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voice. “And this is my friend, Nerezza.”
    Nerezza was very different from Orsay. She had green eyes and olive skin and hair that was black and lustrous, gathered in a sort of loose wave on one side. Mary did not recall having seen her before. But Mary was trapped in the day care most of the day; she didn’t socialize much.
    Francis grinned a little nervously, it seemed to Mary.
    “Happy rebirth day,” Nerezza said.
    “Yes. Thank you,” Francis said. He squared his shoulders, nodded to Nerezza, and to Orsay said, “I have some more people to see, and not much time. Prophetess, thank you for showing me the way.” And with that, he turned away quickly and left.
    Orsay seemed almost sickened. As though she wanted to spit something out. She nodded tersely to Francis’s back and gritted her teeth.
    Nerezza’s face was unreadable. Deliberately, Mary thought, as though she was concealing an emotion she felt strongly.
    “Hi…Orsay.” Mary wasn’t quite sure what to call her now. She’d heard kids talking about Orsay being some kind of prophet and she had dismissed it. People said all kinds of crazy things. But clearly she’d had some profound effect on Francis.
    Orsay didn’t seem to know what to say next. She looked at Nerezza, who quickly filled the void. “The Prophetesswishes to help you, Mary.”
    “Help me?” Mary laughed. “I actually have enough volunteers for once.”
    “Not that.” Nerezza waved that off, impatient. “The Prophetess would like to adopt a recently arrived child.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Her name is Jill,” Orsay said. “I had a dream about…” And then she trailed off, as though she wasn’t quite sure what the dream was. She frowned.
    “Jill?” Mary repeated. “The little girl who was terrorized by Zil? She’s only been here a few hours. How did you even know she was here?”
    Nerezza said, “She was forced out of her home because she was a freak. Now her brother is too scared and weak to care for her. But she’s too old for the day care, Mary. You know that.”
    “Yes,” Mary said. “She’s definitely too old.”
    “The Prophetess would care for her. It’s something she wants to do.”
    Mary looked at Orsay for confirmation. And after a few seconds, Orsay realized it was her turn to speak and said, “Yes, I would like to do that.”
    Mary didn’t feel quite right about it. She didn’t know what was going on with Orsay, but Nerezza was clearly a strange girl, brooding and even, it seemed to Mary, a little tough.
    But the day care didn’t take older kids. It couldn’t. And this was hardly the first time Mary had temporarily sheltered an older kid who then found another place to get her meals.
    Francis seemed to have been vouching for Orsay and Nerezza. He must be the one who had told Orsay about Jill while Mary was sleeping.
    Mary frowned, wondering why Francis had been in such a hurry to leave. Rebirth day? What was that supposed to mean?
    “Okay,” Mary said. “If Jill agrees, she can live with you.”
    Orsay smiled. And Nerezza’s eyes glittered with satisfaction.

    Justin had wet his bed sometime in the night. Like a baby. He was five years old, not a baby.
    But there was no denying he had done it.
    He told Mother Mary and she told him it was no big deal, it happened. But it didn’t used to happen to Justin. Not when he had a real mommy. It had been a long time since he had peed the bed.
    He cried when he told Mother Mary. He didn’t like telling her because Mother Mary seemed like she might be getting sick or something. She wasn’t as nice as she used to be. He usually told Francis if he had to. Some nights he didn’t pee because he didn’t drink any water for practically all day. But last night he’d forgotten about not drinking water. So he had, but just a little.
    He was five now, older than just about all the kids at the day care. But he was still wetting his bed.
    Two big girls had come and taken the singing girl away. Justin had no one to