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trembling. “Alan, what’s going on?”
    She could hear Alan properly now, his low, sweet voice more remarkable over the phone than it was in person, when it was hard to notice much about it other than that it made youwant to do whatever he asked and believe whatever he said. There was a warm undercurrent to it, as if Alan was happy to be talking to her.
    Of course, that was the way he talked to everyone.
    â€œNothing’s going on. Is something wrong?”
    Mae swallowed and tried to sound calm and assured, as if she wasn’t running to him begging for help. Again.
    â€œJamie’s mixed up with a magician.”
    There was a pause.
    Then Alan said, “We’re on our way.”
    It was long past midnight by the time Jamie got back. Annabel was still at the office, because she liked being there more than being at home, and Mae had been sitting for hours in the music room with her head in her hands.
    She’d thought this was over.
    As soon as Jamie looked at her he came rushing to her, sinking to his knees between hers and taking her hands in his.
    â€œI thought you were going out tonight. Did something happen at school? Are the teachers not understanding your unique and rebellious spirit? Did you kick some guy in the biology textbook again?”
    Mae smiled at him with an effort. “Things are fine at school. Though now you mention it, no teacher does understand my unique and rebellious spirit at all. Where have you been?”
    â€œOut,” Jamie said. Mae saw the unease plain on his face. She supposed she should be thankful her brother wasn’t an accomplished liar, wasn’t like Alan, but seeing him dodge her question made Mae feel sick. “C’mon, get up.”
    Jamie sprang to his feet and turned on their sound system. He ran through their CDs and put on a waltz. Shelaughed and shook her head at him, and he beckoned to her.
    â€œCome here.”
    â€œNope,” said Mae. When Jamie grabbed her hands and tugged her gently to her feet, she laughed again and let him.
    He stepped back and spun her so the lights of the chandelier and the white walls formed a dazzling blur before her eyes, as if the walls had turned to light and were turning with her. These days Mae kept imagining magic.
    For a moment it was as it had always been between them, him and her against the world. This big stupid house felt just like the house they’d had before Annabel and Roger split up: oriel windows, parquet floors, and Jamie and Mae being loud and silly enough to drown out the echoing expensive silence.
    â€œSo where did you learn to dance?” Jamie asked, starting the game.
    â€œI learned to dance in a cowboy bar in the Old West,” Mae told him. “The boys could shoot the neck off a bottle at a hundred paces, but my moves were too dangerous for them. Eventually the sheriff ran me out of town.”
    Jamie dipped her so her hair touched the floor. This smooth move was slightly spoiled when he almost overbalanced and dumped her on her ass. He staggered and she grabbed hold of his shirt, using it as leverage until she was standing on her own two feet again.
    Mae caught her breath and waggled her eyebrows. “Where did you learn to dance, sailor?”
    â€œOh, I learned to dance wearing a lace frock at Madame Mimsy’s exclusive seminary for young ladies. They thought I was a good girl,” Jamie said cheerfully. “Wrong on both counts.”
    He had a hand under her elbow, careful, as if he was afraid she was going to fall again. After a few moments of silentdancing, he said, “Is anything wrong? I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”
    Mae took a deep breath and heard the door creak open.
    She and Jamie separated and turned to face their mother.
    Annabel Crawford was as small as Mae and Jamie, and thin because she never ate anything but salads; her hair was lemon blond and her eyes very pale green, not like emeralds but