“Take a break,” she told her.

Jackie nodded and left without glancing at me, keeping her head down.

“Well, now, Sasha, have you thought about our little discussion yesterday?”

“Yes,” I said.

“How do you feel about it? Do you want to come live with Donald and me? I’ll have the therapist come to our house, and when you’re able to get around, we’ll get you into school again. In the meantime, I’ll also arrange for a tutor to come to the house and get you caught up. We don’t want you entering class behind the others, do we?”

I shook my head.

“Of course, if you’re terribly unhappy, we’ll look for other arrangements for you. What do you say? Will you come?”

She was sitting where I had dreamed Mama sat. It was almost as if Mama’s spirit was there, too.

“Yes,” I said.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Sasha. It really is.” She leaped to her feet. “I have lots to do, lots to arrange. You’ll be out of here the day after tomorrow. Dr. Milan will discharge you, and then he’ll follow up on your treatment. Now, tell me some important things. What are your favorite colors? I took a guess with some of the clothes I sent up. Do you like the baby pink, the metallic blues, and this green? I love this green,” she said, holding up a blouse I had not yet put on.

“Yes. Everything is beautiful,” I said. What else would I say? I hadn’t had anything new for more than a year. Every-thing Mama and I had managed to buy during the struggle when we were on the street was used, from some thrift store. Colors were faded and dull, and the clothes were often long out of style and never quite fit.

“I’m glad. Those were Alena’s favorite colors, too. Actually, she liked anything that

was bright and happy. She was a bright and happy girl, never depressed. You’ll be like that someday, too, Sasha, I just know you will. I can see that it’s not in your nature to be unhappy. You did such a good job of helping your mother, and I’m sure you weren’t crying and complaining all the time. You’ve got that same energy in you. We’ll go shopping to get you more, of course. For the time being, you’ll have plenty, however. You’re just about the same age Alena was and about her size. That’s how I figured out what to buy you, you know. I bet you were wondering how I knew.”

“No,” I said. “I thought you could just look at me and see.”

“That’s right, I could. Well, there’s a ton more to do, a ton. I’m going right over to Donald’s offices to tell him about your decision. I’ll try to stop by later, but don’t worry if I don’t. You can be sure that you’re all that’s on my mind.”

She moved toward me as if she were going to give me a kiss, but the look on my face slowed her down, and she paused and then smiled quickly, grabbed her purse, and left. For a moment, it was as if all the air had gone out of the room with her. I felt the blood rush to my face. Of course, I knew Mama was gone, but it still felt as if I were deserting her, leaving her to be alone on the street. My father had deserted her and now me. I couldn’t help it. I started to cry softly.

“What happened?” Jackie demanded as she stepped into the room. “Did she say she changed her mind, or her husband said no, or what?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m going,” I said.

“So why are you crying?”

“I’m not going home,” I said.

She froze and then nodded and moved to hug me.

“That’s where my mother said she was taking us when we left the beach that night—home.”

“You’ll find a place to call home someday, Sasha. You’ll make your own home when you’re old enough. You’ll marry someone wonderful and have your own children. You’ll see.”

I thanked her. Her words did give me hope. She was there the day I was discharged, and she followed Jordan March and me to the waiting limousine. I didn’t know I’d be leaving in a limousine. I had never ridden in one. At first, I thought she had rented it, but I quickly learned that it belonged to the Marches. The driver was very tall, easily six foot four or five. He was slim but with such perfect military posture Mama would have called him a flagpole. He had a thick, well-trimmed black mustache, a nose that looked as if it had been pinched by the doctor who had delivered him, and coal-black eyes. Mrs. March called him Grover, which I would learn was his first name. His full name was Grover Morrison. He had been the Marches’ limousine driver for nearly four years. I didn’t know it yet, but the Marches owned five other vehicles, and Kiera had an additional one, the one she had been driving the night of the accident.

“You take care,” Jackie told me after I had been transferred from the wheelchair into the limousine. She stood in the open doorway.

“I will,” I said. “Thank you, Jackie.”

She nodded and backed away as Grover closed the door. He opened the door on the other side for Mrs. March.

“Well, now,” Mrs. March said. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“I could put a pillow under your leg.”

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