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Lesley Kagen returns with the sequel to her national bestselling debut, Whistling in the Dark. Whistling in the Dark captivated readers with the story of ten-year-old Sally OMalley and her sister, Troo, during Milwaukees summer of 1959. The novel became a New York Times bestseller and was named a Midwest Honor Award winner. In Good Graces, its one year later, and a heat wave has everyone in the close-knit Milwaukee neighborhood on edge. None more so than Sally OMalley, who remains deeply traumatized by the sudden death of her daddy and her near escape from a murderer and molester the previous summer. Although outwardly she and her sister, Troo, are more secure, Sallys confidence in her own judgment and much of her faith have been whittled away. When a series of disquieting events unfold in the neighborhood-a string of home burglaries, the escape from reform school of a nemesis, and the mysterious disappearance of an orphan, crimes that may involve the increasingly rebellious Troo-Sally is called upon to rise above her inner demons. She made a deathbed promise to her daddy to keep Troo safe, a promise she cant break, even if her life depends on it. But when events reach a crisis point, will Sally have the courage and discernment to make the right choices? Or will her false assumptions lead her and those she loves into danger once again? Lesley Kagens gift for imbuing her child narrators with compelling authenticity shines as never before in Good Graces, a novel told with sensitivity, wit, and warmth.

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Lesley Kagen

Good Graces

The second book in the Whistling in the Dark series, 2011

For my children

Prologue

That summer earned itself a place in the record books thats never been beat. The hardware store sold out of fans by mid-June and the Montgomery twins fainted at the Fourth of July parade. By the time August showed up, we couldnt wait to send it packing.

To this day, my sister insists it was nothing more than the unrelenting heat that drove us to do what we did that summer, but thats just Troo yanking my chain the way she always has. Deep down, she knows as well as I do that it wasnt anything as mundane as the weather. It was the hand of the Almighty that shoved us off the straight-and-narrow path.

Whenever the old neighborhood pals get together, if its a particularly sticky evening, the way they all were back then, memories get tickled up. Sitting out on one of our back porches in the dwindling light, somebody will inevitably bring up the mysterious disappearance of one of our own that long-ago summer. Do you think he was murdered? What about kidnapping? He could have just taken off. Trying to figure out what happened to him has become as much fun for our friends as remembering our games of red light, green light and penny candy from the Five and Dime.

But for the OMalley sisters, the fate of that certain someone is no more mysterious than the way he broke my front tooth that sultry August night. The two of us know exactly where that devil in the details has been for the past fifty years. Hes where we buried him the sweltering summer Troo was ten and I was eleven.

The summer of 60.

Chapter One

Somebody at his funeral called Donny OMalley lush. I couldnt agree more. Daddy was just-picked corn on the cob and a game-saving double play all rolled into one, thats how lush he was.

Someone else at the cemetery said that time heals all wounds. I dont know about that.

Daddy crashed on his way home from a baseball game at Milwaukee County Stadium three years ago. The steering wheel went into his chest. I wasnt in the car that afternoon. I hadnt weeded my garden so he told me I had to stay back on the farm and I told him I hated him and wished for a different daddy. I didnt mean it. Id just been so looking forward to singing The Land of the Free and the Home of the Braves. Eating salty peanuts and the seventhinning stretch.

When he was in the hospital, Daddy shooed everyone else out of the room and had me lie down with him. No matter what, you must take care of Troo, he told me. Keep her safe. You need to promise me that. He had tubes coming out of him and there was a ping pinging noise that reminded me of the 20, 000 Leagues Under the Sea movie. Tell your sister the crash wasnt her fault. And tell your mother that I forgive her. Ill be watching, Sally. Remember things can happen when you least expect them you you always gotta be prepared. Pay attention to the details. The devil is in the details.

I never forget what he told me or what I promised him, but Daddy is especially on my mind this morning. When its baseball season, I always remember him better. The other reason Im thinking about him is because Troo and me just got home from getting our brand-new start-of-the-summer sneakers at Shusters Shoes on North Avenue. Thats the store where Hall Gustafson used to work. Hes the man Mother got married to real quick after Daddy died. My sister thinks she accepted his proposal because Hall had a tattoo on his arm that said Mother, but I think she did it because Daddy forgot to leave us a nest egg. I watched Mother collapse in our cornfield and beat the dirt with her fists, shouting, Donny! How could you? but I forgave him right off. When youre a farmer, its hard to put something away for a rainy day.

The whole time we were trying on Keds this morning, I kept imagining that slobbering Swede stumbling out from behind the curtain where the shoes are hidden, but that was dumb. Our stepfather doesnt have a job at Shusters or anyplace else anymore because he got into a fight at Jerbaks Beer n Bowl with the owner, who was famous around here for bowling a 300 game but also for being quick with his fists. Halls in the Big House now. For murdering Mr. Jerbak with a bottle of Old Milwaukee. Sometimes in bed at night when I cant sleep, which is mostly all the time, I think about how good that all worked out and just for a little while it makes me feel like God might know what Hes doing. At least part of the time. He did a bad job letting Daddy die, but I admire how the Almighty got rid of Mr. Jerbak and Hall in one fell swoop. That really was killing two dirty birds with one stone.

Troo wasnt thinking about Hall when we were up at the store. Not how he dragged her out of bed and knocked her head against the wall or any of the other rotten stuff he did like sneaking behind Mothers back with a floozy. My sister was having the best time this morning. Shes nuts about Shusters because its so modern. Theyve got a Foot-O-Scope machine thats like an X-ray. Troo adores pressing her eyes to the black viewer to see inside her feet, but when I look down at my bones, they remind me of Daddy lying beneath the cemetery dirt.

Ya know what I been thinkin, Sal? my sister asks.

Were sitting on the back steps of the house. Im raring to go, but shes working hard to loop her new shoelaces into bunny ears. Troo was in the crash with Daddy. She played peek-a-boo with him on the way home from the baseball game. Holding her hands over his eyes for longer than she shoulda is what caused the car to go skidding out of control and smash into the old oak tree on Holly Road. She got her arm fractured. It aches before its going to rain and also made her not very good at tying.

What? I ask her.

It would be a fantastic idea for us to get away from the neighborhood for a while. We should go away to camp this summer, she says, batting her morning-sky blue eyes at me.

My eyes are green and I dont have hair the color of maple leaves in the fall the way Troo does. I have thick blond hair that my mother brushes too hard and puts into a fat braid that goes down my back and deep dimples that Ive been told more than a few times are very darling. Ive always had long legs, but this past year they grew three and a half inches. My sister thinks I look like a yellow flamingo.

We need to expand our horizons, Troo says.

Even though we dont look very much alike, we are what people call Irish twins. Troo will turn eleven two months before I turn twelve. I always know what she is really thinking and feeling. We have mental telepathy. So thats how come I know my sister isnt telling me the truth about why she wants to go to camp. Its not the neighborhood she wants to get away from. She likes living in the brick house with the fat-leafed ivy growing up the sides and bright red geraniums in the window boxes and lilacs falling over the picket fence like a purple waterfall. Its the owner of the house Troos got problems with. She wants to get away from Dave Rasmussen, who we moved in with at the end of last summer. He is my real father because when Daddy was in the war Mother accidentally had some of the sex with Dave.

For the longest time, I didnt know that Dave was my flesh and blood. When I found out, I didnt think I would get over it, but I mostly have, in my mind anyway. In my heart, Daddy is still my daddy and Dave is Dave. Maybe someday that will change for me, but it never will for my sister. Daddy will always be her one and only. He looked at her like she was a slice of banana cream pie. I was his second-favorite, plain old dependable cherry, and that was fine with me. When you got a sister like Troo, you gotta expect these things.

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