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is my room and I don't want her in it."
    "I just came in to show her the picture I drew." With trembling lips, Kayla held it out. It was a clever crayon sketch of a fire-breathing dragon and a young, silver-clad knight with a raised sword. The natural youthful talent in it reminded Laura that she needed to arrange for Kayla to have drawing lessons.
    "It's wonderful, Kayla."
    "She said it was ugly." Never ashamed of tears, Kayla let them fall. "She said it was ugly and stupid and that I had to knock before I came into her room."
    "Ali?"
    "Dragons aren't real, and they're ugly." Ali thrust her chin out, challenging. "And she can't just come into my room if I don't want her."
    "You're entitled to your privacy," Laura said carefully, "but you're not entitled to be mean to your sister. Kayla—Laura crouched down, brushed tears off her daughter's cheeks. "It's a wonderful picture. We can frame it if you like."
    Tears dried up. "We can?"
    "Absolutely, and we can hang it in your room. Unless you'd let me hang it in mine."
    The smile bloomed, brilliantly. "You can have it."
    "I'd like that very much. Why don't you go back to your room and sign it for me, just like a real artist. And Kayla…" Laura rose, kept a hand on Kayla's shoulder. "If Ali wants you to knock on her door, then that's what you'll do."
    Mutiny flared briefly. "Then she has to knock on mine, too."
    "That's fair. Go on now. I want to talk to Ali."
    After sending her sister a smug look, Kayla sailed out.
    "She wouldn't leave when I told her to," Ali began. "She's always running in here whenever she wants."
    "And you're older," Laura said quietly, trying to understand. "There are privileges that go along with that, Ali, but there are also responsibilities. I don't expect the two of you never to fight. Josh and I fought, Margo and Kate and I fought. But you hurt her."
    "I just wanted her to go away. I wanted to be alone. I don't care about her stupid picture of a stupid dragon."
    There's more going on here, Laura thought, studying her daughter's miserable face, than sibling sniping. She sat on the edge of the bed so that her eyes were level with Ali's. "Tell me what's wrong, honey."
    "You always take her side."
    Laura bit back a sigh. "That's not true." Determined, she took Ali's hand, pulled her closer. "And that's not what's bothering you."
    There was a war going on inside this little girl, Laura realized as she watched Ali's eyes swim. With all her heart, Laura wanted to find the right way to make peace.
    "It doesn't matter. It won't make any difference." Tears came closer to the surface. "You won't do anything about it."
    It hurt, but then, this recent distrust from Ali always hurt. "Why don't you tell me, then we'll see. I can't do anything about it if I don't know what it is."
    "They're going to have a father-daughter dinner at school." The words burst out, full of anger and pain. "They're all going to bring their dads."
    "Oh." No peace here, Laura admitted and touched her daughter's cheek. "I'm sorry, Ali. That's hard. Uncle Josh will go with you."
    "It's not the same."
    "No, it's not the same."
    "I want it to be the same," Ali said in a furious whisper. "Why can't you make it be the same?"
    "I can't." There was relief when Ali went unresisting into her arms. And there was grief.
    "Why don't you make him come back? Why don't you do something to make him come back?"
    Now there was guilt to layer on top of grief. "There's nothing I can do."
    "You don't want him to come back." With her eyes bright and hot, Ali jerked back. "You told him to go away, and you don't want him to come back."
    This was a thin and shaky line to travel. "Your father and I are divorced, Ali. That's not going to change. The fact that we can't, and don't want to, live together anymore doesn't have anything to do with you and Kayla."
    "Then why doesn't he ever come?" Tears poured out again, but they were hot now, and angry. "Other kids have parents that don't live together, but their dads come