Yeah, right.
Jonah said nothing. Instead, he reached for the teddy bear hed brought with him from home. It was the one he clutched whenever he was nervous, and Ronnie winced, regretting her words. Sometimes the way he talked made it easy to think of him as an adult, but as he pulled the bear to his chest, she knew she shouldnt have been so harsh. Though he was precocious, though he was verbal to the point of annoyance at times, he was small for his age, more the size of a six-or seven-year-old than a ten-year-old. It had never been easy for him. Hed been born three months prematurely, and he suffered from asthma, poor vision, and a lack of fine-motor coordination. She knew kids his age could be cruel.
I didnt mean that. With your glasses, you definitely have eagle eyes.
Yeah, theyre pretty good now, he mumbled, but when he turned away and faced the wall, she winced again. He was a sweet kid. A pain in the butt sometimes, but she knew he didnt have a mean bone in him.
She went over to his bed and sat beside him. Hey, she said. Im sorry. I didnt mean it.
Im just having a bad night.
I know, he said.
Did you go on any of the other rides?
Dad took me on most of them. He almost got sick, but I didnt. And I wasnt scared at all in the haunted house. I could tell the ghosts were fake.
She patted him on the hip. Youve always been pretty brave.
Yeah, he said. Like that time when the lights went out in the apartment? You were scared that night. I wasnt scared, though.
I remember.
He seemed satisfied with her answer. But then he grew quiet, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. Do you miss Mom?
Ronnie reached for the covers. Yeah.
I kind of miss her, too. And I didnt like being here alone.
Dad was in the other room, she said.
I know. But Im glad you came home anyway.
Me, too.
He smiled before looking worried again. Do you think Mom is doing okay?
Shes fine, she assured him. She pulled up the covers. But I know she misses you, too.
In the morning, with sunlight peeking through the curtains, it took Ronnie a few seconds to realize where she was. Blinking at the clock, she thought, Youve got to be kidding me.
Eight oclock? In the morning? In the summer?
She plopped back down, only to find herself staring at the ceiling, already knowing that sleep was out of the question. Not with the sun shooting daggers through the windows. Not with her father already hammering on the piano in the living room. As she suddenly remembered what had happened last night, the anger she felt at what her father had done resurfaced.
Welcome to another day in paradise.
Outside the window, she heard the distant roar of engines. She rose from the bed and pulled aside the curtain, only to jump back, startled at the sight of a raccoon sitting atop a torn bag of garbage. While the strewn garbage was gross, the raccoon was cute, and she tapped the glass, trying to get its attention.
It was only then that she noticed the bars on the window.
Bars. On. The. Window.
Trapped.
Gritting her teeth, she whirled around and marched into the living room. Jonah was watching cartoons and eating a bowl of cereal; her dad glanced up but continued to play.
She put her hands on her hips, waiting for him to stop. He didnt. She noticed that the picture shed thrown was back in place atop the piano, albeit without the glass.
You cant keep me locked up all summer, she said. Its not going to happen.
Her dad glanced up, though he continued to play. What are you talking about?
You put bars on the window! Like Im supposed to be your prisoner?
Jonah continued to watch the cartoon. I told you shed be mad, he commented.
Steve shook his head, his hands continuing to move across the keyboard. I didnt put them up. They came with the house.
I dont believe you.
They did, Jonah said. To protect the art.
Im not talking to you, Jonah! She turned back to her dad. Lets get one thing straight.
Youre not going to spend this summer treating me like Im still a little girl! Im eighteen years old!
You wont be eighteen until August twentieth, Jonah said behind her.
Would you please stay out of this! She whirled around to face him. This is between me and Dad.
Jonah frowned. But youre not eighteen yet.
Thats not the point!
I thought you forgot.
I didnt forget! Im not stupid.
But you said
Would you just shut up for a second? she said, unable to hide her exasperation. She swiveled her gaze back to her dad, whod continued to play, never missing a note. What you did last night was She stopped, unable to put all that was going on, all that had happened, into words. Im old enough to make my own decisions. Dont you get that? You gave up the right to tell me what to do when you walked out the door. And would you please listen to me!
Abruptly, her dad stopped playing.
I dont like this little game youre playing.
He seemed confused. What game?
This! Playing the piano every minute Im here! I dont care how much you want me to play! Im never going to play the piano again! Especially not for you!
Okay.
She waited for more, but there was nothing.
Thats it? she asked. Thats all youre going to say?
Her dad seemed to debate how to answer. Do you want breakfast? I made some bacon.
Bacon? she demanded. You made bacon?
Uh-oh, Jonah said.
Her dad glanced at Jonah.
Shes a vegetarian, Dad, he explained.
Really? he asked.
Jonah answered for her. For three years. But shes weird sometimes, so it makes sense.
Ronnie stared at them in amazement, wondering how the conversation had been hijacked.
This wasnt about bacon, this was about what happened last night. Lets get one thing straight,
she said. If you ever send the police to bring me home again, I wont just refuse to play the piano. I wont just go home. Ill never, ever speak to you again. And if you dont believe me, try me. Ive already gone three years without talking to you, and it was the easiest thing Ive ever done.
With that, she stomped back to her room. Twenty minutes later, after showering and changing, she was out the door.
* * *
Her first thought as she trudged through the sand was that she should have worn shorts.
It was already hot, the air thick with humidity. Up and down the beach, people were already lying on towels or playing in the surf. Near the pier, she spotted half a dozen surfers floating on their boards, waiting for the perfect wave.
Above them, at the head of the pier, the festival was no more. The rides had been disassembled and the booths had already been hauled away, leaving behind only scattered garbage and food remnants. Moving on, she wandered through the towns small business district.
None of the stores were open yet, but most were the kind shed never set foot in anywaytouristy beach shops, a couple of clothing stores that seemed to specialize in skirts and blouses that her mom might wear, and a Burger King and McDonalds, two places she refused to enter on principle. Add in the hotel and half a dozen upscale restaurants and bars, and that was pretty much it. In the end, the only interesting locales were a surf shop, a music store, and an old-fashioned diner where she could imagine hanging out with friends if she ever made any.
She headed back to the beach and skipped down the dune, noting that the crowds had multiplied. It was a gorgeous, breezy day; the sky overhead was a deep, cloudless blue. If Kayla had been here, shed even consider spending the day in the sun, but Kayla wasnt here and she wasnt about to put on her suit and go sit by herself. But what else was there to do?
Maybe she should try to get a job. It would give her an excuse to be out of the house most of the day. She hadnt seen any Help Wanted signs in the windows downtown, but someone had to be hiring, right?
Did you make it home okay? Or did the cop end up making a pass at you?
Looking behind her, Ronnie saw Blaze squinting up at her from the dune. Lost in thought, she hadnt even noticed her.
No, he didnt make a pass at me.
Oh, so you made a pass at him?
Ronnie crossed her arms. Are you done?
Blaze shrugged, her expression mischievous, and Ronnie smiled.
So what happened after I left? Anything exciting?
No. The guys took off and I dont know where they went. I ended up just crashing at Bowers Point.
You didnt go home?
No. She got to her feet, brushing the sand from her jeans. Do you have any money?
Why?
Blaze stood straight. I havent eaten since yesterday morning. Im kind of hungry.
7Will
Will stood in the well beneath the Ford Explorer in his uniform, watching the oil drain while simultaneously doing his best to ignore Scott, something easier said than done. Scott had been haranguing him about the previous evening on and off since theyd arrived at work that morning.
See, you were thinking about this all wrong, Scott continued, trying yet another tack. He retrieved three cans of oil and set them on the shelf beside him. Theres a difference between hooking up and getting back together.
Arent we done with this yet?
We would be if you had any sense. But from where I stand, its obvious you were confused. Ashley doesnt want to get back together with you.
I wasnt confused, Will said. He wiped his hands on a towel. Thats exactly what she was asking.
Thats not what Cassie told me.
Will set aside the towel and reached for his water bottle. His dads shop specialized in brake repairs, oil changes, tune-ups, and front-end alignments, and his dad always wanted the place to look as though the floor had been waxed and the place just opened for business. Unfortunately, air-conditioning hadnt been quite as important to him, and in the summer, the temperature was somewhere between the Mojave and the Sahara. He took a long drink, finishing the bottle before trying to get through to Scott again. Scott was far and away the most stubborn person hed ever known. The guy could seriously drive him nuts.
You dont know Ashley the way I do. He sighed. And besides, its over and done. I dont know why you keep talking about it.
You mean aside from the fact that Harry didnt meet Sally last night? Because Im your friend and I care about you. I want you to enjoy this summer. I want to enjoy this summer. I want to enjoy Cassie.
So go out with her, then.
If only it was that easy. See, last night I suggested the same thing. But Ashley was so upset that Cassie didnt want to leave her.
Im really sorry it didnt work out.
Scott was dubious. Yeah, I can tell.
By that point, the oil had drained. Will grabbed the cans and headed up the steps while Scott stayed below to replace the plug and dump the used oil into the recycling barrel. As Will opened the can and set the funnel, he glanced at Scott below.
Hey, by the way, did you see the girl who stopped the fight? he asked. The one who helped the little boy find his mom?
It took a moment for the words to register. You mean the vampire chick in the cartoon shirt?
Shes not a vampire.
Yeah, I saw her. On the short side, ugly purple streak in her hair, black fingernail polish?
You poured your soda over her, remember? She thought you smelled.
What?
Im just saying, he said, reaching for the pan. You didnt notice her expression after you slammed into her, but I did. She couldnt get away from you fast enough. Hence, you probably smelled.
She had to buy a new shirt.
So?
Will added the second can. I dont know. She just surprised me. And I havent seen her around here before.
I repeat: So?
The thing was, Will wasnt exactly sure why he was thinking about the girl. Particularly considering how little he knew about her. Yeah, she was prettyhed noticed that right off, despite the purple hair and dark mascarabut the beach was full of pretty girls. Nor was it the way shed stopped the fight in its tracks. Instead, he kept coming back to the way shed treated the little boy whod fallen. Hed glimpsed a surprising tenderness beneath her rebellious exterior, and it had piqued his curiosity.
She wasnt like Ashley at all. And it wasnt that Ashley was a bad person, because she wasnt. But there was something superficial about Ashley, even if Scott didnt want to believe it.
In Ashleys world, everyone and everything was put into neat little boxes: popular or not, expensive or cheap, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly. And hed eventually grown tired of her shallow value judgments and her inability to accept or appreciate anything in between.
But the girl with the purple streak in her hair
He knew instinctively that she wasnt that way. He couldnt be absolutely sure, of course, but hed bet on it. She didnt put others into neat little boxes because she didnt put herself in one, and that struck him as refreshing and different, especially when compared with the girls hed known at Laney. Especially Ashley.
Though things were busy at the garage, his thoughts kept drifting back to her more often than he expected.
Not all the time. But enough to make him realize that for whatever reason, he definitely wanted to get to know her a little better, and he found himself wondering whether he would see her again.