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recognized Ali’s old, overstuffed white corduroy bedroom

chair. The DiLaurentises had moved away almost nine

months ago. Apparently they’d left some things behind.

She parked behind a giant Bekins moving van and got out

of the Volvo. ‘Whoa,’ she whispered, trying to keep her

bottom lip from trembling. Under the chair, there were several

piles of grimy books. Emily reached down and looked

at the spines. The Red Badge of Courage. The Prince and

the Pauper. She remembered reading them in Mr. Pierce’s

seventh-grade English class, talking about symbolism,

metaphors, and denouement. There were more books

underneath, including some that just looked like old notebooks.

Boxes sat next to the books; they were marked

ALISON’S CLOTHES and ALISON’S OLD PAPERS. Peeking out of a

crate was a blue and red ribbon. Emily pulled at it a little. It

was a sixth-grade swimming medal she’d left at Alison’s

house one day when they’d made up a game called

Olympian Sex Goddesses.