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under her
skin was how he didn’t place any importance in the things that
meant so much to her. She had watched him with Raven. That dog
would do anything Rafe wanted although not once had she ever seen
them together on the course she’d set up when she was training
Jonquil. He didn’t use any of the traditional commands, just talked
to the dog like they were having a conversation. “Come on, Raven,
stay beside me now,” and Raven’s nose would practically be glued to
his knee. She thought if Rafe told Raven to “wait”, he’d stay where
he was until he starved to death.
    She’d told Rafe once that he could do with
Raven as she’d done with Jonquil, enter him in competition and win
ribbons and trophies.
    “Why would I want to do that, Sis?” he’d
asked. “I only want Raven to do what I tell him for my sake. I
don’t care if anyone else see’s him doin’ it.”
    She usually never said the ef word - freakin’
and flippin’, yes, but not the actual word itself - but that day,
she’d said, “fuck you, Rafe.” She said it again right now, although
he couldn’t hear her - “fuck you, Rafe.”
    * *
    Laney wouldn’t have known how to do anything
if it hadn’t been for Rafe. He was the one who first showed her how
to brush her teeth and made sure she did it every morning and every
night. He told her she needed to put on clean underwear every
single day. He helped her to match her colors so her outfits looked
nice. He brushed her long blonde hair and pulled it back out of her
face and fastened it with barrettes. He was the one who taught her
how to ride her bike and to do things on the computer and play
tennis and swim. She thought lots of times about how awful and
lonely her life would have been without him.
    *
    Because just about every bit of love or
affectionate touching or concern about her that she’d ever
experienced had stemmed from Rafe, Laney found it not a bit
surprising that he had introduced her to this new wonderful thing
as well. It was like Christmas every night. She couldn’t wait until
they’d both had their showers and she could come over to his bed.
Like he had promised, they’d done other things after the first
time. When he had put his mouth down there, as she had done to him,
she felt like it sent her shooting up to the moon and then like she
was floating back down on the softest cloud in the sky. Sometimes
he teased her by going so slow, she thought she couldn’t stand
waiting any longer.
    “Please, Rafe,” she would beg, “please.”
    “Say pretty please, I love you, Rafe.”
    “Pretty please! I love you, Rafe!”
    And then he would make it happen and she
would just explode with happiness.
    *
    He told her he was going to fuck her on her
9th birthday.
    “Why not now, Rafe? I want you to do it
now.”
    “No, it’s going to be a treat for both of us
for your 9th birthday. Then I’ll put myself inside you. It will
give you something to look forward to because it will be so
good.”
    *
    Her 9th birthday was not for another year. By
doing it the way he did it, he made it seem like the Holy
Grail.
    * *
    Of course, daily life went on for both of
them. She still loved school and she was good at it as all the
Vincennes kids were. She was on the honor roll every time. None of
them were as smart as Rafe though. He was put in the Gifted and
Talented class in third grade and then jumped a grade and then
another, until he was in 7th grade when he was only 10. Some of the
teachers talked about how his i.q. was off the charts and maybe he
was a genius. He was better at playing the guitar than Gabe and
better at drawing than Denis. He was better at baseball and
football than Morgan and better at shooting than Wyatt. He was
better at tennis than Jocelyn and better at riding than Annecy. It
still rankled a little about what Miss Dee had said about him
though and he tried to work at being more personable. He’d been
called arrogant more than once and he tried to figure out why
people would