that.â And now, it seemed, he did think about it. After a while, he said, âIt was probably his dadâs idea. His dad has this big thing about making him a better person. Making all of us better people.â
âYeah,â I said. âI feel like a better person already. So what did they do to Tyro after the new kid freaked out and left school?â
Seth looked at me as Iâd asked him why day follows night, or why the earth revolves around the sun. âDuh-uh,â he said. âNothing.â
âWhy not?â I said.
âBecause his dad gives a fortune to the school. He owns some kind of bank or something. Or maybe an insurance company. A big corporation, anyway. Theyâre loaded. Tyro gets everything hewants. Dude, havenât you seen his car ?â
âWhat car?â I said.
âHeâs got that white Escalade they let him park in the faculty lot.â
âAn Escalade? A kid drives an Escalade ?â
âCome on,â said Seth. âYou donât think anyone on the faculty could afford a ride like that.â
âDr. Brattonâs got a Yukon,â I said.
âBratwurst?â said Seth. âEverybody says that Tyroâs dad bought that Yukon for Bratwurst after the trouble Tyro had with the new kid last year. Look, can we stop talking about Tyro? It makes me nervous just to mention the guy.â
We rode the rest of the way in silence. When Seth got off the bus, he didnât even say good-bye.
Finally, we got to my stop. There it wasâmy house! All the lights were blazing. And the truth was, my plain little house had never looked more beautiful than it did that day as we pulled up in front of it.
Just as Dr. Bratton had promised, I got back so late that my mom was already home from her newjob, and the house was full of wonderful food smells. If I wasnât mistaken, Mom was making her special pot roast and potatoes. My favorite. Wait until I told Mom that I hadnât even had lunch!
I found her in the kitchen, flushed and happy from cooking. She turned to look at me. I guess she was trying to tell from my face, before I had a chance to say anything, how my first day at school had gone. I tried to arrange my features in the most miserable and sour expression, but the truth was, there was no way I could look glum enough to show her just how much Iâd enjoyed my introduction to Bullywell.
Our eyes met, and in that instant, I saw how the last month must have looked, from my momâs point of view, the terrible sorrow and confusion of having Dad die so horribly before they could begin to sort things out. I saw what it must have felt like to know that sheâd been just a few degrees of feverâmy feverâaway from dying herself and leaving me toâ¦what? To be raised by Gran or one of the aunts? I saw how terrifyingit had been for her.
Mostly I saw how desperately she wanted things to be positive and normal, how much she needed me to like my new school, how badly she wanted me to appreciate the privileged education that had come as a gift, a pitiful consolation prize for all that pain and disaster. She wanted me to have the kind of education she thought Iâd get at Baileywell. Or maybe she wanted me to get to know rich, powerful peopleâor, at least, rich kids who would grow up to be powerful peopleâas if that could somehow protect me and keep me safe. But didnât she know that plenty of rich and powerful people had died, along with Dad, along with weak and poor ones? And didnât she understand that there was nothing safe about Bullywell?
At that moment, I understood that even with the new and better job, the new clothes, even with the satisfaction of firing Caroline, she wasnât a new person. What had happened to Momâto us bothâwould never just go away. Life would never be the same for her, she might never completelyrecover. And the strangest part was, it was as if Dr. Bratwurst was
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