Careen followed Jaycee into a cozy room with a slanted ceiling at the end of the second-floor hallway. “If you need to borrow anything just let me know. I’m sorry it’s kind of messy in here…I never have company. Especially famous company.” Jaycee gathered a pile of clothes and stuffed animals from the spare twin bed and set about straightening up. Careen sat on the bed and glanced around. Paper targets riddled with bullet holes were interspersed with posters of kittens and horses on the cheerful yellow walls.
“So is Carraway—I mean, Wes—your brother?”
Jaycee shook her head. “He’s my uncle, but we’re so close in age I guess he’s more like a brother or a cousin. My dad is the oldest, and Wes is the youngest in their family. My dad raised him from when he was little, after their parents died.”
“And what about your mom?”
“Gone. I don’t remember her at all, so I guess I don’t really miss her. Daddy said all this was too intense for her.”
Careen laughed ruefully. “I wish my mom had stayed gone.”
“I don’t blame you.” Then Jaycee’s look turned serious. “But I’m glad you’re here, because it means now I’ll get to be part of the revolution.”
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