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by Laura Wiess


  “Yeah, I know,” he says and sounds distracted. “Everything’s different now. Look, I’ve got to go. Are you going to be there for a while? Good. Give me your grandmother’s number and I’ll call you back in like half an hour, okay?”

  Will you? I think dully, but give him the number anyway. He says good-bye and hangs up, leaving me standing with the dead phone pressed to my ear like an empty seashell.

  “You okay, kid?” Nigel says and eases the phone from my hand.

  I blink at him, mute.

  He fidgets. Checks his watch. “I was gonna tell you that they never made it to Iowa. They turned around and came home.” He pulls a crumpled hanky from his pocket and mops his florid face. “Come on, let’s head back to your granny’s house. This heat is rough on a fat old man.”

  Numb, I fall into step beside him. “You told them what happened?”

  “Yeah, and I should have known better than to talk religion with Paula,” Nigel says, shaking his head and plodding on every crack in the sidewalk. “Jesus, she’s excitable. As soon as I told her you whacked your old man with the statue Monday morning she ripped off those ugly glasses and went down on her knees in some kind of swoon—”

  He’s talking too much, clobbering the silence so I won’t say anything, won’t burst into tears and buckle under the weight of this last, awful straw.

  And I won’t. Not yet, anyway.

  He stops in front of my grandmother’s house and checks his watch again. “Well, I guess I’m gonna get going. Gilly needs walking and I’ve got a sh—er, crapload of errands to run. Did I tell you Paula’s car broke down at the entrance to the complex, right in front of the Cambridge Oaks sign?” The ghost of his old, easy grin breaks through. “It took the towing company half a day to get out and move it and the association was having hissy fits. I’ve got to hand it to Paula, though; she let ’em sweat a while before she told ’em she was finally junking it. Now I’m her ride till she gets another car.” His smile fades and he flushes, uncomfortable, like now that I’m not in the condo loop anymore we have nothing in common. “Let me go. I’ll get headquarters to release the Madonna statue out of Evidence and bring it back to you as soon as I can.”

  I shake my head. “No, it’s Andy’s. Give it to him.” I tuck back my hair and look him straight in the eye. He needs to know that I know it’s all over. “You’ll see him again before I will.”

  His mouth opens and closes. “Yeah. Okay.” He hesitates and in an odd gesture, chucks me gently under the chin. “Keep the faith, kid,” he says and lumbers off to his car.

  I watch him drive away, wanting nothing more than to sit on the curb and bawl, but the people on this street don’t huddle with their feet in the gutter so I wander into the house, past Leah Louisa unloading the dishwasher, and end up in the den. I flop down onto the couch and wonder what just happened. Somehow four splintered into three and one, and I never even saw it coming.

  “Did you have a nice talk with Nigel?” Leah Louisa calls from the kitchen.

  “Yeah, pretty much,” I say, staring at the ceiling. It’s smooth, off-white, a big blank canvas with no tiles to count and no memories staining the surface.

  It’s just a ceiling.

  I close my eyes and think of Andy, who prayed so hard and got so little, and of the Madonna, whose presence saved me from a fate worse than death and at the same time somehow sentenced my father to the exact same thing.

  Think even harder for a minute, then get up and go straight to the bookcase.

  There’s a question I need answered.

  Mystical Rose. Virgin most powerful.

  I slip out the sliding glass door and settle on the stone wall outlining the patio. The sweet, cotton-candy scent of a hundred blooming irises rides the breeze.

  Mother most merciful. Cause of our joy.

  I think of grander plans and coincidence, of the victim soul’s death and my father’s inexplicable paralysis. I think of how amazing it is that I’m not a murderer.

  A victim soul is a pious individual chosen to absorb the pain and suffering of others.

  My father isn’t pious. He attends no services and worships no god.

  Unless there’s something I’ve missed.

  I open the dictionary and page to the Ps. Run my finger down the column until I find it.

  “Pious.”

  There are several definitions. I didn’t know that.

  “Showing reverence for deity and devotion to divine worship.” No. “Marked by conspicuous religiosity.” No. “Marked by sham or hypocrisy.” Oh. I stop, heart pounding. Read it again. “ ‘Marked by sham or hypocrisy.’ ” Slowly lift my head. “Now I get it.”

  Mother inviolate. Mirror of justice.

  “Meredith?” Leah Louisa stands at the sliding glass door. “Nigel and Paula Mues are here, and they brought along a young man named Andy who wants very much to see you.” She steps aside to let him through.

  I tuck my hair back behind my ears.

  Meet his shining gaze and break into a smile.

  He is so tall.

  Such a Pretty Girl

  by Laura Wiess

  Reading Group Guide

  Discussion Questions

  Meredith frequently refers to numbers throughout the novel—how many tiles there are in the bathroom, the amount of multivitamins she takes, and four being her “safety number.” Why does Meredith find such comfort in numbers?

  Discuss the theme of paralysis in Such a Pretty Girl and how it applies to each character.

  “Ms. Mues shields me just to thwart my father. She doesn’t really care for me. She’s a plotter, a planner and what better way to avenge her son than to destroy her enemy’s daughter? To gain my trust and use me to achieve her goal, much like my father used Andy…”. Do you think this is true? What is Ms. Mues’s motivation for moving into Meredith’s neighborhood?

  “Four is my best number, but there are four years between my parents too, and I would rather fall down dead than find out we’re anything like them”. How is the relationship between Andy and Meredith different than the relationship between Meredith’s parents? Do you think Meredith is repeating her mother’s mistake?

  “A victim soul is a pious individual chosen to absorb the suffering of others”. Who do you think acts as the victim soul in this novel? Does this person accept his/her role willingly?

  “Andy’s demons chase him just as hard as yours chase you”. How are Andy and Meredith different in dealing with their mutual psychological scars?

  What is the significance of each of the recurring images in the novel: the Dumpster, the gold baseball pendant, roses, and the statue of Mary.

  Discuss the relationship between Sharon and Charles. Why does she stay with him despite everything he’s done? Meredith believes her mother will always choose her husband over her daughter. Is this true? If so, why does she want Meredith to stay with them instead of with her grandmother?

  “It’s the stuff that no one sees that does the most damage”. Sight is another theme in Such a Pretty Girl. What does each character choose not to see and how does that hurt them?

  What do you think Meredith’s future will be like? Will she become the stereotype of abused children? Or will she become its exception?

  Author Questions

  Other than to expose an unthinkable crime, what motivated you to write Meredith’s story?

  Meredith did. I know that sounds odd, but she came to me as a real girl, stuck in the middle of a real hell, and I couldn’t turn away.

  What kind of child molestation cases did you research while writing this book? Did you base any parts of Such a Pretty Girl on real cases?

  All kinds of cases, unfortunately. There’s plenty of information out there: first person accounts, prison statistics, injury reports, sexual offender crimes and classifications, documentaries like the unforgettable Just Melvin; Just Evil directed by James Ronald Whitney, and professional opinions on sexual predator recidivism rates after release from prison. I proces
sed a lot of raw, detailed information, including revisiting the memory of the disgusting grope I got when I was twelve, from one of my girlfriends’ fathers. Up until that moment, I’d never even imagined anyone’s father would ever do something like that. It was quite a rude awakening. Meredith’s story wasn’t based on any one case, but grew right from the characters themselves.

  This novel can be read easily in one sitting and the story takes places within a few days. Was the writing process fluid? Or did you work on it for a long time?

  Pretty Girl’s first draft was written in a white-hot blast of terror, fury and despair. Once Meredith started talking, once I knew what was going on, there was no stopping. I was with her all the way, and let me tell you; most times it wasn’t such a good place to be. Once the first draft was complete, I had to back off and let it cool down, so I could look at it again with a more dispassionate eye. The book evolved, as it needed to, over the course of several years.

  How did the idea of a victim soul become such a prevalent part of the story?

  Somewhere in my brain, random bits of information separate from all the other daily stuff, weave themselves together without any conscious effort on my part, and one day, pretty much out of the blue, just present themselves. It’s very cool. I remember hearing of the supposed phenomenon of victim souls years ago, and the idea both fascinated and repelled me. I was wandering around online and found a website for one of the current victim souls, complete with photos. It blew my mind to imagine life the way this person was living, but that was it, and I went on about my business. Later, when Pretty Girl was born, it all swept back and somehow fell into place.

  How would you like to see the laws regarding child molesters change?

  This is a dangerous question to ask someone who’s spent so much time researching, imagining and absorbing, in vivid detail, the agony, terror, and misery of children who have been victimized at the hands of adults. I’d like to see the punishment finally fit the severity of the crime. For example, raping a minor, age infant through five, at the very least earns you life with no possibility of parole. Age six to ten buys, say, fifty years, no parole, and so on. That may sound harsh, but if you compare it to the crime, then is it too harsh a sentence, or not harsh enough? Talk to the police, or any other first responder. Talk to the medical staff who are trying not to break down and be sick at the sight of such a little one, so damaged. This is not a smooth, physically easy crime to commit; this is a brutal, willful act, deliberately ignoring a kid’s struggling, crying, screaming, and blood. And some pedophiles do it again, and again, and again.

  Add mandatory counseling to the sentence, but don’t negotiate time. Don’t sell out the victims in some warped, legal barter based more on economics than on the severity of the crime. These kids need to know they can answer the door in a couple of years, and not see their molester standing there smiling and holding an embossed invitation to the party.

  Are any of the secondary characters—Andy, Nigel, Ms. Mues—based on real people?

  Not really, although I’ve probably been gathering personality traits from all sorts of different places for years, and storing them up in some mental warehouse for future use. For instance, I used to know people who kept a framed, color snapshot of a dead pope in his coffin, in their kitchen. That family was my introduction to the seriously devout, and the memory may have helped in creating Ms. Mues, although she ended up nothing like the people I’d known.

  Did you worry that including a religious element in your book would turn some readers off?

  No. It’s been my experience that most readers are open-minded enough to entertain almost any element in the course of a story, as long as it’s true to the character that lives it. It doesn’t mean you have to believe it, it just means you’re willing to go along for a while with the character that does. No big deal.

  Reader Tips

  Visit Laura Wiess’s blog at http://gypsyrobin.livejournal.com.

  Did this book inspire you to get involved in protecting your community? Go to www.fbi.gov/hq/cid/cac/states.htm to find information on sex offenders who might be living in your neighborhood.

  Watch the documentary highly recommended by the author, Just Melvin: Just Evil.

 

 

 


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