being so cynical, Dig,â Eden says. âShe needs this. Itâs like she has a fairy godmother or something.â
âIt was like this when you got back here from dropping me off today?â I ask.
âYup.â
âThat means somebody did it in the clear light of day,â Digby says. âThat means they knew how long youâd be gone, that youâd have Wren with you, that they had to hurry. It means someone has been watching. Closely.â
âWell,â Eden says, looking less gleeful.
âYeah,â Digby says, âitâs troubling.â
âI have to start locking my door,â I say. No one in this town locks.
Digby leans against the counter. He is always leaning. âI guess this isnât exactly a hostile action. Itâs kamikaze generosity, for sure.â
Iâm overheating. I want everyone to leave. I need to think and I canât, not while Iâm standing here staring at all this food, and not with these two redheaded swizzle sticks hovering over me.
âAt least you donât have to worry about food for a while,â Eden offers. âAlthough that is a lot of carbs.â She kicks up her legs and scooches herself onto the counter. âOkay, so thereâs one more piece of not-so-great news.â
âReally?â I say. âDid a wall collapse?â
âNo. Wren came home with a note. Mrs. LaRouche wants to speak to your mom.â
Everything in me contracts.
âMrs. LaRouche was the best,â Digby says. âYou remember how she used to get us to be quiet?â
âBum bum bee dum bumâ
âEden sings.
âBum bum,â
I answer flatly.
âI donât think itâs a big deal,â Eden says. âItâs just . . .â
âGoing to be challenging to produce a nonexistent parent.â
âRight.â
I cover my face. Count to three. Uncover my face. Nope, itâs still here, still this earth, this life.
Edenâs face scrunches. âLu.â
âWhat?â
âYou have a bloody nose.â Digby reaches for a paper towel from the new ginormous pile that has magically manifested itself on my counter. The expensive kind.
âThere are tissues, too,â Eden says, pointing to the living room. âAnd toothpaste, mouthwash, Q-tips . . .â
âStop!â I canât. I canât breathe, and itâs not because of the blood that is dripping over my lips. It is all happening at once, and I canât make sense of it, of any of it, and I want to laugh just like I heard Dad doing. Itâs bubbling right under the surface, and if I let it go, Iâll never stop. When Digby pushes the towel against my nose, I grab it from him and bat at his hand. My chest goes in and out, up and down.
Eden stares. âDude,â she says.
I find the couch in the living room while I hold my nose, and they are shadows on me and I want them to go away, need them to go away so I can think. Iâve got numbers, so many numbers, doing Irish jigs on my head, and Mom, and her eyes they are big and so blue and so empty and they are all over me and my short shorts hot pants sexy shoes and makeup, and Dad who knows where, and a best friend who actually looks scared and everyone else and their perfect simple lives and me failing Wren all all the time and some Good Samaritan who knows and a love, a love who is standing right in front of me offering me his help and is so out of reach and I am so alone and I need them to go away.
âYouâre going to be okay,â Digby says. He makes a move for my hand and I jerk it back. âAll this is going to be fine.â
âGo home,â I say, and my voice is hard. Iâve never heard my own voice like that.
Neither have the twins, apparently, because they both look like I just smacked them.
I wipe the blood from my nose, will the bleeding to stop. I march to the sink, splash water on my face, wash my hands,
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