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Prologue
Some girls are wishaholics. You know the typeForget twinkling stars and shiny copper pennies
These girls stare at a digital clock for the bette
part of a morning, waiting for 11:11. And when
comes, usually they wish for something, well, leshan wish-worthy. A date to the formal. A passing
grade. A sudden windfall, or at least enough to
buy those jeans that everybody else has.
I dont look for those girls. I look for the onewho know what a wish is worth.
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Table of Contents
Cover Page
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Dedication
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1
You must be Olivia.
His shoes came into focus first: squish
oafers with soft raised edges and thick, sensibl
oles. They reminded Olivia of mushrooms, no
only because they were the color of mushroom
the beige, rubbery, pre-chopped kind usuallold in plastic-wrapped containersbut als
because they could easily have been made from
ome species of fungus.
I t is Olivia. Mushroom Foot shifted hi
weight uncertainly from one toadstool to the othe
Isnt it?
Olivia Larsen uncrossed her arms and sa
up. Had she been sleeping? She remembere
nding a hidden spot on the grass by GoldeGate Preps double-wide doors just as the be
was ringing for lunch. She remembered starin
numbly at the sidewalk, getting an ankles-ey
view of her new classmates as they filed in an
out. But she could tell by the way the boy wa
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ooking at her, sideways from behind a mop o
dark, springy hair, an embarrassed little half smil
witching into place, that hed been standing ther
or a while.
Sorry, she said, swatting the seat of hekhakis for patches of dirt. That was all sh
needed: to be paraded around on her first day o
chool with wet brown splotches all over her but
I mean, yeah. Im Olivia.As soon as she stood up Olivia felt dizzy, lik
he insides of her brain were spinning. Sh
quinted, burrowing her fingertips into the side
of her temples, the dull headache that had bee
with her for months firing up behind blue eyes.Im Miles. Im supposed to give you a tou
Our moms work together, right? He thrust on
hand forward for her to shake and then quick
pulled it back, as if hed accidentally touche
omething hot. Are you okay?
Olivia tried to nod, but a full-body yaw
tretched her mouth wide open, her eye
eflexively squeezing shut. She hadnt had a soli
nights sleep since her family had arrived in Sa
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Francisco a few days before. Strange, new cit
ounds were keeping her awake, and tha
morning shed stared restlessly at the digita
numbers on her alarm clock, praying it woul
orget to go off.You must be exhausted, Miles warml
allowed, directing a handful of hair away from hi
orehead.
Olivia swung her saggy backpack over onhoulder. She almost hadnt brought itwhat wa
he point of a book bag when you didnt yet hav
any books? But it was the same bag she
carried to school every day since the beginning o
eventh grade, a navy blue JanSport with fadenylon straps, and it reminded her of home.
We can do this another time, if you want
Miles said, shoving his hands into the pockets o
his thin-wale, dark green corduroy pants. The
were belted below the waist by a fraying piece o
ope, tied into a knot and bulging out from unde
he hem of his muted orange and blue button
down shirt.
No, Olivia said quickly, feeling bad. It wasn
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his fault their moms worked at the same law firm
downtown and had arranged for him to show he
around at lunch, like some kind of high schoo
playdate. Ill be fine.
Miles untucked his hands from his pocketsclapping them together and then cringing, like h
was surprised by the sound theyd made. Okay
o, he said, clearing his throat, are you ready fo
he grand tour?Olivia tried her best to smile as Mile
attened his long fingers against the lobby doo
and pushed it open.
The lobby was oddly shaped, with an angula
oof that jutted out over the entryway and uturistic front desk built in against one pristin
white wall. The receptionist was a youngis
woman with choppy hair the color of a pin
highlighter and silver studs in both eyebrows, wit
a cordless phone wedged between her shoulde
and ear.
Miles gestured to her with an open palm
Olivia, Bess. Bess, Olivia. The receptionis
ooked up quickly and flashed her a smile a
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Miles turned on his squishy heels. Shall we mov
on?
Olivia followed Miles around the corner an
hrough a narrow, dark hallway that snake
around the perimeter of the whole school. GoldeGate Prep was a confusing combination o
modern and medieval design, with a
unassuming slate and glass exterior disguisin
he labyrinth of hollow corridors and stonarchways within. It felt like the building had bee
enovated from the outside in, and then forgotten
Its not so bad once you get used to it, Mile
offered, as if reading her mind. Olivia smiled an
did her best to keep up, hiding another yawn withe sleeve of her peach-colored cashmer
cardigan. It was almost as if basic huma
unctions were beyond her control these days
She was lucky if she managed to string a few
ntelligible words together in between.
Sorry if I suck at this, Miles muttered
pushing ahead and dragging one hand along
hick wood panel that split the wall waist-high
There are people who actually do this here. Yo
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know, like, give tours and things, he sai
apologetically. But not on a random Thursda
after spring break, I guess
Olivia nodded, her legs stiff and her mute
black boots heavy as cinder blocks as shtruggled to keep up.
Speaking of which, Miles said, pausing at
crossroads where one hallway abruptly bisecte
another, what are you doing here, anyway?Olivia felt familiar crimson splotche
blooming on her face and neck. She had lon
ince accepted the unique dermatological curs
of wearing her emotion for all to see, an
arranged her mass of strawberry blond curls shat they fell over one shoulder, hoping to hide he
blushing profile.
Er, sorry, Miles stammered. That sounded
way less harsh in my head. Its just, we don
usually get anybody new this late in the term, an
all my mom told me is that you moved. She didn
ay where from.
Boston, Olivia offered, digging her fist
deeper into the fuzzy pockets of her sweater. Thi
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was always her answer, even though it was a lie
Nobody had ever heard of little suburban Willis
which, despite being only twelve miles from th
Boston city line, might as well have been i
another state for all of the time Olivia had spenhere.
Wow, Miles said, his dark, bushy eyebrow
arching skyward. You didnt drive all the way ou
did you?No, Olivia said a little too loudly, recoiling a
he idea of a cross-country road trip with he
parents. They werent exactly the word-game
and-trail-mix type of familyat least not anymore
We flew in over the weekend so my mom coultart at work, she explained. I guess the firm
made her an offer she couldnt refuse.
Right, Miles said, with a careful nod tha
aid he knew there was more to the story. Tha
wouldve been a killer commute.
Olivia managed a smile as he pushe
hrough another set of sturdy glass doors and le
hem outside.
Welcome to lunch, he announced, letting hi
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ecycled-rubber messenger bag fall from hi
houlder.
The courtyard was a big open circle, wit
dappled sunlight playing on the crooke
cobblestone. Scattered around clusters of lowables and benches, students were chatting an
aughing.
Wheres the cafeteria? Olivia asked
quinting back through a wall of arched windowsTheres the Depot, I guess. Miles shrugged
aking an orange from his bag and digging in t
peel it with his fingers. Little caf next to th
obby. They have pretty decent coffee, fresh frui
vegan pastries, whatever. Most kids bring fromhome. If I have a long enough break, I usually g
out.
Go out? Back at Willis, the only time they
been allowed to leave was for field trips or wit
he occasional forged note.
The Haights right around the corner, Mile
explained, nodding vaguely behind them. Its kin
of a scene, but there are a couple good coffe
hops and burrito places. Of course, you have t
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ook past about a thousand head shops to fin
hem
Olivias eyes wandered from one group o
tudents to another. Lunch at home had been lik
a road map of the social circles at Willis. The lonorange table by the windows was alway
eserved for Olivia and her group of friends. Th
heater freaks sat on the floor by the hall. Th
computer kids played with their newest gadgetby the salad station. The jocks threw greas
handfuls of Cajun fries at each other over by th
vending machines. It was the same day after day
year after year, and it was all Olivia knew.
Here there were no designated areas, and tOlivias untrained eye, it seemed like ther
werent really any discernible groups. Everyon
was completely unique and somehow also exact
he same. It looked like lunch at the Unite
Nations, if the United Nations dress code wa
kinny jeans, vintage dresses, American Appare
weatshirts, and scrawl-font tees.
Arent you hungry? Miles asked.
Olivia opened her mouth to answer but wa
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ilenced by the whir of a skateboard rolling pas
She looked up to see the rider: a tallish boy wit
haggy, burnt blond hair, and clear green eye
hat sparkled in a way that made it difficult fo
Olivia to look anywhere else.He smiled when their eyes met, a slow
riendly smile, like he was recognizing her from
omewhere else. Olivia felt her cheeks flush a
he pushed at the ground with one broad stroke ohis navy shell-toed sneaker. He glided down
tone path and behind one of the buildings juttin
corner wings, and was gone.
No, thanks, Olivia mumbled dreamily
before snapping to attention. I mean, not really.already ate. It was half-true. She hadnt eaten
but she wasnt hungry, and hadnt been fo
months. Her mother had even started to commen
on her collarbones, but Olivia didnt care. Sh
wasnt trying to lose weightshe just wasnt tha
nterested in food anymore.
So did you find them yet? Miles asked
pulling a bag of organic pita crisps from hi
nsulated lunch cooler. He popped the bag ope
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and held it out to Olivia.
Find who? Olivia asked, politely shakin
her head.
The VIPs, Miles said between cracklin
bites. The in crowd. The see-and-be-seens.Olivia scanned the courtyard again.
They work hard to blend, he went on. An
heyd never admit to being who they are. But
you look hard enough, youll find them.Olivias gaze landed on a small table nestle
against a far wall, partially shaded by the low
hanging branches of a pale pink magnolia. A
crew of bohemian-chic hipsters were passin
around plastic trays of sushi rolls, fingerinchopsticks, and laughing. Lounging on a woode
bench was a thin, ginger-haired guy in a blac
and tan checkered shirt, his long legs spread ou
before him. Folded on his lap sat a baby-face
Asian girl, twirling locks of the boys red cur
between purple-polished fingertips.
On the mosaic tabletop another slender gi
with dramatic eye makeup and silky dark hair sa
n lotus position, carefully sorting through a bag o
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granola and tossing ingredients up in the ai
catching them in her open mouth. She was
tudy in layers: striped kneesocks over ribbed
olid tights, all tucked snugly into worn, thick
heeled motorcycle boots. A long wool sweatewas drawn at the waist over a high-collare
dress, and a thin knit scarf wrapped endless
around her neck and shoulders.
Ding ding ding! Miles sang out, jolting Oliviout of her trance.
Calla Karalekas, he muttered, feignin
disinterest. The planet around which lesse
moons revolve. Her fathers some kind o
ambassador to Greece, and her mother iapanese royalty.
Shes pretty, Olivia muttered, needlessly
She wasnt pretty. She was possibly the mos
tunningly gorgeous human being Olivia had eve
een.
Shes all right, I guess. Miles shrugged.
youre into that kind of thing.
Olivia watched as Miles fidgeted with a faux
eather cuff, rolling it back and forth against th
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narrow knobs of his wrist. Which, clearly, your
not, she said.
Hey, he insisted, straightening his elbow
nto an exaggerated stretch, Ive gone to schoo
with this crowd since the sixth grade. Ive haome time to observe.
Seems like you do a lot of observing, Olivi
pointed out, tucking one thumb into the hol
where the sleeve of her sweater had worn thinand hugging her elbows to keep warm. The lat
March sun was strong and steady, but every s
often a thick breeze would send little quakin
hivers up from the base of her spine.
I learn a lot that way, Miles said, unscrewinhe top of his ceramic water bottle and taking
ip. Ive learned a lot about you.
For a moment Olivia leveled her eyes wit
his, so big and dark that they appeared opaque
Like what? she asked.
Like youre hiding something, he sai
quickly, settling back against the wall and restin
his solid arms against bent knees. Nobody skip
own in the middle of the school year for n
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eason, he continued, narrowing his eyes int
ttle slits.
Olivia shrugged, crossing and uncrossing he
ankles and staring at a patch of weeds pushin
up between the crooked stone tiles.So what was it? he demanded. Mess
divorce?
Olivia shook her head and swallowed.
Trouble with the law? His voice was lighand easy. A glimmer of a smile was twitching its
way across his lips.
She swallowed again. This was the part sh
hated the most. The fact that no matter what sh
aid, no matter how she said it, that smile woulvanish in an instant. She would feel awkward. H
would feel like an ass. And theyd finish what wa
eft of their lunch in an uncomfortable silence.
Come on, he pleaded, as if defying he
houghts. There has to be some reason yo
moved all this way. I mean, my moms firm i
good, but its not thatgood Miles waggled hi
eyebrows, urging her on.
Olivia steadied her shaking hands agains
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he table. My twin sister died.
Her voice was tiny and unfamiliar. No matte
how many times she said those words, sh
couldnt escape the feeling that it was a line sh
was repeating from somebody elses life. Maybhe main character in some sappy movie that sh
and Violet had seen on TV, cracking jokes abou
he lame acting but secretly feeling unspeakab
ucky that nothing so terrible would ever happen them.
My mom grew up here, Olivia went on
rying anything to ease the tension of the momen
Thought it would be good to try something new
Or old, I guessMiles cleared his throat and fidgeted with th
empty plastic bag of chips.
Olivia didnt need to look up to know tha
hed been right: His easy smile had vanished i
an instant. He felt like an ass. And they finishe
what was left of lunch in an uncomfortable silence
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Dad? Olivia called into the downstair
hallway, kicking the front door shut. A pane o
decorative glass shuddered behind the layers o
cardboard her father had taped to one side. Th
house, a four-story Victorian with canary yellow
hingles and lopsided periwinkle shutters, was ivarious stages of disrepair. Olivia was having
hard time remembering that nothing actually di
what it was supposed to do: doors didnt close
windows didnt open, and
What the hell? Olivia swore as one boo
dropped straight through a torn-up two-by-fou
catching around her ankle and tossing he
ideways into the wall.
Apparently, floors werent floors.After extracting herself from the subfloor, sh
dropped her bag in a heap by the stairs an
tarted back toward the kitchen. The commut
home from school had been almost mor
exhausting than the rest of the day combined
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Shed had to switch buses and had ended u
raveling ten blocks in the wrong direction
ultimately deciding to get off and walk bac
hrough the Mission.
Hey, O, Mac Larsen called as Olivitepped into the kitchen, turning down the volum
on the black-and-white TV balanced precarious
over the sink. He was kneeling on the counte
elbow-deep in a ceiling light fixture. A wiry man oaverage height, Mac was always crunching hi
knotted limbs into tight, awkward spaces, to get
better look at a leak or a plug.
Shouldnt you be wearing gloves? Olivi
craned her neck to see her fathers handswisting free a broken bulb.
Probably, he grumbled. How was school?
Olivia opened the stainless-steel refrigerato
he only new appliance her father had insisted o
buying immediately, her eyes scanning rows o
containers of half-eaten takeout, two bottles o
ketchup, and a lonely onion.
Fine, Olivia answered, unfolding som
eftover Chinese and picking around with he
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ngers. What happened to the floor?
Her father wiped handfuls of dust on hi
pants, faded jeans hed had since college, an
motioned for her to pass the lo mein. Wha
oor?Olivia handed over the greasy containe
The floor that used to be in the hallway, sh
aid, as he settled on the countertop.
Had to get in there to look at some pipesMac explained through a mouthful of col
noodles.
Olivia grabbed a plastic bottle of water from
an opened twelve-pack on the sawdust-covere
counter, starting back out into the hallway to heoom.
Moms gotta stay late at work, he calle
after her.
Olivia stopped short in the hall. Again? sh
asked, without turning around.
Her father nodded and hopped down from
his perch. Looks like were on our own fo
dinner.
Delivery? Olivia guessed, slouching bac
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against the molding door frame and feeling
way dangerously under her weight.
What do you feel like?
Olivia shrugged as her father squeeze
behind her to get to the fridge. You know, heaid, thats one thing about this city I might b
able to get used to. Anything you want to eat, yo
got it. Chinese, Italian, Indian, sushi
You hate sushi, Olivia interrupted.So what? her father continued. I can st
get it at midnight. Cant get a piece of toast a
midnight back home.
Thats true. Olivia nodded, trying for chippe
and starting back into the hall toward her room.Her dad had always tried to make it bette
no matter what it was. When Olivia was six an
prained her ankle jumping off dunes at the
beach house on Marthas Vineyard, Ma
decorated her crutches with iridescent streamers
When their mother, Bridget, was on a case i
North Carolina for three weeks, Mac had give
he girls leftover cans of house paint, setting them
oose in their rooms and, more importan
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defending their artistic choices (sky blue fo
Olivia, a Pollock-inspired smattering for Viole
when Bridget returned.
One of the most infuriating parts about Viole
being gone was that there wasnt a thing Macould do to fix it.
Hey, Mac called again. School. Was
errible? He leaned back against the sink an
was gripping the edges of the speckled linoleumcountertop with his rough, calloused hands. It wa
obvious he was trying to lounge, or at leas
approximate the posture of somebody engage
n casual conversation. But his face was straine
and his voice sounded like hed been swallowinhards of glass.
Not terrible, she said, forcing softness.
Make any friends? he asked.
Olivias stomach tightened. Of course sh
hadnt made any friends. Shed gone through he
whole life with a built-in social ambassado
Violet had always been a chameleon, able to b
anyone at any time, if it meant easy conversatio
and a fast friend. Olivia thought of herself mor
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ke a gecko. Or a newt.
She opened her mouth to speak but stoppe
when she looked closer into her father
bloodshot eyes, hollow and heavy at the edges
His once-red hair seemed to be attacking itseland the scruff on his chin was tinged with mor
gray than before.
He hadnt signed up for this, either.
It had been her moms idea to pick up aneave Willis in the middle of the school yea
Olivia had thought it was a bit of a coincidenc
hat her mother had randomly been offered a to
position at a prestigious firm in San Francisco
he same San Francisco where she happened thave access to a house that had been in he
amily for almost a century. Never mind that u
until then the house had been referred to only a
that deathtrap Great-aunt Peggy left usall of
udden, everything was falling into place. Bridge
had a new job, Olivia had a new school, and Mac
an out-of-work contractor, had a new project.
A project that, by the looks of things so fa
was quickly turning into a thousand little projects
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none of which seemed to be approaching an
orm of completion.
A couple, Olivia lied. Everybodys reall
nice. And the buildings cool. Really old, with lot
of big windows.Yeah? Her dad had turned to face the sin
and was already fidgeting with a stubborn fauce
She could keep talking, if she wanted to, but sh
knew shed said enough. Hed gotten what hneeded. Shed communicated. She wa
unctioning.
All was well in familyland.
She mumbled something about homework t
he back of her fathers head, and left him to fhe things he still could.
Olivia collapsed onto her bed after a quick an
quiet meal of Indian takeout with Mac, her bod
inking into the lavender comforter shed brough
rom home. She closed her eyes and inhaled th
hick, downy fabric, which still reminded her of Its
and Bitsy, the twin calico kittens the girls ha
adopted when they were six. Theyd only bee
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allowed to keep the cats for a few months, befor
Bridget had started breaking out in head-to-to
hives and discovered she was allergic.
Olivia remembered squeezing Violets han
as they walked up the long driveway back to thMSPCA, tears streaming from Violets chin an
careening onto the gravel. Olivia promised he
ister that one day theyd move into a house o
heir own and have twenty cats and eat nothinbut Oreo sundaes and watch all the TV the
wanted. This had worked, and Violet had stoppe
crying, until they got home and she realized tha
heir blankets still smelled like the kittens, who
after much begging, had been allowed to sleep ihe girls room.
Olivias eyes were closed when a crisp, hai
ckling breeze blew in from the open window
attling the doors in the room on their loosenin
hinges. She sat up and saw that one door wa
lowly creaking openthe narrow, knotted doo
at the back of her room.
Connected to Olivias bedroom and facin
an overgrown garden at the back of the hous
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was a tiny corner room with a low, garret-styl
oof. A little bit smaller than Olivias room, it had
wo arched bay windows with a cushioned lov
eat between them. When Olivia had announce
he wouldnt be taking this room, but the morordinary, larger, street-noisy room beside it, he
parents hadnt argued. Nobody said anything, bu
hey all knew.
The smaller room was the one Violet woulhave wanted.
And when the moving trucks arrived and a
hat was left to unload were several unmarke
boxes, nobody said anything then, either. Bu
omehow the boxessealed after a silenafternoon spent stowing Violets thingsha
ended up in that room, behind two doors tha
would always stay closed.
Olivia slowly rose to her feet and walked ove
o the door in the corner. She reached out an
held the cold brass knob, lingering for a moment
It was almost as if she could feel Viole
waiting for her on the other side.
A chill spiked the hairs on the back of he
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neck and she snapped the door swiftly shut.
The gauzy white curtain ballooned again an
Olivia moved to the window. As she tugged
open even wider, sharp city sounds cam
ooding ina squealing car alarm, the steadwhoosh of wet traffic, boisterous after-dinne
voicesas if shed unmuted a movie she hadn
known she was watching.
Before she knew what she was doing or whyOlivia had maneuvered her narrow limbs throug
he window and onto the rickety little balcony
lick from an evening drizzle. She carefully pulle
herself to her feet and looked down. From fou
tories up, the city felt formal and strange.Hugging her sweater close, she used
leeve to mop a puddle from one side of th
ailing and settled herself down, looking u
oward the sky.
Back at home, after their parents had gone t
leep, she and Violet would climb out of Olivia
bedroom window, swinging up and over a
angled eave and leaning flat against the whit
cedar roof. The girls would whisper whatever new
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gossip they had to share, which usually mean
Violet did most of the whispering. Gazing up a
he clear night sky, Olivia would redraw
constellations with her finger, and Violet woul
hold her breath, searching for shooting stars twish on. It was the kind of quiet that was almos
cary, like they were the only two people left o
he entire planet.
On her new balcony, Olivia tried to block ouhe rhythm of cars and snippets of conversatio
oating up from street level. Yellow sidewal
anterns blurred in her vision as she made out th
hadows of low town houses stretching bac
oward the horizon. The pointed rooftops blendeogether against a blue-black blanket of sky,
ayer of dark fog and heavy clouds obscuring an
tars that might have been hiding behind them.
Olivia wanted to feel disappointed. Sh
actually triedto miss home. But really, she didnt.She couldnt.
It was around February when Mac an
Bridget sat Olivia down at the dining room tabl
and told her she wouldnt be going back to Willi
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High after spring break. Olivia remembere
taring through a square, crystal vase at th
hape of her fathers knuckles, thick and distorte
as they rapped against the faded oak
Predictably, Bridget did most of the talking, hevoice careful and composed, as if she wer
bracing herself for outrage or, at the very leas
mpassioned dissent.
Olivia couldnt remember if shed actualaid anything at all. Probably a question or tw
about logisticshad they already booked
ight? When would they be leaving?but an
words shed spoken would have been muttered i
he cold, empty voice of somebody who didnhave enough left in her to care.
That night, she lay awake in her old canopie
bed, trying to convince herself to feel somethingShed done the same thing after Violets funera
the whole afternoon shed moved from room t
oom in their house like a robot, her feature
rozen, her body aching and hollow. She hadn
cried once, and, staring at her reflection in th
oval-shaped mirror hanging in the downstair
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hallway, shed wondered if forcing herself t
conjure up specific details about her sister woul
emind her body how to feel again.
She remembered the way Violets nos
witched and wrinkled at the bridge when she waconfused. The way her laugh, her real laugh
eserved for when something was truly, actuall
unny, caught in the back of her throat, an
ounded a little like snoring.But still, no tears.
And again, when Olivia learned shed b
eaving her house, her school, all of her friends a
once, she knew the appropriate reaction woul
have involved some kind of resistance. But nmatter how hard she tried, she couldnt acces
anything inside of her that resembled a nostalgi
winge.
Since Violets death, the house had felt to
big and silent, anyway. And at school, she wasn
ure what was worsebeing the new girl, o
being the girl who looked exactly like the other gi
whod died over the summer, the girl who love
everyone and whom everybody loved.
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The girl who was so much fun.
Olivia had packed all of her things a wee
early, living out of one suitcase and sleeping o
pare sheets. As far as she was concerned
hed already left. No place would ever be homagain, no matter where it was or how much of he
own stuff she had around her.
And now, looking up at the foggy sky, sh
ried to feel sad that she couldnt see any starsShe wanted to want something that reminded heof Violet. She wished she could feel somethinganything, standing in the darkness, alone.
But all she felt was cold.
Olivia shivered, crawled back inside thwindow, and drew the curtains tightly shut.
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Her eyes still blurry with sleep, Olivia fumbleher way to the kitchen early Friday morningeeling automatically for the pot of coffee he
ather always brewed before going out for th
paperi.e., to sneak an illicit donut and cigarette
Usually, Olivia wished he would give thesndulgences a rest, but secretly she loved that he
dad was consistently less undercover than h
hought, always returning with telltale crumbs o
his collar, or the subtle musk of stale smoke in hi
hair.
Olivia tipped the solid metal urn over the li
of her favorite Red Sox mug, watching with mute
rustration as the last lukewarm drops of grain
quid sputtered out. Olivia had only recentnherited her parents caffeine addiction, an
whether it was out of conscious resolve o
absentminded oversight, Mac had yet to adjus
his morning measurements accordingly.
Too foggy-brained to fathom brewing anothe
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pot, Olivia filled the teakettle with water instead
Violet had detested Olivias growing coffee habi
nsisting that green tea was a healthie
alternative. Olivia thought green tea tasted lik
gunmetal, but had saved the economy-size boViolet had ordered online from some healthy
ving website, just in case.
Olivia leaned against the sink, waiting for th
water to boil and staring vacantly at the slopinkitchen table in the center of the room. The hous
had been partially furnished when the Larsen
moved in, with a few worn, antique piece
covered with drop cloths and wedged awkward
under stairwells. Mac claimed he would refurbishem all, explaining how easy it would be to polis
here, reupholster there. But Bridget had insiste
hat Mac haul just about everything to th
Salvation Army, in order to make room for the
new dining set and leather sofa shed picked ou
rom a Crate and Barrel catalogue on the plane.
The kitchen table, with one floppy leaf and
huge, branch-like crack twisting across it
middle, was the one piece Mac had managed t
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hold on to, most likely due to the fact that the on
me Bridget spent anywhere near the kitche
was early in the morning, before she was awak
enough to complain.
The kettle squealed and Olivia poured hersea cup of tea before shuffling upstairs to get read
or school. From the back room on the secon
oor, envisioned as a full-service gym but now
doubling as a storage space/living area, Oliviheard the hushed dialogue of the television an
he slow, methodic thumping of her mother on th
readmill.
A track star in high school and college, wit
yearbooks and scrapbooks to prove it, Bridgepent an hour every day, no matter the day, no
matter the hour, chugging on the treadmill an
watching the trashy daytime soaps she ha
TiVod the afternoon before.
Olivia, is that you? Bridgets sturdy voic
called out, midstride.
Olivia stalled on the landing, bringing the mu
close to her nose and inhaling a wet cloud o
herbal steam. She closed her eyes for a momen
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and leaned back against the wobbly baniste
before turning and making her way back down th
hall.
Bridgets routinely frosted dark blond ha
was pulled up in a tight, high ponytail, heprominent cheekbones dotted with little patche
of redthe only sign that she was working at a
Her slender arms pumped almost imperceptib
at her sides, her gaze fixed on the small TVnestled precariously in the middle of an empt
bookshelf.
Morning, Olivia said quietly, resting th
angle of her hip on the doorjamb and tilting he
head toward the set, wondering which disgruntlehousewife or conniving stepfather was holdin
court today. She could never understand how he
mother, who spent thirteen hours a day deposin
white-collar witnesses and decoding multimillion
dollar contracts, could lose herself so thorough
n the melodrama of overacted soaps.
Good morning, Bridget huffed, wiping he
orehead with the back of one slim wrist. I though
we might go shopping later.
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Olivia turned her head from the televisio
back to the treadmill, her eyes wide wit
crambled alarm. What? she asked, trying t
emember the last time her mother had propose
hat they do anything together. I mean, why?Bridget jabbed at the electronic buttons o
he dash, lowering the incline and slowing he
pace to a brisk walk. Theres an event Saturda
night, she said, gripping the handles, hemanicured fingernails wrapping delicately aroun
he shiny metal bars. A cocktail party at th
office, to welcome meall of usinto town.
Tomorrow? Olivia asked, as if she migh
already have plans. It seemed the only possiblway out.
Bridget nodded. All of my nice things are st
n boxes. She sighed. And its been a whil
ince weve shopped for you. What do you think?
Olivia tucked one bare foot back behind th
other, her eyes blurring over the hypnoticall
cycling mechanical belt. It hadnt been a while.had been exactly seven months, two weeks, an
hree days.
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The only thing Violet and their mother ha
ever agreed on had been the overwhelmin
atisfaction achieved by touching things in fanc
tores, trying them on, wrapping them up, an
bringing them home. Although it was not pastime Olivia had much interest in, she ofte
agged along, if only to watch Violet vet
Bridgets more conservative selections. It was th
one occasion on which Bridget deferred to heeccentric daughters expertise, and Olivia love
o see her mother, for once, in the position o
asking for help.
Now the idea of the two of them wanderin
aimlessly in and out of boutiques, not ontrangers in a new city but doubly lost without th
guidance of their shopping guru, was enough t
make Olivias inner ears ache.
I dont know, she said. I dont really feel lik
going to a party.
Bridgets light eyes were sharp and focuse
as she slowed to a stop and stepped off th
machine. Well, you dont have to come, sh
poke evenly. But it might be fun.
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Olivia shifted her weight from one bare foo
o the other, every cell in her body begging to b
eleased and allowed to run back upstairs to he
oom, where nobody asked her to do things lik
hop or be polite.Phoebe Greer will be there with her son
Bridget continued. Miles, I think. I asked her t
arrange for him to show you around yesterday
Did he find you?Yeah, Olivia managed. He found me.
Good, Bridget confirmed. Then youll hav
omebody to talk to at the party. She laid a firm
hand on Olivias shoulder as she squeezed pas
her into the narrow hall. But, she said, with ght, awkward smile, only if you feel up to it.
Just about the last thing Olivia felt up to doin
was getting dressed up and standing awkward
with plastic cups and tiny plates of hors doeuvre
and not enough hands to eat them. But she knew
hat smile. And she knew where arguing woul
get her. This was her mothers game, and Olivia
only option was to play along.
Fine, she grumbled. But I dont need to g
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hopping. Im sure I can find something in m
closet to wear.
Bridget nodded and gave Olivias shoulder
ny squeeze. Its up to you. She shrugged
miling coolly and inching past her daughteoward the stairs.
That afternoon, Olivia stood with her hands on he
hips, staring vacantly into the open closet.Her second day at Golden Gate had bee
nterminably long and deafeningly quiet, an
hed somehow managed to get by withou
uttering more than forty-eight words. Shed gotte
o each of her classes early, introduced herself the teacher (Olivia Larsen, Im new here; nice tmeet you = 9 words x 5 classes = 45 wordsaid, Excuse me, when shed stepped o
omebodys toe, rushing on her way to AP
Calculus (two words), muttered a curt and hurried
Hey, when shed spotted Miles in the courtyar
one word), and smiled tightly when shed clumsi
bumped into the mysterious, green-eyed skate
boy in the hall (zero words).
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Shed been slowly unpacking since she go
off the bus, starting with the boxes full of he
avorite books and collection of tattered journals
But the new bookshelves her father wa
upposedly building were still in pieces in hihop in the basement, and she hadnt felt muc
ke writing in her journal lately. Shed moved on t
he unopened boxes of clothing, stuffing sweater
nto the bottom drawers of the clean, whitarmoire her mother had picked out at Potter
Barn. The last thing she wanted to think abou
was finding a dress for the stupid cocktail even
omorrow night, mostly because she didnt wan
o go, but also because her collection of formawear, recently unfolded and draped on a few sa
wire hangers in the closet, was officially pathetic.
There was the thick, strapless gown she
worn to the sophomore semiformal, which ha
made her feel glamorous at the time, but weighe
about two hundred pounds and was way too fanc
or the office. There were a few flowery cotto
undresses, sleeveless and not at all appropriat
or any place other than the beach. And of cours
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he mauve taffeta number shed worn as a junio
bridesmaid in her cousin Loreleis wedding, wit
puffy sleeves and a high, cinched waist that ha
made her feel like an Oompa-Loompa on the on
occasion she was forced to wear it.Olivia groaned and fell back onto her bed
covering her face with a pillow.
Shopping had been Violets number on
extracurricular. When Olivia and her mother hagone through Violets things, even they had bee
astonished to discover the amount of clothin
hed managed to amass over the years. Sh
hadnt been a spree-shopper, coming hom
weighted down with bags from Saks oNordstrom. It was all done piecemeala so
cotton tunic from that little boutique in Wellesle
Center; a pair of enormous sunglasses from
ea market in Harvard Square; the vintage Pucc
dress shed found in a Somerville consignmen
hop and was planning on wearing to the junio
prom
It was smooth satin, almost liquid to th
ouch, and swirled with bright concentric circles.
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had originally been astronomically expensive, bu
had been marked down to just within her budge
because of an enormous, side-baring tear at th
ipper.
Violet didnt care. Shed had to have iclaiming that a seamstress would be able to fix i
no problem. But shed never gotten the chance t
nd one.
Olivia sat up on her bed, her feet landinheavily on the carpet.
The dress.Slowly, she stood and walked across th
oom to the door in the corner. Before she ha
me to change her mind, she took the knob in hehand and turned it, pulling the creaky door ope
and stepping inside.
The room was flooded with hazy sunlight an
tale, trapped air. There was no furniture, only th
windows, the built-in love seat, and a sad row o
boxes against the far wall. Olivia held her breat
and walked purposefully toward the boxes. Sh
knelt beside them, running her hands along th
masking tape.
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Carefully, afraid of making a sound, Olivi
pulled back the cardboard flaps. Her nostril
mmediately tingled at the familiar scent, a mix o
ea salt and strawberry-kiwi shampoo.
She plunged her hands into the first boxdigging around pairs of cowboy boots an
metallic ballet flats. The second box wa
accessories, mostly chunky charm necklaces an
printed scarves. It was in the third box that shound the dress, folded neatly near the top.
She let her fingers graze the soft, cool satin
he dizzying print starting to blur behind he
clouding eyes. Her fingers caught in the hangin
hreads by the zipper, poking through the gapinhole down the side. All she needed now was
eamstress.
Crawling to her feet, she brought the dres
out in front of her, held the fabric against her skin
Of course.
Violet had had the answer all along.
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4
The rain just wouldnt let up.
It was a familiar refrain, and everyone from
he punky receptionist at school to the perk
weather blonde on the six oclock news seeme
o have an opinion about when the rainy seaso
would finally end.Before the move, Olivias mother ha
enthusiastically reminded her daughter that the
couldnt be arriving at a better time of year. You
wont see a drop of rain from March to October
hed said.
So far, it had rained at least once a day. And
not always just sprinkles. Heavy, sky-splittin
downpours, the kind that made wearing jeans o
getting out of the car a gamble.Olivia had left her stoop and started dow
Dolores just as Friday evenings downpour wa
getting under way, a single, fat drop splattering o
he sidewalk beside her boot. Almost an hour o
loshing through puddles of murky curb wate
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ater, shed decided that searching for
eamstress in the rain wasnt one of her mos
brilliant ideas. After trudging from one soake
corner to another, scanning the hodgepodge o
window displaysa cute little antique furniturhop, a watch repair store, and about ten yog
tudios in a six-block radiusshe was fair
certain that she wasnt going to find a tailor in he
neighborhood.She was pulling the collar of her blac
Windbreaker tighter around her neck when a dim
ght in a dark corner storefront caught her eye.
was in a building on the corner across from th
manicured median of palm trees, a building shwalked past every day on her way to the bus stop
A burgundy awning jutted out from the di
concrete wall, and Olivia had always assumed th
pace was empty. There was even a laminate
ign in the window, one that she could have swor
used to say for rent. But as Olivia walked close
ducking under the awning, which flapped wildly i
he wind, she saw that the sign was actually
handwritten note:
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Mariposa of the Mission.Olivia cupped her hands to the glass an
peered inside. The glare from a yellow streetligh
oating overhead made it hard to see anything
and she could just barely make out the hulkin
hadows of garment bags and sewing machines
t looked like an abandoned dry cleaners, minu
he mechanically rotating shirts.
Olivia blinked, her eyes traveling across thoom. In the far corner, lounging on a threadbar
divan, was a small, dark-haired girl. She glance
up from the paperback book open in her lap, an
ooked pointedly through the window at Olivia
almost as if shed been waiting for her.Olivia quickly dropped her hands to her sid
and hopped back, startled. Was it possible tha
all this time, the very thing she was looking fo
had been around the corner from where she
tarted, just a few hundred feet from her own fron
door? Why hadnt she seen it before?
Olivia took a deep breath, remembering th
dress shed stuffed inside her purse, and pushe
carefully through the heavy glass door.
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Tinny chimes rang out as soon as sh
tepped onto a straw welcome mat, and Olivia le
he door shut quietly behind her. The girl in th
corner had gone back to her book, and Olivi
tood awkwardly at the entrance. Half-dressemannequins haunted every corner of the sma
pace, staring down from high perches with blan
aces. Folds of fabric were layered on low
wooden tables, and hidden in each nook andarkened corner were miniature glass butterf
gurines of varying shapes and colors. A sof
yellow light fell in shafts from two tasseled lamps
cutting rays of swimming dust across the floor.
Olivia cleared her throat, but the gicontinued reading, her thick, dark brows furrowe
o a bushy point. Excuse me, Olivia ginger
began. Do you?
Were closed, the girl said, noisily flipping
page. She was remarkably tiny, with sticklik
mbs that were swallowed by the round crimso
cushions of a vintage love seat. The love sea
tself was missing two legs, and had bee
propped up on one end against a broken, box
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ecord player.
Closed? Olivia quietly repeated, he
houlders sinking. She glanced back through th
darkening window, already imagining a night o
mauve taffeta travesties, the itchy lining, thhorrific swishing sound it made around her knee
when she walked. She was reaching one hand t
he door when a sharp voice called out from
behind her.Wait!
Olivia looked back to see that the girl ha
abandoned her book, which now lay ope
acedown in her lap. It was one of those steam
omance novels usually buried deep in the dollabin outside used bookstores, with a half-nake
couple swooning across the cover.
Ive seen you before, the girl said, staring a
Olivia with tight, beady eyes. You live nearby?
Olivia nodded and swallowed. Yeah, she
answered, her mouth dry and her tongue slow
We just moved in down the street. I was just, um
on my way home and I thoughtI mean, I was jus
ooking
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Looking is allowed. The girl smiled
evealing a crowded row of what looked like bab
eeth and pulling herself up to her feet. She spok
with a slight and indistinguishable accent, clean
articulating each syllable and sound. Oliviwondered if she was foreign, or just one of thos
people who talk funny to be different.
I know that, Olivia said, suddenly defensive
The girl reached behind a patchwork quhat was hanging from a clothesline strung acros
one corner of the room, and pulled an old broom
rom where it had been leaning against a wobb
chest of drawers. Much like the girl, all of th
urniture in the shop appeared arthritic, like might buckle or fall if you sneezed in its genera
direction.
Im Posey, she said, lazily swatting th
broom across a patch of dusty red tiles.
Olivia took a step closer. Olivia, she said
her hand hanging awkwardly between them
Posey hesitated before extending her own hand
which was so small and spindly Olivia worried
might shatter into pieces. From close up, Posey
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brown eyes were flecked with bits of yellow
orange, and blinked curiously through dark
crooked bangs. There was something about th
way she stared that made Olivia uncomfortable
ke she suddenly wanted to put on another layeof clothes.
Nice to meet you, Olivia, Posey said
potting a toppled pile of fabric swatches at he
eet and bending over to straighten it. As shtood, the corner of her shoulder bumped u
against a table leg, and one of the small butterf
gurines tottered from side to side. Posey hurrie
o keep it from falling, delicately steadying it
rembling wings to stillness.I like your butterflies, Olivia said, realizin
mmediately how lame it sounded. I mean
heyre nice. I like butterflies, you know; theyre
Posey smiled. Thanks, she said. The
were my grandmothers.
As Posey carefully lifted her hand from th
ornament and went back to sweeping the floo
Olivia recognized a familiar flash across he
eyes. They were my grandmothers. It was th
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ook of someone who had lost something she
never get back.
Was this her shop? Olivia inquired.
Posey nodded. She started doin
alterations for people in the basement, shexplained. Pretty soon, she had a following
There were articles in magazines, the Styl
ection of the paper
She must have been talented, Oliviventured.
She was, Posey said, the lost look in he
eyes lingering as she continued sweeping th
ame superclean spot on the floor. Ive tried t
keep it going without her, but Her voice traileoff as she gestured with her eyes at the empty
un-down shop, before vigorously tossing he
head from side to side, as if to shake ou
omething that hurt too much to remember.
So what can I do for you? Posey aske
abruptly, tilting the broom back against the corne
and settling her petite frame onto a woode
ocking chair.
Oh, Olivia said, dropping one hand into he
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bag and searching for the soft folds of fabri
nside. I have this dress, and it has a really bi
ip up one side
Posey gestured for Olivia to spread th
dress out over her knees. She searched thmaterial lovingly with her hands, her small, agil
ngers quickly landing on the torn zipper. Its
beauty, she said. Vintage?
Olivia smiled uncertainly. I really have ndea; itsit wasmy sisters.
Posey nodded, staring past Olivia, or throug
her.
Great style, she remarked approvingly
hoisting herself up and laying the dress over thback of an empty chair. Definitely a dress fo
omeone who knows how to have a good time.
Yeah, Olivia said. That was Violet.
She hadnt meant to sound so sad, but sh
could tell as soon as the words escaped that the
had landed hard.
Posey smiled, her eyes now light an
winkling. Come back next week, she said
olding the dress back up and placing it on top o
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her book. Is Thursday good for you?
Olivia anxiously chewed at the inside of he
cheek and crossed her arms. Thats the thing
he said. I kind of need it by tomorrow.
Posey froze, one hand still resting on thcouch, the other curling into a tight little ball in he
ap.
I know its short notice, Olivia apologized
My mom is making us go to this reception thingand I dont really have a choice. Its not really
big deal. I mean, Ill just be standing in a corner a
night, probably, so it doesnt matter what I wear.
ust thought, I dont know, if there was any way
Posey looked up with her head tilted to onide. Her eyes held Olivias for a long momen
before shifting across the room. In between tw
bare windows was a child-size wooden desk
cratched and complete with a built-in seat. Th
urface was bare except for a single spiral-boun
notebook, lying open with a pencil beside i
Leave your address, she said softly. I can dro
t off tomorrow.
It wasnt until Olivia exhaled a heavy sigh o
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elief that she realized she hadnt been breathing
She hadnt thought the dress was so importan
but something about the look in Poseys eye
ent a flood of raw emotion washing over he
body, like standing under a bitter-cold waterfalwith the sun at your back.
Olivia nodded once and walked to the desk
writing her address in careful print at the to
corner of the open page.She turned to the door. The sky was streake
with a cloudy pink trail, the sun disappearin
behind a row of pastel houses at the top of th
hill.
Olivia turned back to wave good-bye, buPosey was already lost again in her book. Sh
wanted to say thank-you, or something like it, bu
eared the words would be too plain, too loud t
mean what she wanted them to.
Olivia smiled and stepped out onto th
idewalk, where the air was moist and thic
enough to bottle.
At last, the rain had stopped.
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5
Olivia, are you in there?
Olivia sat wrapped in a fluffy white bath towe
at the foot of her bed, staring dumbly at th
garment bag lying open beside her.
Your father went to get the car, her mom
continued from the hall. Meet us out front in minute?
Sure, Olivia said flatly. Ill be right there.
Just as Posey had promised, a flopp
garment bag with Olivias name safety-pinned t
one side had arrived on her stoop that afternoon
Olivia reached for the zipper and pulled it dow
lowly, careful not to catch any loose fabric in it
wake. She tugged the front flap open, angling th
hanger to free the material, and gasped. Sinkinbackward onto the bed, Olivia dropped her eye
o the floor, then brought them back up for
econd look, which only confirmed what she ha
known from the moment the dark, heavy fabri
had peeked through the side of the bag.
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This was not Violets dress.
First of all, this dress was black. All black. N
piral satin prints, no contrasting colored circles
The empire waist had become a drop, and th
narrow, delicate straps had been replaced with hick halter, plunging into a deep V at the neck.
wasnt that the dress was uglyit was simply, i
act, not hers.
Olivia sprang to her feet. It must be mistake, she concluded out loud, opening th
bag wide and angling the gown back in place
She was tugging the stubborn zipper back acros
he front, when a crumpled piece of pape
uttered onto the floor.She bent down to pick it up, unfolding wha
ooked like a business card. The words Mariposof the Mission were typed on the front, above tark, rudimentary graphic of a small golde
butterfly. Olivia flipped the card over and saw tha
a note had been scrawled on the back. Sh
tared at the sloppy, childlike handwriting, he
eyes blurring the six little words and setting them
wirling. Part of her hoped that if she stared lon
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enough, they might morph into something not s
devastatingly useless, like a shopping list or
ecipe for lasagna.
OLIVIA: TRY IT ON FIRST. POSEY.
She balled the card up in her palm an
ossed it at the wall.
Do you need any help?Olivia jumped in place. Her mother was st
tanding on the other side of the door. No, sh
called out. Im fine.
Silence, then the staccato clatter of hig
heels disappearing down the hall.Olivia sat down on her bed and put her hea
n her hands. She could say she didnt feel we
which was certainly the truth. But even befor
hed fully played out the scenario in her mind
he knew it wasnt an option. Her parent
wouldnt buy it. Theyd see it only as a sign tha
omething was wrong, which would initiate chain of events involving probing but meaningles
questions from her mom, and sidelong
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uncomfortable glances from her dad.
Fine, she grunted. She hauled herself u
rom the bed and in one swift motion unhooke
he dress, lifted it over her head, and slipped
down over her bare shoulders.A full-body shiver started up from the base o
her spine, and tiny blond hairs stood up all ove
her arms and at the back of her neck. Olivi
arched one foot and nudged the closet door ahe way open, turning to face the full-length mirro
hat had been left hanging inside by whoever ha
ved there before. She watched her reflection, he
mouth moving slowly into the shape of a perfect
ounded O.If she hadnt been the one to take the dres
out of the bag, she never wouldve believed it wa
he same gown. Where on the hanger it fe
hapeless and heavy, on her body it seeme
uspended in air. Where it had looked boring an
imple in the bag, it now exuded sophisticatio
and elegance. It was as if Posey had molded th
abric with her inside of it.
A long, blaring honk rose up from the stree
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outside her window. Her parents were waiting.
Olivia took a deep breath and stuck her fee
n a pair of old patent-leather high heels. As sh
bent down to guide one heel with her fingers,
ash of color caught her eye. Tucked near thnseam, at the very bottom of the dress, was
ny, embroidered butterfly. Olivia pressed he
nger against it, as if maybe she could flick it off.
But it was there to stay.
Olivia leaned against one of the high, roun
ables that had been arranged in an ope
emicircle around the lobby of Bridgets offic
building downtown. The building itself wasnt verbig, dwarfed by the skyscrapers huddled togethe
a few blocks in from the water. But the lobby ha
an elegant, old-world feel, complete with low
hanging chandeliers and pivoting brass arrow
over mirrored elevator doors.
When theyd first arrived, Bridget ha
paraded Mac and Olivia around the room
perimeter, making introductions and promptin
Olivia to deliver sound bites about her new schoo
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and the transition from East to West Coast. Bu
Mac had quickly found the bar, and Bridget ha
been swallowed into a crowd of coworkers. Olivi
had had no choice but to stake out a table in th
corner, already piled high with discarded cocktanapkins littered with shrimp tails and tooth-picks.
Before, when Bridget had dragged the girl
o functions or events, Olivia and Violet would fin
ways to entertain themselves, stealing sips oheir dads Stella Artois and making fun of th
tuffy suits trying to impress each other. As long
as they were in it together, even a boring cockta
eception could be almost fun.
Now, with nobody to laugh with, Olivia femore alone than ever.
Killer dress. A raspy voice spoke suddenl
rom over her shoulder. Is it Prada?
Olivia turned to find a girl at her elbow
blinking behind tortoiseshell glasses. She looke
a couple of years younger than Olivia, and
couple of heads shorter, too. Her hair was fin
and white blond, arrayed around her head in tin
ttle buns that stuck out in frantic points.
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Olivia smiled politely, glancing carefully from
ide to side, hoping to see her father flagging he
down from somewhere across the room.
Seriously. The girl was nodding vigorousl
and maintaining eye contact for just a bit longehan Olivia was comfortable returning. Her brigh
blue eyes were heavily lined in wet-lookin
charcoal, with shimmery gray shadow stuck to th
corners of the lids. Like, reallyhot, she addedor effect.Despite the girls elastic gold miniskirt, blac
shnets, and a fuzzy mohair sweater, there wa
omething soft about her, the way her pint-siz
eet seemed to swim in her metallic ankle bootsor the dimples in her pink, chubby cheeks.
Thank you, Olivia said softly to the plasti
cup of raspberry seltzer squeezed between he
palms.
Im Bowie, the girl said, nudging Olivia
orso with her shoulder, as if this was a
alternative to hand-shaking Olivia was not awar
of. Bowen, technically, but it sounds too muc
ke an airplane, I think. And besides, my dad wa
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a Ziggy Stardust fanatic.
Olivia nodded, still secretly scouting the lobb
or an excuse to duck away.
Or so Ive heard, Bowie added with
knowing laugh. Man, what is taking Miles song?
Olivia looked up sharply as Bowie wave
one hand wildly in the air above them.
Miles! she called, pointing witexaggerated movements at the top of Olivia
head. Look what I found!
Miles emerged, walking toward them from
he crowded makeshift bar set up at the lobby
ront desk. He was easy to spot among the sea ouits, in wrinkled linen pants and the sam
hreadbare, tangerine and blue checkered button
down hed worn to school the day before. And, o
course, the mushroom loafers.
I could hear you screeching from across th
oom, Miles hissed, awkwardly clutching tw
glasses slosh-full of red wine and lowering them
o the table. Please dont get us thrown ou
again.
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Olivia took another, heartier sip of her win
and tapped the rounded toe of her shoe agains
he polished travertine floor. Which ones you
mother? she asked, less because she care
about the answer and more because she didnwant Miles to think she was upset.
Miles swayed back on the heels of hi
mushroom shoes and scanned the minglin
crowd of San Franciscos legal elite. There shs, he said, pointing toward a large oval window
beneath which stood a striking African-America
woman, talking to a group of enraptured mal
attorneys. She was wearing a pin-striped sui
oftened by stilettos and a chartreuse silk scared in a perfect knot at her neck.
And shes remarried to the David Bowi
guy? Olivia asked. She was straightening ou
acts and hadnt meant to be funny, but Bowi
was suddenly laughing so violently that
appeared she might choke.
Not exactly, Bowie said after catching he
breath, gesturing back to where Miless mom wa
tanding. Another woman had joined the sma
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group, younger looking, with angular features,
leek black bob, and rimmed eyeglasses simila
o Bowies own. The two women slipped int
each others outstretched arms, sharing a quic
but comfortable kiss before turning back to thmen, who were pretending to study the labels o
heir bottles of imported beer.
Oh, Olivia said, gradually registering th
cene. So theyreGay, gay, gay! Bowie crooned, stealing
Miless cup and waving it in the air as if leading
chant.
Miles narrowed his eyes and snagged bac
his glass.But dont tell Miles, she whispered, leanin
n closer to Olivia. He still thinks theyre just real
good friends.
A laugh escaped Olivias lips, surprisin
hem all, and she took another healthy sip.
Ready? Bowie asked, finishing the last o
Olivias seltzer and slapping the empty cup on th
able.
Miles looked to Olivia and raised a
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eyebrow. Ready for what? he asked, lookin
ke he might be afraid of the answer.
Bowie threw her hands up dramatically an
ugged at Miless unbuttoned sleeve. Come on
he whined. You said youd take me to thapring break after-party in Sea Cliff. There
going to be live music and everything. You know
heyll never let me go by myself.
Olivia suddenly felt like she had beeeavesdropping. She began fidgeting with items i
her purse, checking the time on her phone as
here were somewhere else she needed to be.
I dont know, Miles said. Im not sure I ca
handle another White Stripes cover band.Olivia reached to the back of a tall chair fo
he ugly, tasseled shawl her mother had insiste
he throw over her shoulders as they wer
walking out the door.
Lets go. We can even bring this one
Bowie said, grabbing Olivias wrist and shakin
t. It would be the neighborlything to do.Oh, thanks, Olivia said, but I shoul
probably go keep my dad company. Sh
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gestured across the lobby to the bar. Bowi
ollowed her gaze, to where Mac sat hunche
over a bar stool with an empty seat beside him.
Thats your dad? Bowie asked. Hes hot.
It was not the first time Olivia had heard thiabout her father, but it still made her fidget an
blush.
Fine, Miles groaned and grabbed Bowie b
he shoulders. Lets go before you get us aarrested. I guess this is my last chance to watcGraham have a tantrum when his disco ball turn
nto a piata.
Bowie cheered and clapped Miles hard o
he back. Thats more like it, she said, linkinarms with Olivia. Now lets go say some good
byes.
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6
You are going to die when you see this.After a stomach-churning ride up and dow
oller-coaster hills in Miless moss gree
Volkswagen Rabbit, Bowie pulled Olivia out o
he parked car and onto the sparkling sidewalk
Sea Cliff was far more glamorous than anneighborhood Olivia had yet seen, with box
mansions surrounded by artful topiaries an
mposing statues of lions flanking the columne
ront doors. Miles lingered by a high, wrought-iro
gate that was set back from the road, and waite
or the girls to catch up.
Whose house is this again? Olivia asked
ollowing Bowie along the sidewalk.
Graham Potter, Bowie said, the heel of heboot catching in a crack and rocking her towar
he curb. He has this party every year. Its sort o
a spring tradition. Everybody meets at th
community gardens in the morning and gets th
ground ready for planting. And then they all com
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back to Grahams, because its basically th
most amazing house in the universe. Sh
gestured up a winding stone path illuminated b
dim bulbs embedded in the ground.
Tall hedges lined the property, and a fewmall bubbling fountains were scattered acros
he lawn, complete with backlit cherubi
culptures, naked and spitting into clear, shallow
pools. Grahams dad invented some kind ooftware, I think, Miles told her, digging his hand
nto his pockets and shuffling ahead. Somethin
computer related.
Olivias jaw dropped as the house came int
view. It was literally dug into the side of a cliff, witquare, stucco boxes jutting every which way. Th
oof was covered in arched Spanish tiles, an
oor-to-ceiling windows revealed a sparklin
modern interior, straight from the pages of one o
he design magazines Olivias mother had bough
at the airport and never gotten around to reading
Are you sure he didnt invent the computer? sh
asked, dumbfounded.
I know, right? Bowie laughed, draggin
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could flush both of them down the nearest toilet.
Bowie grabbed a handful of cups from th
marble countertop and ducked back through th
door onto the redwood porch, where a crowd o
guys in homemade togas stood around a kegBowie held up a finger to say that shed be righ
back, and gestured to Miles, who was talking to
girl in overalls by the breakfast nook.
Olivias eyes flitted anxiously around thkitchen, a tight, twisting feeling clenching at he
nsides. Even at home, shed never felt 10
percent comfortable at parties. She never knew
what she was supposed to be doing or saying, o
how she should be standing to look like she wahaving a good time. But Violet was always ther
o save her a seat, or bring her a drink in a re
plastic cup.
After the summer, shed pretty much stoppe
going out altogether. And when school started u
n the fall, their friends had tried to include he
calling her on Friday nights to hang out in Morga
enningss basement when his parents were ou
of town. But they had quickly given up. Which on
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playing on an improvised stage.
These guys rock, Bowie said, as Mile
ulked against the mantel, a floppy palm fron
ticking out from behind his frazzled hair. That
Graham singing. Dont they kind of remind you oKings of Leon?
Olivia squinted at the stage and nodded
even though Bowie might as well have bee
peaking in tongues. The music sounded like jusabout every indie band Violet had bee
obsessed with over the past two years, and Olivi
truggled to remember her sister cutting ou
photo spreads from the pages ofNylon an
plastering them onto her notebooks and lockeBasically, the recipe for Violets approval involve
ong, shaggy hair, skinny jeans, altered vocals
and heavy bass.
Grahams band passed with flying colors o
all counts.
Bowie squeezed into the crowd, tossing th
points of her hair from side to side, her shoulder
dipping up and down to the beat. All around her
kids were laughing, dancing, toasting each othe
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with easy smiles and half-empty glasses o
colorful drinks. Bowie motioned for Olivia to joi
her, but Olivia pretended to be lost in the music
taring intently at the band as if she were studyin
he complexities of their compositionaarrangements or instrumental breaks.
Onstage, Graham, whom she quick
ecognized as one of the lounging hipsters from
he courtyard, was sing-screeching into handheld microphone, his damp, orange ha
ticking to his face. He stood on the tips of hi
neakers for one last earsplitting wail, befor
dropping dramatically to his knees and bowin
oward the back of the stage, in a gesture thaaid either (A) Im praying to Mecca; please donnterrupt, or (B) Its time for a drum solo. Imspent.
And thats when Olivia saw him.
All inverted elbows and flying drumsticks wa
he skater boy from school. His face was flushe
n an expression of blissful concentration, hi
green eyes blinking ferociously as loose locks o
andy blond hair flew spastically around his head
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Skater/Drummer Boy reached his long, wir
arms up overhead. His soft blue undershirt hike
an inch or so above a crackled leather belt, jus
enough to expose a section of his waist, th
harp line of muscle cutting down across one hipOlivia felt the back of her neck getting hot, an
he worried that she was actually sweating.
So? Bowie had reappeared at Olivias sid
and was stripping off her sweater, revealing a tinblack tube top, felted in clingy mohair fuzz
Whatd you think?
Do you know where the bathroom is? Olivi
asked. She felt vaguely dizzy, a deafening rhythm
n her heart and her head, an anxious flutter at thbase of her throat. She needed to run some col
water over her wrists.
Bowie pointed to where a short line wa
naking back around a cast-aside armoire full o
expensive-looking figurines and black-and-whit
photos in frames. Olivia took off through th
crowd. As soon as she cleared a cluster of kid
knocking back shots by the fireplace, she froz
abruptly in place. There he was, waiting at th
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back of the line, propped up against a thick
ramed map of the world.
It was too late to turn around. She took
deep breath and planted herself beside him. H
wasnt nearly as tall up close, and, sneakinglances of his profile, she spotted a neat little row
of tiny round scars, barely hidden underneath
hin layer of stubble at his jaw. Olivias hea
humped, and she clenched her hands behind heback.
Is this the line for the bathroom? she asked
and instantly regretted it.
No, this is just the way we stand, all lined u
n a row for no reason. Welcome to California!He turned abruptly toward her, shaggy ha
alling over his sea green eyes and sticking to th
lope of his nose. Yup. He nodded with a smile
pushing back at the hair that had fallen, as if t
get a better look. His teeth were big and adorab
crooked.
Cool, she said. Cool. She glanced at thoor for a trapdoor to fall through, hoping for a
east a small fight to break out somewhere acros
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he room. Anything to stop the uncontrollabl
ountain of lameness that was pouring out of he
mouth.
I keep seeing you, he said. In the courtyard
ght? At school? Andnow she was a stalker. She hadn
been in school one week, and already she
urned into the overdressed girl who stared to
ong and tried too hard.Olivia swallowed and nodded, racking he
brain for something officially not-psychotic to sa
back.
Im Soren, he went on, extending a hand
Whats your name?Olivia, she answered, taking his hand.
was warm and sweaty and strong. Im new.
Yeah, I caught that, Soren joked, and then
hrough another heart-wringing grin, h
whispered, Welcome to Hippie High.
Olivia squeezed her damp fingers tighte
ogether and harnessed enough courage to stea
a glance back up at him. Which was about whe
he realized that he was looking at her. And not i
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a way that made her feel crazy, or like maybe sh
had arugula wedged between her teeth. Real
ooking at her. Like for one reason or anothehed caught his eye, and he couldnt figure ou
how to look away. Like maybe hed run out ohings to say, not because he wasnt interested
But maybe because he was nervous, too?
The bathroom door swung open and Graham
tepped out, clapping Soren on the back as hpassed.
I should Soren pointed at the bathroom
and Olivia nodded vigorously.
Right, so, she said, gesturing for him to g
ahead. Good luck!He smiled, a sweet, lopsided little grin, an
closed the door between them.
Olivia nestled herself against the wall on th
other side of the bathroom door. It wasnt until th
band was back onstage a few minutes later tha
he realized it had sounded like shed wishe
him good luck with the toilet.
Graham was already gripping the mic an
hushing the noisy crowd as Soren snuck out o
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rom a crossbeam in the ceiling.
The little veins in Olivias neck pulsed an
uzzy black spots appeared in the corner of he
eyes. Could this really be happening?
The other band members, a beefy kid witong, blond dreadlocks playing the bass, and
balding guy at the keyboards who looked at leas
hirty, were each joined by girls from the crowd
and Soren was still smiling. And waving.At her.Olivia inhaled, fueling the Jell-O-like wobbln her belly, and took a step forward. Just then
ustling footsteps approached from behind her,
cascade of silky, jet-black hair whipping her in th
ace as a blurry figure hustled by.Im coming, Im coming, the girl called ou
as she ran up onto the stage, hopping next t
Soren. He wrapped an arm around her waist an
pulled her tight to his side.
Calla. The glowing earth goddess Miles ha
pointed out at lunch. And, if possible, she looke
even more naturally beautiful than she had before
n dark, faded jeans, a ribbed white tank top, an
chocolate brown flip-flops, her glossy, tanned ski
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glistening in the spotlight, her almond eyes dar
and mysterious.
Fivefourthree
Graham was counting, people were yelling
he world was spinningOlivias face felt like it was about to explode
All around her, people were hugging a
clapping, so she clapped, too. Until she realize
hat the band had started to play and she was stclapping, and now she was the new girl in th
ancy dress, clapping to herself in the corner.
The bathroom was empty when she peeke
behind the door, and so she locked herse
nside, wondering if shed survive a jump from thwindow.
And wondering if she cared.
No throw up.
Olivia was slumped in the back of the ca
hed flagged at the end of Grahams block, he
head bobbing against the cool, foggy glass. Th
bearded driver squinted at her through th
earview mirror, carefully evaluating her puk
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as shed hated it while she was there, she misse
Willis, her old school and friends, the lam
parties, the drunken jocks, the girls who wer
uperficial and fake, fine, but at least they knew
who she was.Mostly, she missed Violet.
Olivia squeezed back hot tears too late, an
a few escaped, falling heavily onto her dress.
This isnt how it was supposed to be, shhought. Violet would never have let this happenwant my sister. I want my sister. I want my siste
I just wish I had my sister back, sh
whispered out loud, her hands over her eyes
pressing the tears against her wet cheeks.It happened so fast that later on she
wonder if she was hallucinating. But as soon a
hed opened her eyes, a strong, sturdy breez
whipped through the cracked window, carryin
with it what looked, at first, like a lightning bug.
It swirled around the back of the cab, franti
and confused. Olivia quickly figured it was tryin
o get out, and reached across the seat to ope
he window. But instead of immediately flyin
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hrough, the neon insect slowed the flapping of it
wings, settling gently on Olivias knee befor
aking flight and disappearing back into the nigh
ky.
The bug had only been still for a second, buhad been long enough for Olivia to realize
wasnt a lightning bug at all. It was just as tiny, an
ust as bright, but its wings were wide and broa
and swirled with silver and gold.It was a butterfly.
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7
Olivia woke in the middle of the night with wha
elt like battery acid coating her mouth, grippe
by a sudden, mind-numbing thirst.
Water.She squinted one eye open, gathering up th
trength to lift her heavy head from the pillow, aneached across to her bedside table. Sh
umbled for a glass of stale tap water and gulpe
down, oblivious to the tiny particles of dust tha
had settled on the surface. Hauling herself ont
her elbows, she gripped her head in her hands t
essen the intense pounding, which seemed to b
everberating all the way down to the ligaments i
her ankles. Slowly, she opened her eyes, allowin
hem to drift to the floor, where a shadowy heap odark material lay next to the foot of her bed.
The dress.
Olivia groaned out loud, the events of th
night before rushing back like the incoming tide
Like it wasnt bad enough shed made
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complete jerk of herself, wearing a ball gown to
oga party and stalking Soren by the bathroom
but she was hallucinating now, too? A fluorescen
butterfly?
Am I losing my mind? she whispered ououd.
Basically, but what else is new. A crispmocking voice came from somewhere nearby.
Olivia whipped her head around, lookinback toward the hulking headboard, then ou
hrough the gently blowing curtains.
Hello? she called quietly out into th
darkness, feeling ridiculous.
Nothing.Awesome, she muttered. Now Im hearin
voices.
Oh, would you calm down? the laughinvoice ridiculed. You may be crazy, but yourenot schizophrenic.
Olivias heart jumped, landing somewhere u
around the middle of her throat. She threw th
covers back and hurriedly tiptoed to the doo
pulling it open and craning her neck to see up an
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down the hall. It was empty and silent. Sh
hivered and hugged her elbows, closing herse
back inside.
Nobody.
Her nose twitched and tickled. What was thamell?
A thin stream of cigarette smoke swirle
rom behind her. Olivia looked down and followe
he curling, smoky trail past her bed, past thwindow, all the way to the small, crooked door a
he back of her room. The door was open just
crack and spilling a shaft of cool blue light ont
he floor.
Olivia put her hand to the knob a