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nice as Wiz’s room.” Molly sighed as she opened a door missing half of the wood laminate.
    She was right. Wiz’s walk-in closet was bigger than Molly’s room. The bed, desk, and dresser crammed into it left little room to move around.
    “Please, sit down.” She motioned to her desk chair.
    As I sat I noticed the whole floor noticeably slanted toward the back corner, as if the house was sinking. A bare light bulb and socket hanging from the ceiling by electrical wires illuminated the numerous cracks in the sheetrock that made her wall look like a jigsaw puzzle.
    “Do you like to swim?” I asked, pointing at the signed poster of the U.S.A. Women’s Olympic Gymnastics team and another of a woman diving off a ten-meter platform, both hanging above her bed.
    “I love swimming,” Molly said.
    “Hannah is on the swim team and works as a lifeguard during the summer. She even has a few school records.”
    “Cool. In what events?”
    I had to stop and think. “Um, I know one of them is the fifty freestyle, and another is a relay of some kind.” I knew she had two more, but I couldn’t remember in what events. I felt like an awful brother for not knowing this.
    “I plan on joining the swim team,” Molly said.
    “You and Hannah will be teammates.” I realized as I said it that Hannah needed to be found in order for that to happen. I wondered if Molly was thinking the same thing.
    “I can’t wait,” Molly said. “I need to get back in the water soon. It’s been too long.”
    Molly’s room was remarkably clean, especially when compared to the living room. An old laptop sat on Molly’s small desk, and about twenty porcelain penguins of various sizes decorated the top of her dresser.
    I pointed at them. “I like the penguin collection.”
    “I love penguins. All of those were from my dad. Sometimes he’d bring one home when he was gone on business trips.”
    “Your dad sounds like a pretty cool guy.”
    Molly flopped on her bed. “He was. He died about two years ago, when I was thirteen.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” I looked at the only framed picture on her dresser among the penguins and saw a much younger Molly being hugged by a smiling bearded man. I pointed at it.
    “That’s him,” she said. Molly stood up and grabbed one of the penguins and handed it to me. Someone had hand painted it with great care. The bright yellow, black, and white colors matched what I had seen on the Discovery Channel.
    “My dad brought it back from Sweden, where my grandparents are buried.”
    “It’s beautiful.” I handed it back to her.
    “I’m going to Sweden someday. That’s where my dad was born.”
    “Cool.”
    Molly pulled her sleeping bag from her small closet. “I know it’ll be great. My mom told me she’d take me there someday, but now I think I’ll have to do it on my own.”
    “I’m going to hike the whole Appalachian Trail someday. Maine to Georgia.”
    “That’s awesome.”
    I sat in the desk chair as Molly tried on an oversized raincoat. She held her arms out. “How do I look?”
    “Like you’re ready for a monsoon,” I said.
    “It used to belong to my dad.” She took it off and dug in her dresser.
    A huge man with biceps bigger than my head appeared in the hall. He had to turn sideways just to make it through Molly’s doorway.
    “Ah, I see our little arsonist has made a friend,” the man said.
    The man’s white tank top had yellowed badly. The ace of spades was tattooed on one shoulder, and a broadsword with an engraved snake slithering down the length of the blade was on the other. My eyes were drawn to the large hunting knife hanging from the belt around his worn jeans.
    “Leave us alone, Tony,” Molly said.
    “And who might you be?” Tony asked, looking at me as if my presence had somehow offended him.
    “I’m Dylan Beachley.”
    Molly pointed out her window. “He lives down the road across the highway.”
    “Well, Dylan Beachley from down the road across the