She could still see him, her father, with his head bent over the line of
white powder. "That doesn't make it right."
"No." He leaned his head on hers. "I guess not."
The tears came now, hot and fast. "I didn't want to see him like that.
I didn't want to know. I still love him."
"I know. He loves you, too. We all do."
"If I hadn't gone out, if I hadn't wanted to be alone, none of this
would have happened."
"You wouldn't have seen it, but it would still have been there." He
kissed her hair. "Now you just have to accept that he's not perfect."
"It's not going to be the same, is it, Johnno?" On a sigh, she leaned
against him. "It's not going to be quite the same ever again."
New York, 1982
WHAT DO YOU THINK he's going to say?" Marianne hauled her suitcase out
of the cab while Emma paid off the driver.
"I imagine he'll say hello."
"Come on, Emma."
Emma pushed back her hair as the late evening wind tugged at it. "He'll
ask what the hell we're doing here, and I'll tell him."
"Then he'll call your father and we'll be dragged off to the gallows."
"They don't hang in this state anymore." Emma picked up her own
suitcase, then drew a deep breath. New York City. It was good to be
back. This time, she intended to stay.
"Gas chamber, firing squad, it's all the same. Your father's going to
kill us both."
Emma paused with her hand on the knob of the lobby door. "Want to back
out?"
"Not on your life." Marianne grinned, then scooped a hand through her
cap of red hair. "Let's do it."
Emma strolled in, pausing on her way across the lobby to smile at the
security guard. "Hello, Carl."
"Miss-why, Miss McAvoy." He set down his late-evening pastrami sandwich
and beamed at her. "It's been over a year now, hasn't it?
You're all grown-up."
"A college woman." She laughed. "This is my friend Miss Carter."
"Nice meeting you, Miss Carter." Carl brushed crumbs from the sleeve of
his uniform. "Does Mr. Donovan know you're coming?"
"Of course." She lied sweetly, with a smile. "Didn't he tell you?
Well, that's Johnno. We'll only be staying for a couple of days." She
moved to the elevators as she spoke. It would be best if he didn't buzz
upstairs and let the cat out of the bag. "I'm going to school here
now."
"I thought you were going to some fancy university in London."
"I transferred." She winked at him. "You know my heart's in New York."
As the doors closed in front of them, Marianne rolled her eyes. "Very
smooth, McAvoy, very smooth."
"Most of it was true." She laughed, then let out a nervous breath. "I've
been eighteen for two months. It's time I tried my independence."
"I've been eighteen for seven months and my father still pitched a fit
when I transferred to NYCC. Well, it's done. Tomorrow we're going to