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polish—it was emerald green—was uncapped. And that it ended up on top of the clothes Gina hadn’t unpacked yet.
    Gina let out a terrific shriek, threw back the comforter, and dove to the floor, trying to salvagewhat she could. I, meanwhile, threw Jesse a very dirty look.
    But all he said was, “Don’t look at me like that, Susannah. You heard what she said about him.” He sounded wounded. “She called him ugly.”
    I growled, “ I say he’s ugly all the time, and you don’t ever do that to me. ”
    He lifted the eyebrow with the scar in it, and then said, “Well, it’s different when you say it.”
    And then, as if he couldn’t stand it a minute longer, Jesse abruptly disappeared, leaving a very disgruntled-looking Spike—and a confused Gina—behind.
    â€œI don’t understand this,” Gina said as she held up a one-piece leopard print bathing suit that was now hopelessly stained. “I don’t understand how that happened. First the beer, in that store today, and now this. I tell you, California is weird. ”
    Reflecting on all this in Father Dominic’s office the next morning, I supposed I could see how Gina must have felt. I mean, it probably seemed to her like things had gone flying around an awful lot lately. The common denominator, which Gina still hadn’t noticed, was that they only went flying around when I was present.
    I had a feeling that, if she stuck it out for the whole week, she’d catch on. And fast.
    Father Dominic was engrossed in the GameBoy I’d given him. I put down the obituary page and said, “Father Dom.”
    His fingers flew frantically over the buttons that manipulated the game pieces. “One minute, please, Susannah,” he said.
    â€œUh, Father Dom?” I waved the paper in his general direction. “This is them. The kids I saw yesterday.”
    â€œUm-hmmm,” Father Dominic said. The GameBoy beeped.
    â€œSo, I guess we should keep an eye out for them. Jesse told me—” Father Dominic knew about Jesse, although their relationship was not, shall we say, the closest: Father D. had a real big problem with the fact that there was, basically, a boy living in my bedroom. He’d had a private chat with Jesse, but although he had come away from it somewhat reassured—doubtless about the fact that Jesse obviously hadn’t the slightest interest in me, amorously speaking—he still grew noticeably uncomfortable whenever Jesse’s name came up, so I tried to mention it only when I absolutely had to. Now, I figured, was one of those times.
    â€œJesse told me he felt a great, um, stirring out there.” I put down the paper and pointed up, forwant of a better direction. “An angry one. Apparently, we have some unhappy campers somewhere. He said they’re looking for someone. At first I figured he couldn’t mean these guys”—I tapped the paper—“because all they seemed to be looking for was beer. But it’s possible they have another agenda.” A more murderous one, I thought, but didn’t say it out loud.
    But Father Dom, as he often did, seemed to read my thoughts.
    â€œGood heavens, Susannah,” he said, looking up from the GameBoy screen. “You can’t be thinking that these young people you saw and the stirring Jesse felt have anything to do with one another, can you? Because I must say, I find that highly unlikely. From what I understand, the Angels were just that…true beacons in their community.”
    Jeez. Beacons. I wondered if there was anybody who’d ever refer to me as a beacon after I was dead. I highly doubted it. Not even my mother would go that far.
    I kept my feelings to myself, however. I knew from experience that Father D. wasn’t going to like what I was thinking, let alone believe it. Instead, I said, “Well, just keep your eyes open, will you? Let me know if you see them