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what you know,” she says.
“Sheriff said it was a bear, or maybe a wolf?”
“The Sheriff is most likely right,” Jen says. She sounds like a politician. Trying to pick and choose her words carefully so as not to lie, but to not fully illuminate the truth either.
“If I had to guess, I’d say wolf.” My words hang in the air like mist.
“I’d guess wolf, too,” Jen replies.
“But not an ordinary type of wolf?”
“There’s not too much that’s ordinary in Haven Hill.”
It seems that neither one of us wants to say out loud what we’re thinking. It’s too crazy to say out loud. They lock people away in padded cells who think these kinds of thoughts. But I know I’m not crazy, and I know what I’ve seen. The silver nitrate burned Ethan’s hand in chemistry. The strength he displayed during my rescue was inhuman. The night of the attacks, hovering over the bodies, his appearance was altered. Of all of these things I am certain. I’m just going to blurt it out. “Is Ethan—?”
Before I can finish my question, before Jen can respond, uncle Jake is calling for me.
Lucas is here.
CHAPTER 11
BY THE TIME I get into the living room, I’m certain this is the worst idea in the history of ideas, and I find myself thoroughly embarrassed. Uncle Jake has invited Lucas inside and he is standing in the living room, if you can call it that, surveying the premises. What must he be thinking? It’s a pig stye really. Empty beer cans and crumb filled bags of chips crumpled up on the couch. Shag carpet from 1972. Scuffed vinyl flooring that’s peeling up in the corners. And that god awful faux wood panelling that lines the walls.
“I dig it. It’s totally got that retro vibe,” Lucas says.
I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic.
“Thank you, I paid extra to give it that aged look,” Jake says.
Lucas nods.
“Vintage don’t come cheap,” Jake gloats, grabbing another beer. “You want one?”
“Uncle Jake!” I snap. “He’s seventeen!”
“Oh, yeah,” Jake realizes. “More for me.” With that, Jake cracks open the beer, fizzing out onto the carpet. He glances down at the foaming pool of suds on the shag. “Adds texture,” he says, then guzzles half of the beer down in one gulp.
Jen giggles, amused by the outrageousness of the situation. I shoot her a look and she cuts her giggle off immediately, though she struggles to contain herself. I guess if this wasn’t my life I’d be a little amused as well. But giving Jake an audience only encourages him.
“Are you ready to go, Lucas?” I ask, trying to rush us out.
“Uh, sure,” Lucas says.
“Where are you going?” Jake interrupts.
“We were just going to grab something to eat,” I say.
“Oh, great, I’m starving,” Jake says.
“No!” I blurt out.
“I’m hungry, and so is Noah, and there’s no food in the house,” says Jake.
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. Let’s all grab something to eat,” Lucas says, with a smile.
I’m about to explode. I can feel my face flushing red. This is surely going to be a disaster. After a few deep breaths, I calm down and realize that this is probably a good thing. This will take any weird awkwardness out of the whole non-date thing. Now it will just be a weird, awkward family and friends dinner.
“We need to stop at the grocery store afterwards,” Jake says.
Lucas just grins. “Not a problem. Where do you want to eat?”
Everyone shrugs.
“How about pizza?” Lucas asks.
I get the sense that Lucas would be okay with just about anything. He seems so easy going, and I think he genuinely doesn’t mind my dysfunctional family tagging along. I don’t know what it is about him, but Lucas seems to have a calming effect on everyone. He always has a little bit of a smile, and there is always a glimmer in his eye. He has this boyish charm, perfectly happy wherever he is, whatever he’s doing. Not a care in the world. Never in a rush,
“Sheriff said it was a bear, or maybe a wolf?”
“The Sheriff is most likely right,” Jen says. She sounds like a politician. Trying to pick and choose her words carefully so as not to lie, but to not fully illuminate the truth either.
“If I had to guess, I’d say wolf.” My words hang in the air like mist.
“I’d guess wolf, too,” Jen replies.
“But not an ordinary type of wolf?”
“There’s not too much that’s ordinary in Haven Hill.”
It seems that neither one of us wants to say out loud what we’re thinking. It’s too crazy to say out loud. They lock people away in padded cells who think these kinds of thoughts. But I know I’m not crazy, and I know what I’ve seen. The silver nitrate burned Ethan’s hand in chemistry. The strength he displayed during my rescue was inhuman. The night of the attacks, hovering over the bodies, his appearance was altered. Of all of these things I am certain. I’m just going to blurt it out. “Is Ethan—?”
Before I can finish my question, before Jen can respond, uncle Jake is calling for me.
Lucas is here.
CHAPTER 11
BY THE TIME I get into the living room, I’m certain this is the worst idea in the history of ideas, and I find myself thoroughly embarrassed. Uncle Jake has invited Lucas inside and he is standing in the living room, if you can call it that, surveying the premises. What must he be thinking? It’s a pig stye really. Empty beer cans and crumb filled bags of chips crumpled up on the couch. Shag carpet from 1972. Scuffed vinyl flooring that’s peeling up in the corners. And that god awful faux wood panelling that lines the walls.
“I dig it. It’s totally got that retro vibe,” Lucas says.
I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic.
“Thank you, I paid extra to give it that aged look,” Jake says.
Lucas nods.
“Vintage don’t come cheap,” Jake gloats, grabbing another beer. “You want one?”
“Uncle Jake!” I snap. “He’s seventeen!”
“Oh, yeah,” Jake realizes. “More for me.” With that, Jake cracks open the beer, fizzing out onto the carpet. He glances down at the foaming pool of suds on the shag. “Adds texture,” he says, then guzzles half of the beer down in one gulp.
Jen giggles, amused by the outrageousness of the situation. I shoot her a look and she cuts her giggle off immediately, though she struggles to contain herself. I guess if this wasn’t my life I’d be a little amused as well. But giving Jake an audience only encourages him.
“Are you ready to go, Lucas?” I ask, trying to rush us out.
“Uh, sure,” Lucas says.
“Where are you going?” Jake interrupts.
“We were just going to grab something to eat,” I say.
“Oh, great, I’m starving,” Jake says.
“No!” I blurt out.
“I’m hungry, and so is Noah, and there’s no food in the house,” says Jake.
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. Let’s all grab something to eat,” Lucas says, with a smile.
I’m about to explode. I can feel my face flushing red. This is surely going to be a disaster. After a few deep breaths, I calm down and realize that this is probably a good thing. This will take any weird awkwardness out of the whole non-date thing. Now it will just be a weird, awkward family and friends dinner.
“We need to stop at the grocery store afterwards,” Jake says.
Lucas just grins. “Not a problem. Where do you want to eat?”
Everyone shrugs.
“How about pizza?” Lucas asks.
I get the sense that Lucas would be okay with just about anything. He seems so easy going, and I think he genuinely doesn’t mind my dysfunctional family tagging along. I don’t know what it is about him, but Lucas seems to have a calming effect on everyone. He always has a little bit of a smile, and there is always a glimmer in his eye. He has this boyish charm, perfectly happy wherever he is, whatever he’s doing. Not a care in the world. Never in a rush,
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