closet, Astridâs already in my room.
âPriscilla,â she says, a one-word sentence that says more than a whole paragraph could.
âI needed to,â I rush to say.
âYou have to come downstairs,â she says. âEleanor needs our help. Momâs roaming, but El needs to get to the birthday party.â
âWhose birthday party?â I say, even though I know the answer. I want her to admit Eleanor does bad things too.
âYou know whose,â Astrid says. âDonât make it harder, okay? Having a secret boyfriend is making this tolerable for Eleanor. So.â
âThis is making it tolerable for me,â I say, and gesture toward the closet door. Astrid sighs.
âI wonât tell this time.â She twists a silver-blond strand of hair around her thumb and releases it. It stays pin-straight, of course.
I step closer to my sister. She smells unusual: Like saltand wind. Like the ocean and a roll in a meadow. Like a place weâve never been.
I breathe it in deeply, so she knows that I know sheâs been in a closet today too.
Eleven
âS heâs unwinding,â Marla says.
Mom likes to âunwindâ before dinner, which means she likes to open a bottle of wine and get the rest of us piled into the TV room to watch the Disney Channel for a while so she can enjoy her unwinding by herself.
The problem with Momâs unwinding is that we canât sneak outside when sheâs at the kitchen counter.
Actually, there are a lot of problems with Momâs unwinding, but most of them come after.
Eleanorâs in a green dress, hiding in the downstairs bathroom. The dress cuts low, lower than anything Iâve seen her wear before. I want to put her in the running shorts andT-shirt she wears for soccer, and some muddy sneakers.
She has a purse. Her hair is curling at the ends. She has lipstick on. No wonder sheâs hiding.
âWe canât interrupt unwinding time,â I say. We are having a sister meeting in the bathroom, with the faucet running hard and the fan making its too-loud noise. I donât know that any of this actually hides the sounds of our whispering, but weâve agreed to at least pretend together that it does.
âYou only need to get her out of the kitchen for a minute,â Eleanor says. Sheâs gripping her phone in one hand and the bottom of her dress with the other. Sheâs near tears. I donât like this new side of Eleanor. Eleanor is supposed to be calm and eternally correct and sure.
âDonât upset Mom,â Marla says. âCanât you wait until sheâs done? Sheâll fall asleep when sheâs done, probably.â Marlaâs wringing her hands and has her Marla-pout on.
We donât know when sheâll be done. Unwinding takes anywhere from a half hour to three hours, and thereâs no predicting it. Thereâs no predicting Momâs moods.
âIâll do it,â I say. âIâll distract her.â I want them to look at me the way they did the other day in Eleanorâs closet. Like I am old enough and solid enough to be a full-fledged sister, and not simply The Youngest or The Baby or Silly.
We concoct a plan where I distract Mom and lead herup to my room. Marla will follow us up there to help out if I freeze and forget what to say and do, but she looks sour about it.
âYouâd never do this for me,â Marla whines. âYouâre such a kiss-up.â I hate her voice when it sounds like this. Astrid is the lookout, staying down by the stairs to tell Eleanor when itâs safe to sneak out. Sheâll cough really loud to cover the click of the front door closing.
When we get to the kitchen, Momâs unwinding with a photo album. I peek over her shoulder. The pictures are of Mom when she was Marlaâs age, and another little girl who looks a lot like me.
I elbow Marla, hoping sheâll see the photos and start asking
Jessica Beck
What Happened at Midnight
Antonya Nelson
Christi Barth
Richard Wilkinson, Kate Pickett
Caroline Lee
Ernesto Mestre
ILLONA HAUS
Zara Cox
Robin Cook