Elisabeth shook her head. "I don't think it's that simple," she said. "Your aunt had something wrong in her head. The same thing is wrong in Grandma's head and mine. The difference is, your grandmother and I lash out at the world. Your aunt wound up lashing in at herself."

"And I'm supposed to feel sorry for her?" Anne asked. "We'll never be pure MacHales, we're just flawed copies."

"Listen to me," Elisabeth said. "You are not a flawed copy of anyone. You are Anne, and I am so ...