Years later, married to other people, we would meet and smile, almost laugh, at how intense we had once been. Yet in our heart of hearts, we would wonder what it would have been like if we had gone on together. The wondering would last only a second, but at least we would have had that.

None of the girls in the VA club would have anything remotely close to that. What would their memories of high school be like? How long could they continue to mock and belittle other girls who had had long and deep affections for boys in the past? Would they wake up one day years from now and realize what they had missed and lost and, most important, what they had given up when they treated their first sexual experience as just something they had to get over with?

I was tempted to go into Kiera’s bathroom and sit beside her while she was in her bath and talk about all this, but I was afraid that the moment I brought it up, she would carry on with how I was not only betraying her but making her look bad to her friends. She might even find a way to blame it all on her mother, and things would return to the way they had been, a house full of thunder and lightning which would only bring us all to some new great tragedy. Whether Kiera would blame it on me or not, I would think I had caused it when all I had to do was make love with a boy I admittedly thought of as handsome and exciting.

How I wished I had a real mother to talk to now, even a mother who was in and out of sanity the way Mama was when we lived on the streets. I’d know when I could talk to her, when her mind was clear enough to hear me and care.

But I didn’t even have that.

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