"The garage isn't big enough," Janet protested.

"Back it in," Ted replied. "I'll guide you." The rain was pouring down in sheets now.

"But you'll get soaked-" Janet began, but Ted was already pulling the double doors of the carriage house open. She got into the Toyota, and a moment later Ted was calling out instructions to her.

Janet edged the trailer back, twisting the wheel first one way, then another, trying to maneuver the trailer through the doors into the shelter of the carriage house. Twice she had to pull all the way forward and start over again.

Meanwhile the rain came down harder, until she could hardly see Ted, even with the windshield wipers going full blast.

On the third try, she managed to ease the trailer-and the back half of the Toyota-into the carriage house, and cringed when she felt the right rear fender scrape against the doorframe. Getting out, she dashed into the shelter of the structure, where she found Ted adding another sheet of plastic to the trailer, and tying both sheets down with a length of clothesline. "I wondered why I bought this," he said as he secured the last corner. "Now I know." He looked up through the rafters at the badly leaking roof. "Maybe I ought to get up there and fix that right now."

"Are you crazy?" Janet demanded. "You'd slip off and break your neck!"

"But-"

"No 'buts,' " Janet said. "Let's get in the house before it gets any worse."

Together, they sprinted across the yard to the back door, ducking into the kitchen just as another bolt of lightning ripped at the clouds, followed by a crash of thunder that sent Molly into a fit of terrified screaming. This time it was Ted who plucked her out of the playpen.

"It's okay," he crooned. "Just a little thunder. Can't hurt Daddy's little sweetheart."

As she watched him soothe their youngest child, Janet tried to decide whether this was just another performance designed to keep her here.

But if this were an act, it would take a far better actor than Ted had ever been.

Soaking wet, he was gently soothing Molly's fears away, and when the little girl was finally quiet again, he actually smiled at Janet. "I think it went pretty well out there, all things considered," he said.

Janet looked straight at him. "You do know I hit the doorpost with the right rear fender, don't you?" she asked.

Ted shrugged. "With that car, who's going to notice? I'm amazed you were able to do it at all, the way that rain's coming down." After a moment's silence he said, "I know you have to go." His voice was very quiet. "I'll get the trailer unhitched." He hesitated again, and she could almost feel him searching for the right words. But it was as if he knew it was too late, that there weren't any right words anymore. Once again his eyes-as blue and clear and deep as on the day she'd met him-found hers. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm sorry for all of it." He started toward the back door, and she knew-knew deep in her soul-that he was telling her the truth.

Something inside him had, indeed, finally changed.

"Ted?"

He paused, then turned to look at her.

"Maybe one more day," she heard herself say. "Maybe the kids and I can stay one more day, and see what happens."

The jangling of the bell signaling the end of the school day startled Kim so badly she almost jumped out of the cramped school desk at which she'd been trying to unsnarl a seemingly unsolvable quadratic equation. With each period of the day, she'd felt more and more as if some terrible mistake had been made and she'd been put in the wrong classes. But all the rest of the kids were her age, and none of them appeared to be as unprepared as she felt. Was it possible that the public school she and Jared had gone to was as far behind the Catholic school as it seemed? But it must be, to judge from her classmates, at least as far as math, science, and French were concerned. The rest of it wasn't so bad-she'd always been good at history and English. But the hard classes-or those that had always been difficult for her-were nearly impossible. As she stuffed her books into her backpack and headed for her locker, she wondered if Jared felt as lost. If he did, they were both going to be in trouble. At least in school they'd always had different talents and were able to help each other out.

At her locker, halfway along the narrow main corridor on the second floor of the building, she worked the combination, and had a sinking sensation in her stomach when the handle refused to budge. It wasn't until the third try that she realized what was wrong-she was using the combination from the old school. As her fingers rotated the dial one more time, she sensed someone standing behind her.

Someone who made her feel oddly nervous. She tried to concentrate on working the combination, but after the first number her mind went blank.

How many turns was it? Two? Three?

And what number was she supposed to stop at? Then it came to her: twenty-six!

Or was it eight?

No! Eight was the last number!

She started over again, but could sense that whoever was behind her had moved closer, and now the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up.

What did he want?

He was very close to her now. So close she could hear him breathing, almost feel his breath on the back of her neck.

He was going to touch her!

Her skin crawled. At any moment she would feel his fingers on her. Unable to stand it any longer, she whirled around to confront the person behind her. "What do you-" she began, and abruptly stopped. Jared! It was just Jared! "My God," she breathed, sagging against her locker. "You scared me! How come you didn't say anything?"

His eyes darted in one direction and then the other. Was he looking for someone? Kim scanned the corridor, seeing several faces she recognized, even some she could put names to. But who would Jared be worried about? "Who are you looking for?" she asked.

He frowned. "No one. But I think some of the nuns are looking for me," he said, his voice barely audible.

Kim stared at her brother. First he'd walked out without eating breakfast, not even waiting for her. Then she'd hardly seen him all day. She'd looked for him at lunchtime, but he hadn't been in the cafeteria, and so finally she sat with a girl named Sandy Engstrom and some of her friends. But she'd spent most of the hour keeping an eye out for Jared, and hadn't been able to concentrate on anything they were saying. "Why would they be looking for you?" she asked now. "Did you do something wrong?"

Jared shook his head. "They just don't like me."

Kim rolled her eyes impatiently. "What do you mean, they don't like you? They act like they don't like anyone."

Jared's expression hardened. "I'm telling you, they don't like me! All day, they've been watching me."

"Watching you?" Kim echoed. Why would the nuns be watching him? But then she thought she knew-he was feeling the same thing she was, that everything was going to be harder here. For some reason he was taking it personally. "It doesn't have anything to do with you," she protested. "It's just different here, that's all." She turned back to her locker, her fingers once again working at the combination, and finally the lock snapped open. "I've been feeling like some kind of retard all day, but it doesn't have anything to do with the sisters. It's just-"

But Jared wasn't listening to her anymore.

In fact, he wasn't even behind her. As she closed her locker, she saw him disappearing down the stairs at the end of the hall. She stared after him.

What was going on? Why was he acting so strange today?

But it wasn't just that he was acting strange. It was something else-something more.

It was the Twin Thing. She remembered noticing it this morning, when she felt the odd sensation of being alone, as if the mental connection she and Jared had always shared had suddenly been severed. At first she'd attributed it to Jared's moodiness, and was certain that by the time she got to school, their link would be mended. But it hadn't been, and all day she'd felt an unfamiliar loneliness, which she'd never experienced before.