away,â I said.
âIâll do no such thing. You open this door.â She rattled the knob until I obeyed. âNow, you listen to me,â she said when we were face to face. âI donât know whatâs come over you, Jessie, but I will not tolerate rudeness. You spend all your time locked up in this roomââ
âI donât feel good. Maybe Iâm getting the flu.â
âYouâre not getting the flu,â my mother said. âDr. Shubert saysââ
âSheâs been blabbing to you? So much for confidentiality.â
âJessie.â Mom raised her hand and I flinched. That flinch caused her so much pain. âI wasnât going to hit you!â She cupped my chin. âJessie,â she crooned, searching my eyes with her own, âwhat am I going to do with you? Dr. Shubert says you canât accept the fact that Helenâs dead.â
âOf course I donât,â I snapped. âDo you?â
My mother shrugged helplessly, her eyes shiny with tears. âDo I have any choice? Itâs true,â she said. âHoney, youâve got to come out of your shell.â
âShells are good. They protect you. Ask snails,â I said. âEither way, you get stepped on.â
My mother began to cry. She sat down on Helenâs bed.
I went to her and put my arm around her shoulder. âIâm sorry, Momma. Please donât cry.â
âOh, Jessie,â she sighed. âIâm no good anymore. I used to think I was a pretty great mom. Now I canât help you or Lucasââ
âThatâs not true! Youâre a wonderful mother! You help us all the time.â
My mother shook her head. âAll I do is cry. But, honeyâI feel like youâre slipping away. I feel like Iâm losing you. Iâm sorry. Look at me. Iâm such an inspiration.â She smoothed her hair and dried her eyes. âNow, please donât leave your friend standing at the door.â
âHeâs not my friend.â
âHe was a friend of Helenâs.â
I couldâve told her the truth but she didnât need the pain. Helen had protected my parents. They never knew why Bloomfield had faded away. âNo big deal,â Helen said, and theyâd wanted to believe her. I was the one who heard her crying in the night.
I pretended to be sleeping. I didnât know what to say.
âOkay,â I said. âIâll talk to Bloomfield.â
âGood,â Mom said. âThen Iâll stop crying.â
When I opened the front door, Bloomfield looked startled, stepping back as if he thought I might attack him. I leaned against the doorjamb, my arms across my chest.
âMy mother said you wanted to see me.â
âYeah, I miss your friendly smile,â he said.
âI wouldnât talk if I were you.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âAs usual, your mouth is on upside down.â
âWell, youâre not exactly the Welcome Wagon Lady.â
âYouâre not exactly welcome,â I replied.
âI didnât come over here to be insulted.â Bloomfieldâs scowl spread to his eyes.
âWhy did you come over here?â
âI wanted to talk to you.â
âI have nothing to say to you, Bloomfield.â A lie. I couldâve screamed at him for hours, for days. I wouldâve said, âYou bastard. Helen loved you best.â
What was the point? Helen was dead. Life goes on. But not for everyone.
Bloomfield stuffed his hands into his pockets. âLook, I want to apologize,â he said.
âFor what? You didnât do anything wrong. Remember?â
âIâm trying to talk but you wonât listenââ
âThereâs nothing to talk about, so justââ
A shove cut me off in midsentence. My mother had pushed me outside and locked the door. âWhy donât you two take a walk?â she
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