his rescue, but they were gaping at him with the same
 
 look of horror and disgust. "You can't hate me. I can't
 
 live through all that again, Annie. Please, forgive me.
 
 I didn't mean . . ."
 
 "Didn't mean? Didn't mean what? To get my
 
 grandmother pregnant? So that's why she left Farthy
 
 and her mother. You drove her away, just as you
 
 drove Mommy away and just as you have driven me
 
 away." My words pounded like nails into a coffin, He
 
 turned white and shook his head. "You wanted to
 
 possess me like. . . like that portrait of Mommy on the
 
 wail," I said, nodding. "That's why you lied when you
 
 told me you had called Luke. You never called him, never mailed the letter. You wanted to imprison me
 
 here!"
 
 "I only did what I did because I love you and
 
 need you. Ybu are the true heir of Farthioggale and all
 
 that goes with it. You belong here. I won't let you go,"
 
 he yelled.
 
 "Oh yes you will," Luke said, stepping between
 
 us. My Luke, my gallant prince coming to my rescue,
 
 fighting off the evil wizard of our fantasies. Fate had
 
 made it all true.
 
 Tony stopped his approach as Luke stared him
 
 down.
 
 "Let's get outta here, Luke honey," Aunt Fanny
 
 said, and Luke took hold of my chair again, turning
 
 me toward the door.
 
 "Annie," Tony called, "please . . ."
 
 Aunt Fanny opened the door and Luke pushed
 
 me out.