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are best
friends.”
“Do you want to go or not?”
I can’t believe this.
“Well?”
“Okay,” Aishling whispered.
Morrigan released her and danced around, chanting,
“We’re leaving. We’re leaving. Yes, we’re really leaving.”
Monday, April 8
Lance had his shoes off, and his feet dangled in
the river when she and Morrigan met him after classes.
“Hi, Lance. Isn’t that water too cold?” Morrigan said.
“No.”
“Hi, Lance.” Aishling smiled.
“Hi,” he mumbled, without looking at her.
Gee, he’s still mad. She sat on the grass a
few feet away while Morrigan sat next to him. What could she say to get him to
look at her?
“What’s the matter?” Morrigan broke the silence.
“Mrs. Dawes just told me the Jamesons want me to
spend this weekend with them, too. They’re putting pressure on her every day
for me to do an extended stay.” He threw a rock into the river.
“Then we need to leave as soon as possible.” She
looked over at Aishling and nodded.
Aishling’s voice quivered as she said, “Let’s
leave Thursday before you have to go.”
He scowled at her. “We have to be smarter than
that about it. I don’t want to get caught.”
“I don’t want you to get caught, either, you
know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Aishling said, on the verge of jumping up
and running away.
“Then we have to do things my way.” His
eyes jabbed at her like an ice pick. “And why don’t you want Ke—”
“Okay, you two. Let’s don’t squabble,” Morrigan
said. “We all want to leave, and none of us want to be brought back to this
dreadful place.”
Aishling caught Morrigan giving him a slight shake
of her head. What was she up to now? “What’s—”
“I don’t know how we’re going to do it, Morrigan,”
Lance said, wiping his feet on the grass. He put his socks on. “If we take the
canoe, they’ll know that’s how we left. I’ve got to figure out a way to make
them think I got rid of it or something.” He stood.
Aishling hopped up. “Lance. When you’re gone this
weekend, Morri and I could take your canoe out of the shed and hide it. Then,
when you come back, you could report it missing.”
“And how do I know you won’t take it and leave
while I’m not here?”
She hunched over, crushed. How could he think she
would do that? “Look, we weren’t going to steal your canoe. We were—”
“Lance.” Morrigan stood, brushing dirt off her
shorts. “Aish—”
“Look, I’m sorry! I guess we didn’t think things
through very well before.” Aishling pointed at Morrigan. “But, can’t you
forgive me like you forgave her?”
He kicked at the ground. His silence drowned her
heart.
“Come on, Lance. Both Aish and I will do whatever
you say. We don’t want to get you in trouble. We want to help you as much as
you’d be helping us.” She held out her right pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”
He clutched her wrist and moved it down to her
side. Turning to Aishling, he said, “Okay, I guess I have to forgive
you, anyway.”
What does that mean? Why was it hard for
him to forgive her when he’d been able to forgive Morri? Aishling hugged her
stomach.
After several aching moments, he said, “You know,
that’s not a bad idea. Like you said, when I go on my visit, you all could hide
the canoe. When I come back, I’ll ask Preacher Collins if I could get my
camping gear ready for my next visit with the Jamesons. I’ll discover my canoe
missing and report it. We could wait a couple of weeks while they’re searching
for it, and then leave. That’s a great idea, in fact.” He briefly smiled at Aishling
before looking at Morrigan. “Listen, I’ve got to meet Kelile in the gym. I’ll
slip you a note tomorrow. Think about where you would hide the canoe. I’ll
think about it too. Bye.” He jogged away.
Tuesday, April 9
That evening after dinner, while Morrigan took a
shower, Aishling hid her original diary again, this time underneath her
mattress. She
friends.”
“Do you want to go or not?”
I can’t believe this.
“Well?”
“Okay,” Aishling whispered.
Morrigan released her and danced around, chanting,
“We’re leaving. We’re leaving. Yes, we’re really leaving.”
Monday, April 8
Lance had his shoes off, and his feet dangled in
the river when she and Morrigan met him after classes.
“Hi, Lance. Isn’t that water too cold?” Morrigan said.
“No.”
“Hi, Lance.” Aishling smiled.
“Hi,” he mumbled, without looking at her.
Gee, he’s still mad. She sat on the grass a
few feet away while Morrigan sat next to him. What could she say to get him to
look at her?
“What’s the matter?” Morrigan broke the silence.
“Mrs. Dawes just told me the Jamesons want me to
spend this weekend with them, too. They’re putting pressure on her every day
for me to do an extended stay.” He threw a rock into the river.
“Then we need to leave as soon as possible.” She
looked over at Aishling and nodded.
Aishling’s voice quivered as she said, “Let’s
leave Thursday before you have to go.”
He scowled at her. “We have to be smarter than
that about it. I don’t want to get caught.”
“I don’t want you to get caught, either, you
know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Aishling said, on the verge of jumping up
and running away.
“Then we have to do things my way.” His
eyes jabbed at her like an ice pick. “And why don’t you want Ke—”
“Okay, you two. Let’s don’t squabble,” Morrigan
said. “We all want to leave, and none of us want to be brought back to this
dreadful place.”
Aishling caught Morrigan giving him a slight shake
of her head. What was she up to now? “What’s—”
“I don’t know how we’re going to do it, Morrigan,”
Lance said, wiping his feet on the grass. He put his socks on. “If we take the
canoe, they’ll know that’s how we left. I’ve got to figure out a way to make
them think I got rid of it or something.” He stood.
Aishling hopped up. “Lance. When you’re gone this
weekend, Morri and I could take your canoe out of the shed and hide it. Then,
when you come back, you could report it missing.”
“And how do I know you won’t take it and leave
while I’m not here?”
She hunched over, crushed. How could he think she
would do that? “Look, we weren’t going to steal your canoe. We were—”
“Lance.” Morrigan stood, brushing dirt off her
shorts. “Aish—”
“Look, I’m sorry! I guess we didn’t think things
through very well before.” Aishling pointed at Morrigan. “But, can’t you
forgive me like you forgave her?”
He kicked at the ground. His silence drowned her
heart.
“Come on, Lance. Both Aish and I will do whatever
you say. We don’t want to get you in trouble. We want to help you as much as
you’d be helping us.” She held out her right pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”
He clutched her wrist and moved it down to her
side. Turning to Aishling, he said, “Okay, I guess I have to forgive
you, anyway.”
What does that mean? Why was it hard for
him to forgive her when he’d been able to forgive Morri? Aishling hugged her
stomach.
After several aching moments, he said, “You know,
that’s not a bad idea. Like you said, when I go on my visit, you all could hide
the canoe. When I come back, I’ll ask Preacher Collins if I could get my
camping gear ready for my next visit with the Jamesons. I’ll discover my canoe
missing and report it. We could wait a couple of weeks while they’re searching
for it, and then leave. That’s a great idea, in fact.” He briefly smiled at Aishling
before looking at Morrigan. “Listen, I’ve got to meet Kelile in the gym. I’ll
slip you a note tomorrow. Think about where you would hide the canoe. I’ll
think about it too. Bye.” He jogged away.
Tuesday, April 9
That evening after dinner, while Morrigan took a
shower, Aishling hid her original diary again, this time underneath her
mattress. She
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