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bought them for me,” Patricia wailed. “And I lost them.”

“One of my patients sells costume jewelry,” Carter said. “He gave them to me for free. Just put the other one in the trash and I’ll pick you up something from the Pitt Street Pharmacy.”

It was probably the painkillers, but that made her cry even harder.

CHAPTER 5

Patricia woke up the next morning with the entire side of her face swollen and hot. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror and looked at the enormous white bandage that covered the left side of her head, wrapped beneath her chin, and around her forehead. Sadness flooded her chest. She’d had a left earlobe all her life, and suddenly it was gone. She felt like a friend had died.

But then that familiar fishhook wormed its way into her brain and got her moving:

“You have to make sure the children are all right,” it said. “You can’t let them feel frightened.”

So she brushed her hair over the bandage as best she could, went downstairs to the den, and made Toaster Strudel. And when Blue came down, followed by Korey, and they sat on their stools on the other side of the counter, she smiled as best she could, even though her face felt tight, and asked, “Do you want to see it?”

“Can I?” Korey asked.

She found the beginning of the gauze at the back of her head, untaped it, and began the long process of unwrapping it around her forehead, beneath her chin, over her skull, until she got down to the final cotton pad and gingerly began to pull it away. “Do you want to look, too?” she asked Blue.

He nodded, and she lifted the square bandage and felt cool air wash over her sweaty, tender tissue.

Korey sucked in her breath.

“Gnarly,” she said. “Did it hurt?”

“It didn’t feel nice,” Patricia said.

Korey came around the counter and stood so close her hair brushed Patricia’s shoulder. Patricia inhaled her Herbal Essences shampoo and realized that it had been a long time since they’d been this close. They used to squeeze in together on the La-Z-Boy and watch movies on the sun porch together, but Korey was almost as tall as Patricia now.

“I can see teeth marks, Blue, look,” Korey said, and her little brother dragged over a kitchen stool and stood on it, balanced with one hand on his sister’s shoulder, both of them inspecting their mother’s ear.

“Another person knows what you taste like now,” Blue said.

Patricia hadn’t thought about it that way before, but she found the idea disturbing. After Korey ran to get her ride to school, and Blue’s car pool honked, Patricia followed him to the door.

“Blue,” she said. “You know Granny Mary wouldn’t do something like this.”

By the way he stopped and looked at her, Patricia realized it was exactly what he’d been thinking.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because this woman has a disease that’s affected her mind,” Patricia said.

“Like Granny Mary,” Blue said, and Patricia realized that was how she’d described Miss Mary’s senility to him when she’d moved in.

“It’s a different disease,” she said. “But I want you to know that I would not let Granny Mary stay with us if it weren’t safe for you and your sister. I would never do anything that put the two of you in danger.”

Blue turned this over in his head, and then his car pool honked again and he ran out the door. Patricia hoped she’d reached him. It was so important that the children have good memories of at least one of their grandparents.

“Patty,” Carter called from the top of the stairs, a paisley tie in one hand, a red striped tie in the other. “Which do I wear? This one says I’m fun and think outside the box, but the red says power.”

“What’s the occasion?” Patricia asked.

“I’m taking Haley to lunch.”

“Paisley,” she said. “Why are you taking Dr. Haley to lunch?”

He started putting on the red tie as he came down the stairs.

“I’m throwing my