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was too wasted and upset. Well, come over and I’ll tell you the rest.”
    “Sure, okay. I’ve got to get dressed.”
    “Okay, ’bye.” The phone clicked as Janethung up. Kaye turned it off and dropped it on the comforter.
    Kaye looked around her bedroom. Her clothes lay in drifts on the floor, most still in the black garbage bags. All the furniture was the same as it had been when she was four, child-size white furniture, pink walls, and a reproachful, glass-eyed army of dolls arranged in the bookshelves.
    I have to find Gristle and Spike
. She hadn’t ever needed to call them before. They’d always been around when she had needed them. But that was when she had been little, when she had believed in everything, before her legs stuck out over the end of the bed and she had to bend over to see her face in the dresser mirror. Kaye sighed. She guessed that she wasn’t really unicorn-pure anymore. Maybe that kind of thing mattered.
    Kaye stripped out of her clothes and found a worn pair of jeans and a blue G-Force T-shirt. In the bathroom, as she splashed cold water on her face and rubbed off last night’s makeup, she inspected herself. The purple dye she’d combed into her hair was already faded. She stared at her upturned eyes and thin cheeks. For the first time, she wondered where they had really come from. She hadn’t seen Roiben well in the moonlight, but his upturned eyes could have gotten him mistaken for Asian if he hadn’t had such an angular nose.
    She sighed again and pulled her hair up into ragged pigtails. Hey, if she looked ten again, maybe kid-loving faeries would come and talk to her.
    Her leopard coat was too soggy to wear. Kaye pulled on Lloyd’s leather jacket and checked the pockets. A couple of crumpled receipts, a faux-tortoiseshell guitar pick, loose change. Kaye pulled her hand out as though she’d been stung.
    There, sticking out of the pad of her finger, was a slim, brown thorn. It just figured that Lloyd would have something annoying in his pocket. She pulled it out and sucked the tiny red dot on her finger. Then, dropping the thorn on her dresser, she went downstairs.
    Kaye’s mother was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine. A fifth of gin was sitting uncapped on the table, and a cigarette had almost burned itself to ash on a plate beside her.
    “You going to Janet’s?” Ellen asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “You want some coffee before you go, honey? You don’t look so awake.”
    “I’m okay. Grandma’s gonna freak when she sees that plate.” Kaye didn’t even bother to mention the gin.
    Kaye’s mother leaned back in the wooden chair. “Don’t try to mommy your mommy,”Ellen said. It was only then that Kaye heard the slur in her voice.
    “Heard from asshole Lloyd?”
    Ellen shook her head. “Nah. I called a couple of old friends from Sweet Pussy, but they’ve all gone respectable.”
    Kaye laughed. She remembered Liz jumping around the stage in her amazing purple plastic catsuit like a glam-rock Julie Newmar. It was hard to picture what respectable would look like on her. “You going to get together?”
    “Maybe,” Ellen said airily. “Sue and Liz have some little hole-in-the-wall CD store in Red Bank.”
    “That’s great.”
    Ellen sighed. “Whatever. I wonder when was the last time either one of them picked up a fucking instrument.”
    Kaye shook her head. It was kind of stupid to think that her mother would just give up on going back to the city, but she couldn’t help hoping. “Tell Grandma I won’t be home late.”
    “You come home when you want. I’m your mother.”
    “Thanks, Mom,” Kaye said, and walked out the door.
    The wind was blowing gusts of vivid, lipstick-colored leaves across the lawn. Kaye took a deep breath of cold air.
    “Lutie-loo,” she whispered into the wind. “Spike, Gristle … please come back. I need you.”
    I’ll just walk over to Janet’s. I’ll just go over to Janet’s like I said and then I’ll figure out