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and watched him disappear as fast as he could down the driveway, as Marie-Ange walked slowly toward her great-aunt’s wheelchair, hating her for the first time since she had come here. Until then, she had only feared her.
    “Tell your friends not to come visiting you here, Marie,” she said sternly. “We don’t have time for little hoodlums hanging around, and you have chores to do,” she said, laying the shotgun across her lap and looking straight at Marie-Ange. “You’re not going to be hanging around with friends here. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Marie-Ange said quietly, and walked back toward the barn to do her chores. But the attack on them, and the fear she’d caused, had only cemented the bond between Marie-Ange and Billy. He called her that night, and her great-aunt handed her the phone with a grunt of disapproval. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t object openly to phone calls.
    “Are you okay?” It was Billy. He had worried about her all the way home, the old lady was crazy, and he felt sorry for Marie-Ange. His own family was large and open and friendly, and he could have friends over after chores, anytime he wanted.
    “I’m fine,” she said shyly.
    “Did she do anything to you after I left?”
    “No, but she said I cannot have friends here,” she explained in a whisper after her aunt left the kitchen. “I’ll see you at school on Monday. I can teach you French at lunchtime.”
    “Just make sure she doesn’t shoot you,” he said with the solemnity of a twelve-year-old. “I’ll see ya … ‘Bye, Marie-Ange.”
    “Good-bye,” she said formally as she hung up, wishing she had thanked him for the call, but grateful for the contact from the outside world. In the barren existence she led, his friendship was all she had now.

Leap of Faith

Chapter 4
    The friendship between Billy and Marie-Ange grew over the years into a solid bond that they both relied on. Through their childhood years, they became like brother and sister. And by the time he was fourteen, and she thirteen, their friends began to tease them about it, and asked if they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Marie-Ange always insisted they weren’t. She clung to him like a rock in a storm, and he called her faithfully every night at her Aunt Carole’s. Marie-Ange’s life with her remained as bleak and as gray as it had been from the first moment she saw her. But seeing Billy in school every day, and riding home on the bus with him, was enough to keep her going. And she visited his family as often as she could. Being with them was like taking refuge in a warm safe place. She visited them on holidays, after fulfilling her obligations to Aunt Carole. For Marie-Ange, Billy’s family was her haven. They were all she had now. She didn’t even have Sophie anymore. She had written to Sophie for two years, and was still puzzled by the fact that she had never had a single answer from her. She was afraid that something terrible must have happened to her. Otherwise, Sophie would have written.
    In some ways, Billy had replaced Robert for her, if not her parents. And as she had promised to, she had taught him to speak French during lunch and recess. By the time he was fourteen, he was almost fluent, and they conversed with each other in French frequently in the schoolyard. Billy called it their secret language. And her English had improved to the point that she scarcely had an accent. But given her fraternal feelings for him, it was all the more surprising to her when he told her he loved her, one afternoon as they were walking to the school bus. He said it under his breath, with his eyes cast down, and she stopped to stare at him with a stupefied expression.
    “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” she said in answer to what he had told her. “How can you say that?” He looked startled by her response – it wasn’t what he had hoped for or expected.
    “Because I do love you.” He was saying it to her in French, so