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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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“Get down on the ground,” the cop on the PA boomed. “Hands behind your head.” It was a little more difficult than it sounded, getting facedown on the ground with one’s hands in the air. Sarah managed, but she was pretty sure there were going to be colorful bruises on her elbows, and it was extremely uncomfortable given the recent burn marks on her stomach. Several cops had swiveled. Their weapons were now trained on the opening door.

“Please, I beg you, put your weapons away.” The police didn’t move from their ready stance. “Lilly!” Sarah called. “Shut the door. Stay inside!” She didn’t hear the door shut, but she was praying that Lilly hadn’t come outside.

“Mommy?” Lilly’s voice piped up. Sarah’s heart stopped. Oh God. Lilly is on the front stoop. And on the heels of that horror came an odd sort of joy. She called me Mommy. We didn’t have a chance to tell her. How does she know? But then Lilly padded over to Auntie Jane. “Mommy, why are you lying on the ground? Is this a game?” And then Lilly carefully lay down on the circular driveway between Auntie Jane—whose face was looking a little gray—and Sarah, and with an angelic smile, Lilly put her chubby little child arms behind her head, too.

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“I still can’t believe they didn’t arrest me,” Sarah’s aunt Jane said for the millionth time that week.

“If they had, Auntie Jane”—Lilly had picked up on the change of names and status with remarkable ease—“we would have come to visit you, and I’d have let you have my favorite blanket to comfort you so you wouldn’t be scared.”

Jane chuckled and covered Lilly’s little hand with hers. “You’re such a little character. Thank you, Lilly. Luckily, there was no need for such heroics.”