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wanting me. Thank You for my friends, who show me every day that needing You is a good thing. I want that, too.” Happiness began to warm me, deep inside. “I want to be Your child for good.”
    And you know what?
    It wasn’t such a hard choice to make, after all.
EOverton
Major news flash!
VTalbot
If it’s one more thing about that Brit I’m not interested.
EOverton
OK.
VTalbot
Well?
EOverton
But you said—
VTalbot
E, just spit it out.
EOverton
You know Lainey who helps in the admin office?
VTalbot
Chunky, bad cut, mom on the SFMOMA board?
EOverton
She’s not that chunky.
VTalbot
The point, E.
EOverton
She just filed Mac’s paperwork and you’re not going to believe this.
VTalbot
She was expelled from West Heath. Big deal. So was my mom.
EOverton
Bigger than that. But the right country.
VTalbot
I don’t have time for 20 Questions. I’m going over to Callum’s.
EOverton
I found out her real name.
VTalbot
Don’t tell me. She’s Kathy Hilton’s secret daughter.
EOverton
No. She’s the Earl of Strathcairn’s daughter. Full name Lady Lindsay Margaret Eithne MacPhail.
VTalbot
Lady???
EOverton
Who would call herself a stupid name like Mac when she’s got a title?
VTalbot
Why should you care? You want to be friends now?
EOverton
Not until she apologizes to you.
VTalbot
Glad we got that settled. I’m off.
EOverton
Have fun.
VTalbot
I always do.

Chapter 3
    A FTER PRAYER CIRCLE, we usually walked down the hill to graze in one of the restaurants on Fillmore, or just went to Starbucks for a latte. But tonight I was still in recovery. All I wanted to do was hang out and talk about what I’d decided with my friends. So everyone except Jeremy, who wasn’t allowed in the girls’ dorm, came back to my room with me.
    “Oh, good.” Gillian took in the empty room with a glance, and made herself at home on my bed. “We have the place to ourselves.”
    Nothing wrong with being glad about that, was there? I tried to imagine talking about choosing God with Mac in the room, lying negligently on her bed with a cynical, maybe even mocking, expression in her eyes. Nuh-uh. Impossible.
    “I’m so happy.” Lissa hugged me—for at least the fifth time between Room 216 and here—and flopped at Gillian’s feet. “Now I feel like I can talk with you about anything.”
    I rummaged in the cupboard and found a jumbo bag of Ruffles. “You couldn’t before?”
    “Mostly. But not about everything. Now I feel . . . free.”
    I paused for a second, testing my emotions. “Know what? So do I. Isn’t that weird?”
    “Define
weird
,” Shani said. “Weird was watching your face back there. Are you okay?”
    “Yeah,” I said softly. “More than okay. I feel peaceful. Like I finally did what God wanted and He’s massively happy about it.”
    “But what did you do, exactly?” Shani’s forehead was creased, like she was trying hard to solve a math problem from the senior textbook without having gone over the material first.
    “I realized that needing Him was okay.” How simple was that? How simple, and how amazingly complicated. “I’ve been dealing with this for months. As you guys could probably tell.” How to put it so they’d understand? “And it got to the point where I had to do something. Or nothing. But I had to make up my mind. It almost felt like it had to happen now.”
    “Okay, that’s weird,” Shani said a little flatly. “Is God going to push you in front of a Muni bus, or what?”
    “I saw it in a vision,” I said solemnly. “Tomorrow, while I’m crossing to go to the field house.”
    Her face went slack, and I burst out laughing. “Come on, Shani. You know God doesn’t do stuff like that.”
    Embarrassment mixed with a little defiance in her expression. “How would I know? You guys all seem to be the experts.”
    “Far from it,” Lissa said with a snort. “Just ask Gillian about the first time I met her.”
    “She thought I was going to whip out the incense and smoke her out.” Gillian