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〃And again； in the Millicent Parker case；〃 Grace said； 〃the girl's desire for revenge was frustrated。 Yes。 I knew there must be another life between Laura and Linda。〃
〃But why this night…before…the…birthday thing that keeps cropping up？〃
〃Laura was looking forward to her sixteenth birthday with great eagerness；〃 Grace…Rachael said。 〃It was going to be the best day of her life； she said。 She had all sorts of plans for it…and for how her life would be changed after she attained that magical age。
I think； somehow； she felt her mother's treatment of her would change once she was 'grown up。' But she died in the fire before her birthday。〃
〃And in life after life； as her sixteenth birthday approaches； the fear of her mother and the hatred of her mother wells up from her subconscious。〃
Grace nodded。 〃From the subconscious of the girl she was in 1865； the girl…the identity…who is buried down at the bottom of Jane's psyche。〃
They rode in silence for a minute or two。
Paul's hands were sweaty on the steering wheel。
His mind spun as he tried to absorb the story she had told； and he had that old feeling of balancing on a tightrope high above a deep； deep； dark chasm。
Then he said； 〃But Carol isn't Jane's mother。〃
〃You've forgotten something；〃 Grace said。
〃What？〃
〃Carol had a child out of wedlock when she was a teenager。 I know she told you all about it。 I'm giving away no secrets。〃
Paul's stomach quivered。 He was cold all the way into the marrow of his bones。 〃My God。 You mean。 。 。 Jane is the child that Carol put up for adoption。〃
〃I have no proof of it；〃 Grace said。 〃But I bet that when the police spread their search nets wide enough； when they finally locate the girl's parents in some other state； we'll learn that she's adopted。 And that Carol is her natural mother。〃
For what seemed like an eternity； they struggled on the floor by the hearth； grunting； twisting； the girl throwing punches； Carol trying to resist without hurting her。 At last； when it became clear that Carol was unquestionably the stronger of the two and would eventually gain control of the situation； the girl shoved away from her； scrambled up； kicked her in the thigh； and ran out of the room； into the kitchen。
Carol was shocked and dazed both by the girl's unexpected violence and by the maniacal power of the blows。 Her face stung； and she knew her cheeks were going to bruise。 Her bitten shoulder was bleeding； a large； damp； red stain was spreading slowly down the from of her blouse。
She got up； swayed unsteadily for a moment。 Then she went after the girl。 〃Honey； wait！〃
In the distance； outside the house； Laura's voice rose in a sharp； shrill scream： 〃I haaaaaate you！〃
Carol reached the kitchen； leaned against the refrigerator。 The girl was gone。 The back door was open。
The sound of the rain was very loud。
She hurried to the door and looked out at the rear lawn； at the small meadow； at the forest that crowded in at the edge of the meadow。 The girl had disappeared。
〃Jane！ Laura！〃
Millicent？ She wondered。 Linda？ What on earth should I call her？
She crossed the porch and went down the steps into the yard； into the pelting； cold rain。 She turned right； then left； not sure where to look first。
Then Jane appeared。 The girl came out of the woodshed at the southwest corner of the cabin。 She was carrying an ax。
***
〃。。。 and Carol is her natural mother。〃
Grace's words echoed and reechoed in Paul's head。
For a moment he was incapable of speech。
He stared ahead； shocked； not really seeing the road； and he nearly ran up the back end of a sluggishly moving Buick。 He jammed on his brakes。 He and Grace were thrown forward； testing their seat belts。 He slowed down until he could regain control of himself。
Finally； the words burst out of him like machine…gun fire： 〃But how in the hell did the kid find out who her real mother was； they don't give out that kind of information to children her age； how did she get here from whatever state she was living in； how did she track us down and make it all happen like this？ Good Christ； she did step in front of Carol's car on purpose。 It was a setup。 The whole damned thing was a setup！〃
〃I don't know how she found her way to Carol；〃 Grace said。 〃Maybe her parents knew who the child's natural mother was； and kept the name around in the family records； in case the girl ever wanted to know it when she grew up。 Perhaps not。 Perhaps anything。 Maybe she was simply drawn to Carol by the same forces that tried to get to me through Aristophanes。 That might explain why she appeared to be in a daze before she stepped in front of the car。 But I don't really know。 Maybe we'll never know。〃
〃Oh； shit；〃 Paul said； and his voice wavered。 〃Oh； no； no。 Goddamn！〃
〃What？〃
〃You know how Carol is on that day；〃 he said shakily。 〃The day her baby was born； the baby she gave up。 She's different from the way she is every other day of the year。 Depressed； withdrawn。 It's always such a bad day for her that the date's engraved on my memory。〃
〃On mine； too；〃 Grace said。
〃It's tomorrow；〃 he said。 〃If Jane is Carol's child； she'll be sixteen tomorrow。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And she'll try to kill Carol today。〃
***
Sheets of dark rain rippled and flapped like wind…whipped canvas tents。
Carol stood on the soggy lawn； unable to move； numbed by fear； frozen by the cold rain。
Twenty feet away； the girl stood with the ax； gripping it in both hands。 Her drenched hair hung straight to her shoulders； and her clothes were pasted to her。
She appeared to be oblivious to the storm and the chilly air。 Her eyes were owlish； as if she were high on amphetamine； and her face was distorted by rage。
〃Laura？〃 Carol said at last。 〃Listen to me。 You will listen to me。 You will drop the ax。〃
〃You stinking； rotten bitch；〃 the girl said through tightly clenched teeth。
Lightning cracked open the sky； and the falling rain glittered for a moment in the stroboscopic flashes that came through from the other side of the heavens。
When the subsequent thunder rolled away and Carol could be heard； she said； 〃Laura； I want you to…'；
〃I hate you！〃 the girl said； She took one step toward Carol。
〃Stop this right now；〃 Carol said； refusing to retreat。 〃You will be calm。 You will relax。〃
The girl took another step。
〃Drop the ax；〃 Carol insisted。 〃Honey； listen to me。 You will listen to me。 You are only in a trance。 You are…〃
〃I'm going to get you this time； Mama。 This time I'm not going to lose。〃
〃I'm not your mother；〃 Carol said。 〃Laura； you are…〃
〃I'm going to cut your goddamn head off this time； you bitch！〃
The voice had changed。
It wasn't Laura's now。
It belonged to Linda Bektermann； the third identity。
〃I'm going to cut your goddamn head off and put it on the kitchen table with Daddy's。〃
With a jolt； Carol recalled last week's nightmare。
There had been a moment in the dream when she had stepped into the kitchen and had encountered two severed heads on the table； a man's and a woman's。 But how could Jane know what had been in that nightmare？
Carol finally took a step backwards； then another。 Although the rain was cold； she began to swea