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“Do I call you Annie or Lolita?” Ella wants to know this morning as we enjoy coffee on the pool deck. We lie on bright beach towels spread over the wide, comfortable lounge chairs. The air is warm with a light breeze. Over whispering waves, gulls screech, fighting in the air over a fish one of them has caught. I have been home for three weeks.
“I think Annie, you know?” I say. I have given this some thought, of course. “I decided I’m going to change my name to Annie Lolita Powers. I’m not that girl anymore. But she’s still a part of who I am.”
She nods her understanding. “You know what, Annie?” she says, giving me a smile. “You seem well. Better than you’ve ever been. More solid, centered.”
“Whole,” I say.
“Yes.”
Marlowe Geary is dead. I shot him and watched as the life drained from him. Finally, I rescued Lolita. She is safe. She has a
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