nsequence. She drew from the small list in her notebook each entry, a record of what had happened and what followed, and tried to map the necklace'

an elderly teacher who had been looking for a snack for his afternoon class. The teacher bought more than he needed and praised the taste publi

that had been knots came loose. She finished the paper and felt no queasy fog afterward. She placed so high on the list that a scholarship application late

petty scuffle at home. Aunt Maame accused Ariel of getting too big for her boots and assigned extra chores as if to clip an i

ed this happen before with only words as weapons, reached for the pendant. The necklace pulsed fiercely, and a clarity like glass descended on Ariel's mind: she could show t

mmed with satisfaction. But the aftermath came in threads. Kwame's cousin, who had been friendly with Aunt Maame, began to look at their house differently. He crossed the

ntion and imposition. Its power could unstick a situation, but it cou

she cataloged the day's events. "Do you ever feel like a puppet?" she asked once, because the

d. "But puppets can a

ck in her palm. The necklace offered leverage; she had to

e pendant to settle petty cruelties if it meant harming someone who did not deserve a ruin. She would look for levera