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Then she did a quick scan of the text and gasped when she spotted "Lilitongue of Gefreda." This was it!
But hadn't the Lilitongue text-she knew it by heart now-said that once acquired, the Stain may not be shed once acquired, the Stain may not be shed-not by cleansing, not even by flaying the Stained skin. Nor may it be given to another.
Then how...?
Never mind the contradiction. Learn what it says.
She found a list of ingredients-things like sodium bicarbonate and tartaric acid and juice of the seeds of the vanilla planifolia orchid, among others. Where on earth was she going to find-?
Wait. She had some of them right here in the kitchen.
She hopped up and darted to the cabinet with her baking ingredients. She spun the lazy Susan until she spotted her box of baking soda. The label said "sodium bicarbonate."
Yes! Such a common item... but maybe not so common back when the Compendium Compendium was written. was written.
Another spin and she found her bottle of vanilla extract.
She hurried to the computer and Googled vanilla extract: Vanilla Beans are the long, greenish-yellow seedpods of the tropical orchid plant, Vanilla planifolia. Before the plant flowers, the pods are picked, unripe, and cured until they're dark brown. The process takes up to six months. To obtain Pure Vanilla Extract, cured Vanilla Beans are steeped in alcohol. According to law, Pure Vanilla Extract must be 35 percent alcohol by volume.
Alcohol... the recipe or whatever it was didn't mention alcohol. But if she boiled that off she'd be left with juice of the seeds of the vanilla planifolia orchid-probably pretty hard to come by in the old days.
Going back and forth between the Compendium Compendium and the lazy Susan Gia discovered she had five of the eleven ingredients. But she didn't have a clue as to where to find crushed monkshood petals and dried red fly agaric. From what she learned through the Internet, she figured she could probably find the missing ingredients in some of the more esoteric ethnic herb shops downtown. She knew of one in Chinatown that sold the weirdest things. and the lazy Susan Gia discovered she had five of the eleven ingredients. But she didn't have a clue as to where to find crushed monkshood petals and dried red fly agaric. From what she learned through the Internet, she figured she could probably find the missing ingredients in some of the more esoteric ethnic herb shops downtown. She knew of one in Chinatown that sold the weirdest things.
She read further. The instructions were easy: Mix up the solution, wet your hand with it, then lay your hand palm down on the Stain and wish-yes, wish wish for it to leave the Stained. for it to leave the Stained.
Sounded like voodoo. And seemed too simple. But no downside to trying.
Then she read the final paragraph. There would be a price to pay.
Gia folded her arms on the book, lowered her head, and sobbed.
TUESDAY.
1.
-47:12.
Gia found the little shop she sought on Bayard Street. It had a name but it was written in Chinese. She didn't care what it was called. The important thing was that it was open.
Thank G.o.d.
A little after midnight Jack had awakened and taken over perusing the Compendium Compendium. Gia showed him where she'd left off-just beyond the Remedies Remedies section-and he'd picked up from there. She hadn't mentioned the "Stain Removal." section-and he'd picked up from there. She hadn't mentioned the "Stain Removal."
They'd alternated two-hour shifts through the night. Jack managed to doze between his but Gia found sleep impossible. She'd discovered what might-might-be a way out for Vicky. She prayed it would work. If it did, she'd deal with the price afterward.
She'd watched the clock all night, watched the sky through the window, waiting for dawn. Around seven thirty she'd left Jack dozing and slipped out, hailed a cab, and rode it to Chinatown.
As she stepped through the door of the tiny shop she half expected the proprietor to be elderly with a wispy white beard and dressed like a mandarin. Instead she found a gaunt young man, maybe thirty, dressed in a black T-shirt and black jeans.
She handed him the list of ingredients. He studied it, then frowned and pointed to the third item: crushed monkshood petals.
"This poison."
Poison? Oh, no.
"It... it can't be."
"Yes. Kill you dead you eat. Rub on skin, okay, but not for eat."
That was a relief. Sort of.
"I understand. This will be used on skin. What about the rest? Have you got the rest?"
He nodded. "Yes. Not lot, but some."
"Some will do just fine."
He squinted at her. "This very strange list. What you use for?"
"An experiment. A successful one, I hope."
A few minutes later she was hurrying up to Ca.n.a.l Street to find a cab.
2.
-46:51.
She found Jack bent over the Compendium Compendium. He looked up as Gia entered the kitchen. His eyes were red and bleary. She was sure hers were no better.
"Where've you been, Gi? I've been worried about you."
She tried to keep her expression neutral. She didn't want to give anything away.
"I left you a note."
"Yeah: 'Went out for some things. Be back soon.' What things?"
"Ingredients."
"For?"
She pointed to the Compendium Compendium. "Something I saw in there. A recipe for a stain remover."
His eyes widened as he began leafing back through the pages. "Where? Where?"
"Somewhere near the middle," she said, then quickly added, "Don't bother. I wrote down all the ingredients."
"But didn't the book say it can't be removed, even if you cut away the skin?"
"No. It said it may not be 'shed.' There's a difference between shedding and having it removed by someone else."
"Sounds like a lot of parsing, but..."
"But what have we got to lose?"
He nodded. "Right."
Gia hoped that would be enough, that he wouldn't go back to search for the page.
She found a saucepan, emptied the bottle of vanilla extract into it, and turned on the gas. While that was heating she laid out the other ten ingredients.
She consulted her notes-many times; she could barely think-and measured the proper proportions of the other ingredients. She noticed her hands trembling.
When the vanilla extract came to a boil, she took it off to let it cool. Then she began blending the rest in a stainless steel mixing bowl.
Five minutes later she added the vanilla and the proper amount of water, then began heating it all to a boil.
"I just..." Jack began. "I just don't want you to get your hopes up."
She glanced at him. "You mean our our hopes?" hopes?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Our hopes."
"Don't worry. Really, how could I feel any worse? I'm simply trying something. I'm ready to try anything."
But her hopes were sky high. The remedy had mentioned the Lilitongue by name. She only prayed she hadn't messed up the proportions, and that the vanilla "juice" she'd concocted was the right one called for.
Once she'd brought the mix to a boil-it measured about a cup-she removed it from the heat and poured it into a saucepan to speed its cooling. She looked at the steaming brown liquid and thought, I'm crazy. This isn't going to work.
But she had to try. Especially since she couldn't see a downside.
Except for the monkshood. She'd Googled that while waiting for the mix to boil. What the Chinese man had told her was true: poison if taken internally but long used topically for pain relief.
Under no other circ.u.mstance could she imagine applying a poisonous mixture to Vicky's back...
Gia climbed to her second-floor bedroom and stood in the doorway. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched her sleeping child. She looked at the clock radio on the nightstand.
Thirty-six hours gone. That left just under two days.
My G.o.d, my G.o.d, my G.o.d, how am I going to live if she's taken away from me?
She stretched out beside Vicky and wrapped her arms around her. If the solution didn't work, maybe when the time came, if Gia held her tight enough, Vicky wouldn't, couldn't be taken away.
The pressure must have awakened Vicky because she started and twisted around.
"Mom! You're crushing me!"
"Sorry, honey. Come on downstairs. I've got something I want to try on that mark on your back... see if we can wash it away."
Vicky hopped out of bed and headed for the door.
"Really? Okay! Let's do it now! I hate that mark! It's ugly and I don't want it on me."
Gia clutched the banister railing for support as she followed Vicky's bounding descent.
Please let this work, G.o.d. Please Please.
When Vicky saw Jack she squealed and leaped into his arms with the abandon of a child who had no fear of being dropped. Not by Jack, anyway. Not with their history. They'd bonded, those two, and nothing would tear them apart. Nothing except...
Jack squeezed her and laughed, but his expression as he looked at Gia over Vicky's shoulder revealed his desperation. She saw him blinking back tears.
"Okay, Vicks," he said. "Your mom's going to try something on your back to see if we can get rid of that Stain."
He set her on one of the kitchen chairs and lifted the back of her pajama top. Gia suppressed a gasp. The Stain... it now spanned almost the entire width of her narrow little back.
She stepped to the counter where she'd put the solution to cool and tested the temperature. Most of the heat had dissipated, leaving a mildly warm liquid. Gia pressed her palm into the saucepan. Once she had a thick coating, she turned and smeared the solution onto the Stain.
And now... the final prescribed ingredient: As she rubbed she had to make a wish. Not just any wish. The book had been very specific, going so far as to dictate the exact terms of the wish.
She felt almost silly. A wish... she'd been wishing the Stain away since her first sight of it. Of course she hadn't had the recipe until now. The Compendium Compendium said the solution plus a specific wish would do it. said the solution plus a specific wish would do it.
A simple wish...
Yet she hesitated. She hated herself for faltering, but couldn't help it. This wish, if answered, would change so many things... would change everything...
And yet, how could she deny Vicky her safety?
So Gia closed her eyes and made the wish...