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"''My name is Erin Law. My friends are January Carr and Mouse Gullane. This is the story of what happened when we sailed away from Whitegates that Friday night. Some people will tell you that none of these things happened. They'll say they were just a dream that the three of us shared. But they did happen. We did meet Heaven Eyes on the Black Middens. We did dig the saint out of the mud. We did see Grampa return to the river. And we did bring Heaven Eyes home with us. She lives happily here among us. People will tell you that this is not Heaven Eyes. They'll say she's just another damaged child like ourselves. But she is Heaven Eyes. You?ll know her easily. Look at her toes and her fingers. Listen to her strange sweet voice. Watch how she seems to see through all the darkness in the world to the joy that lies beneath. It is her. These things happened. January, Mouse and I were there to see them all. Everything is true. So listen."''
Erin and her friends January and Mouse live with other children at Whitegates. It's a children's home run by Maureen, who is full of sympathy for her damaged children. To them though, it's not a welcome sympathy for they can see, far more clearly than Maureen, that her sympathy springs from her own 'damage' and it's as much sympathy for herself as for any of them. Erin's mother died; she never had a father, January's mother abandoned him at birth, and Mouse's father abandoned him too, leaving him outside the gates of the home with the words 'PLEASE LOOK AFTER ME' crudely tattooed on his arm. "He loved me," said Mouse. "He must have." Agonising, isn't it? January is convinced that one day his mother will return for him and Erin sometimes steals away to her room, puts on her mother's lipstick and perfume and lies on her bed trying to conjour up the image of her loved parent. It's her ritual and her comfort and it's heart-piercingly sad.

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