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father. Her father often read a paper at the dinner table, too. My father would have him face a firing squad for doing something like that.
    When Chastity came to my house for dinner, the contrast was so great it almost brought tears to her eyes. Both of my parents made her feel like part of our family. Papa directed a great deal of conversation her way. However, I wished he wouldn’t, because his conversation was mostly interrogation. Maybe Chastitywasn’t aware of it as much as I was, but he was looking to see if she would be a bad influence on me, even though we had been best friends for two years, and she was the only one at school who knew I had an older sister. I had even told her where Roxy lived and what Roxy did.
    I didn’t do that because I was proud of Roxy. I did it because I wanted company when I eventually went to spy on Roxy, and I knew this would excite Chastity. She and I had been talking about it for weeks, and I had decided that I was finally ready to do it. She understood that it required lots of planning. I just couldn’t go hanging around the hotel for hours and hours. My parents, especially my father, would want to know where I had been and what I had been doing. I needed a solid alibi, and telling my father that I was going to Chastity’s house to study would suffice.
    I was sure I could get away with it, but lying to my father wasn’t something I liked to do or did often. My reason for that wasn’t simply fear of being caught. I couldn’t help feeling that my father would see even the smallest, most insignificant untruth as a serious betrayal and, more important, evidence that I was heading toward becoming another Roxy. With such disappointment, his love for me would suffer a nearly fatal wound.
    If and when that happened, I was sure I would be able to see it in his face immediately. It would certainly be there if he found out my secret plan to spy on Roxy. Why would I want to know anything about such a sister? What did this say about me? Would henow definitely believe that I was more like her than he had hoped or expected? And how would my mother react? Would she blame me for bringing such unhappiness back into our small family? I would no longer be their fille parfaite . Why would I risk all of this just to spy on Roxy? What was the attraction, the fascination? Why didn’t I despise her for doing what she had done to both of them?
    However, no matter what they pretended, deep in my heart, I knew that even they, even my father, wanted to know more about her. No matter what you said or did, you really couldn’t wash your hands completely of your child. Blood was too strong. I was convinced that she lived in Papa’s dreams and even his nightmares. In his heart of hearts, he didn’t want to see bad things happen to her and wished that there was some way to bring her back.
    “Maybe Kelli Fisher will study with us,” I told Papa, hoping to make my alibi more credible. “She’s a good student, too. Her twin brother, Carson, might come along,” I added nonchalantly, just to make it all seem more truthful.
    He nodded but kept his eyes so fixed on me that even if I weren’t lying, I’d inevitably act as if I were. However, he was thinking about something else.
    “You like this boy?”
    “He’s all right,” I said, which was a girl’s code for “Ugh!” Papa didn’t know that, of course.
    “What’s ‘all right’ mean?”
    “No second look,” I said. “And barely a first.”
    Mama laughed, but Papa kept his military-seriousexpression. “I hope your mother has done a good job of explaining the minefields out there when it comes to sex, Emmie.”
    “Oh, Norton,” Mama said.
    “You know, I don’t go for this false modesty when it comes to training your children, Vivian. We just have to look to your sister, Manon, for a good example of what result that can have,” he said sharply. Like his father and his father’s father, he could swing words like a machete.
    Because Papa