Again Robbie's long face went hard, and he started down the stairs. "That is an excuse. You've been shunned, and you're hurting Mom. This goes deeper than who your friends are. On second thought, maybe that's all there is to it."

"You leave Ivy and Jenks out of this," I snapped, my worry for Ivy coming out as a hot anger. "They have more courage in one day then you will have in your entire life!"

Robbie's attention came up, and he scowled at me, his head just above the floor. "Grow up," he said. "Burn your demon books and get a real job. If you don't start thinking inside the box, you're going to end up in one."

Angry, I shifted the toys to my hip. "You are a piece of work. You know that? You don't know anything. You have no idea what I've done or what I'm capable of. And that comes at a cost. Nothing is free. I'll tell you what. You just take Mom and fly on back to your safe girlfriend, in your safe house, in your safe trendy neighborhood, and live your safe, predictable life and have safe, predictable kids, and die a safe, worthless death after doing absolutely nothing with your safe life. I'm going to stay here and do some good, because that's what people do when they are alive and not just going through the motions. I am not going to find myself on my deathbed, wondering what would have happened if I hadn't played it safe!"

My brother's face darkened. He took a breath to say something, then changed his mind. Sliding the waiting box into his arms, he descended the stairway.

"Thanks a hell of a lot, Robbie," I muttered. "Look at me. I'm shaking. I come over here for lunch, and now I'm shaking."

I headed for the stairway with my last box of dead friends. I could hear Robbie and my mother talking, but not their words. Halfway down the ladder, I stopped. My head even with the floor, I took one last look. The book I wanted wasn't up here. Robbie had it, and damn it, he wasn't going to give it to me. Maybe I could find something online. It wasn't the safest thing to do, but seeing it might trigger my memory enough that I could reconstruct it.

Knees watery, I descended into the green hallway backward off the ladder, almost backing up into my mom.

"Oh crap!" I stammered, knowing by her miserable expression she had heard everything. "I'm sorry, Mom. Don't listen to me. I'm just mad at him. I didn't mean it. You should go to Portland. Be with Takata, ah, Donald."

My mom's misery shifted to teary-eyed surprise at the pop star's real name. "He told you his name?"

I smiled back, though I was really upset. "Yeah. After I punched him."

The thump of the back door closing made me jump. It was Robbie going out to cool off. Whatever. "I'm sorry," I muttered as I edged by her and headed for the kitchen. "I'll apologize. It's no wonder he lives on the other side of the continent."

My mom closed the attic door with a bang. "We need to talk, Rachel," she said over her shoulder as she went in the opposite direction, to my old room.

Sighing, I came to a halt on the green carpet, depressed as she disappeared into my room. My head was starting to hurt, but I shifted the box on my hip and resolutely followed her, ready for the coming lecture. I hadn't meant to get into a fight with Robbie. But he'd ticked me off, and things needed to be said. Things like "Where in hell is my book?"

But when I entered my old room to find my dad's stuff piled up on my bed, I froze.

"This is for you," she said, gesturing to the dusty boxes. "If you want it. Robbie—" She took a slow breath and put a hand to her forehead briefly. "Robbie thinks I should throw it away, but I can't. There's too much of your dad in them."

I set the box of stuffed animals down, feeling guilty. "Thank you. Yes, I'd like it." I swallowed hard, and seeing her distress, I blurted, "Mom, I'm sorry I was shunned. It's not fair! They're being stupid, but maybe I should just drop it all and walk away."

She sat on the bed, not looking at me. "No. You shouldn't. But you do need to find a way to get your shunning removed. For all your rebel tendencies, you're not cut out for living outside society. You like people too much. I heard what you told Robbie. He's scared that he's a coward when he sees you live by your own convictions, so he yells at you to be safer."

I came close and shoved a box over so I could sit beside her. "I shouldn't have said that," I admitted. "And I really think you should go out to…Portland." My mouth felt nasty saying it, and I got depressed. "Maybe…" I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Maybe I should just scrap the whole thing. They might take the shunning off if I walked away from everything."

But I'd have to leave Ivy and Jenks, and I can't do that.

My mom's eyes were bright when she took my hand. "I'm going. And you're staying. But I'm not leaving you here alone."

I stifled a wince as I thought of her matchmaking attempts, and as I took a breath to protest, she handed me a smooth, shiny textbook. "Is this the one you're looking for?" she said softly.

My mouth dropped open, and I stared. Arcane Divination and Cross-Tangential Science, volume nine. That was it! This was the one I needed!

"That's the book Robbie gave you on the solstice when you were eighteen, right?" she was saying. "I made Robbie give it to me, but I didn't know if it was the right one. I think you'll need this, too."

Eyes wide, I took the red-and-white rock with the small dip in it with shaking hands. She wanted me to rescue Pierce? "Why?" I managed, and my mom patted my knee.

"Pierce was good for you," she said instead of explaining. "I watched you find more strength and personal resolve in that one night together than the entire eighteen years before. Or maybe it was always there, and he simply brought it out. I'm proud of you, sweetheart. I want you to do wonderful things. But unless you have someone to share them with, they don't mean a dog's ass. Trust me on this."

I couldn't say anything, and I just stared at the book and the crucible. She thinks Pierce would make a good boyfriend? "Mom, I only want this to prove to Al that he can't just jerk people into the ever-after," I said, and she smiled.

"That's a good start," she said as she stood up, drawing me to a stand in her wake. "Save him, and if it works, then it does. If it doesn't, then no harm done. The important thing is that you try." My mom leaned forward and gave me a hug, smothering me in a heady redwood scent.

I was pretty sure she was talking about trying Pierce on as a boyfriend, not trying to summon him out, and I absently hugged her back.

"You need someone a little dirty, honey, with a heart of gold," she whispered in my ear as she patted my back. "I don't think you're going to find it in this century. We don't make honest men who are that strong in their convictions anymore. Society seems to just…twist them bad."

She let go and stepped back. "Mom," I managed, but she waved me off.

"Go. Go on. You still have the watch, don't you?"

I nodded, not surprised she knew it was part of the spell. It was my dad's watch, but it had been Pierce's before that.

"Do it exactly like before. Exactly. If you added something by accident, do it again. If you stirred it with your finger, do it again. If you got your hair into it, add a strand. It has to be exact."

Again I nodded. There were tears in both our eyes, and she walked me to the hall with her arm over my shoulders. "Don't worry about the rest of this. I'll bring everything over tomorrow in the Buick. Your little car would need three trips."

Blinking, I smiled at my mom and pulled the book and stone tight to me. "Thanks, Mom," I whispered. And with the knowledge that my mom believed in me even if the rest of the world didn't, I headed for the door.