together when we could be in school. I went to her
 
 house occasionally, and she came to mine to study
 
 and stuff. A few times, my father took us to the
 
 movies and out to eat. We went to some school
 
 ballgames together. I never slept over at her house," I
 
 said. "She has slept over at mine, but she's been with
 
 her mother all her life."
 
 "I didn't mean that literally," Detective Simon
 
 said, closing and opening his eyes. "I meant, and I'm
 
 sure her mother meant, that you were with her more
 
 than any other person, friend."
 
 "Yes. We were les oiseaux d'une plume," I said,
 
 smiling.
 
 "What?"
 
 "I think that means 'birds of a feather' in
 
 French," my father said. "No one denies they were
 
 inseparable, Detective, as girlfriends. That's why you
 
 asked to see her right away, isn't it?"
 
 "Okay," he said. He looked at me again. "Was
 
 her father too strict with her?"
 
 "Her father died about four years ago," I said. "Her stepfather, he means," Lieutenant Cooper
 
 said, and glared at my father.
 
 "She told me he wouldn't let her talk on the
 
 phone for more than two minutes, and he wouldn't put
 
 a phone in her room."
 
 "Oh, how cruel. So she killed him," Detective
 
 Simon muttered.
 
 "Easy," Chief Keiser said. He flashed a smile at
 
 Daddy and then at me.
 
 "Did she talk about that and about other things