If a story begins with finding, it must end with searching.
-- PENELOPE FITZGERALD, THE BLUE FLOWER
I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green.
-- WILLIAM BLAKE, SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
Jessica used to exude plenty of confidence. Confidence is rare in a ninth grader. But she looked you in the eye, she spoke her piece, and she didn't usually let people interrupt her when she was talking. She had plenty of friends and did well in her classes and on the playing field. She also attracted more than her share of attention from the boys, especially older ones. It had been that way since the beginning of the year. At first she didn't know how to handle the attention. She seemed startled and then