"I haven't noticed any foot-high letters in blood saying Death to the Second House yet, at least," she says, glum.

She's in danger of spiraling straight back down into that grim place she lived in the night Isaac and Jeannemary died, but she can't help it: as impossible and amazing as these last few days have been, it has hardly been a week for her since they were murdered so viciously.

She still has nightmares about it.