Chapter One
Simi Valley, California
Tuesday, 7:30 a.m.
"What? I have a conference with your teacher this
morning?" Jelly looked at her kid sister. "I swear, Martha
Elizabeth, you keep pulling this kind of baloney, one of
these days I'm going to..." She mimicked a choking motion
with her hands and scowled.
Emi stood glaring at her, her usual defiant stance. She
was clearly trying for a mean look, but her sweet face at
fourteen still had some rosy baby fat. The oversize Jonas
Brothers tee shirt hung almost to her knees over faded
jeans. Jelly struggled to keep a straight face.
"Don't call me that! My name is Emi. Go ahead and kill me
if you want to, it must run in the family. Then you can go
up to Folsom and share Daddy's cell."
Jelly heaved a sigh. "Let's leave Daddy out of it for
today, all right?" She turned back to the mirror to finish
her hair. "You must have known about this teacher conference
for days. Why are you telling me now? Are you in some kind
of trouble?"
Hands on her hips, Emi yelled, "No! I just forgot, okay?"
She flashed her big sister a look of disapproval. "You can't
go see Mr. Henry looking like that. You wear way too much
makeup and stuff."
"Look, kiddo." Jelly turned from the mirror and pointed
at her face. "This is the way I look. This is the way I
dress. Live with it. At least I don't go around looking like
I live in a homeless shelter." She dropped her brush on the
counter. "You know that today is the biggest sale of the
year for Big Night Out. I've planned and advertised it for
weeks. How am I supposed to take off for an hour or more in
the middle of the morning? My new girl started yesterday. I
haven't even had time to train her." She closed the door on
the medicine cabinet with a sharp snap. "You make me nuts,
Emi."
"I know the feeling."
Jelly mimicked her posture. "You know the feeling? Tell
me, please, what is it that I've done so wrong in the past
twelve years? I quit school to take care of you when Daddy
went to jail. We were lucky this house was paid off or we'd
have been on the street.
"Aunt Martha helped to keep the Child Welfare people from
putting both of us in foster care. I don't even have a life
to call my own!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jelly. Wait right here
while I get the violin so I can accompany the sad story I've
heard, like, a bazillion times all my life."
"Don't even think of touching Mom's violin. I told you it
was off limits unless you agreed to take lessons."
"And play that dumb boring stuff you listen to?"
"Paganini is dumb and boring? Oh, well, how would you
know? You're probably deaf from that ear splitting crap you
listen to." She sighed again. "You're such a smart ass."
Jelly finished with the hairspray and put on her shoulder
length sparkly red earrings, pleased at how great they went
with her russet hair and purple silk blouse.
"You care more about that dumb store than you do about
me!" The hurt in Emi's eyes was real even though she bit her
lip and did her best hide it.
She reached out and put her arm around Emi's shoulders.
She tried to shrink away, but Jelly wouldn't let go. "You
know that's not true, baby. The store is what keeps a roof
over our heads and food on the table."
Emi picked up her book bag when the doorbell rang. "Are
you coming to see Mr. Henry at eleven or not?"
"Please tell me that's not Marco."
"It's Marco. I'm walking to school with him. Are you
coming at eleven or not?"
Jelly nodded. "Of course I'm coming. Don't ask me how,
but I'll find a way to get there." She walked with Emi to
the front door.
Marco had backed away from the door and stood on the
first step. When the door opened, he glanced briefly at
Jelly and looked down at his battered shoes. He went dark
red in the face and neck. Jelly was sure the kid had never
looked directly at her. She shook her head with dismay at
his grungy appearance, grateful that at least Emi hadn't
pierced her nose or had barbed wire tattooed on her wrists.
God, how his mother's heart must sink every time she looked
at the little hoodlum. His frayed jeans hung so low on his
hips they looked as if they were about to slip off. The only
thing Jelly approved of was the colorful retro
tie–dyed tee shirt he wore.
"Good morning, Marco."
Face even redder, he gave Jelly a nanosecond glance and
mumbled something that might have been an intelligent
response. But how could she tell? Emi slung her huge
backpack over her shoulder, said a quick, "Bye," brushed
past her, and closed the door.
Jelly turned back to the kitchen. The window was open and
she overheard their conversation from the front porch. She
peeked out to see Marco and Emi talking while Emi sat on the
step to re–tie her high top tennis shoes.
"Hey," Marco mumbled. His skinny shoulders were six
inches above Emi's when she stood with her head thrust down
and forward under the weight of her book bag.
"Hey."
"Your sister really looks pretty this morning."
"Pretty? You need your eyes examined, you geek."
"You're the one who needs an eye examination. She's hot.
She's beautiful. I'm in love with her." He gave Emi a big
grin, which she returned with an incredulous and sour
expression.