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“You don’t believe her. ”
“I haven’t made my mind up yet. But you know what happens if I find out she’s seeing him behind my back. ”
Fuck. Yes. I know what happens.
He’ll toss her out on her ass, and she’ll deserve it.
Frankie, too. Bo’s not going to be raising a nine-year-old kid who doesn’t belong to him. Not without my mom in his bed.
He turns toward me. Walks close, clamps his hand over my shoulder. “I wish it wasn’t like this,” he says.
I can’t look at him. I look out at the stars and finish the cigarette.
It’s the weight of the past, suspended over our heads by a frayed rope.
It’s a woman holding a knife in her hand, one cut that could ruin everything for me. Ruin Frankie. Ruin Bo. Ruin her.
It’s like this, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Frankie flings herself over the back of the couch, her forearm pressing against my windpipe. “Do you really have to go?”
I tilt my head back and grab her by the waist to flip her over onto my lap.
In the air, she feels so insubstantial, her bones hollow like a bird’s. I tickle her until she’s shrieking.
“Quit it, West! Swear to God, quit, stop, please! West!”
I let up, and she scrambles away from me, skinny legs in skinny jeans, thick socks, a shirt with short little zippers at the shoulders that isn’t warm enough for winter or young enough for her.
Mom and Bo are both at work. This morning it’s just Franks and me and a bus I’ve got to catch if I’m going to make my flight back to school.
I’m leaving, but I don’t think I’ll be away for long.
Since that night out in the greenhouse with Bo, I can hear the clock ticking. The hands are flying around the dial like in some movie, blurring, blending, until time is tissue-paper thin.
My mother’s eyes never light on anything for long. Her hands are nervous, her replies evasive.
Weeks from now, months if I’m lucky, I’m going to get a call that makes me drop everything and fly home. And the truth is, I don’t have to go to Putnam at all.
I never had to.
I told myself when I left for school that I was doing it for Frankie and Mom, but I could have taken better care of them if I’d stayed here. Enrolled at the community college. Kept an eye on Frankie, kept my dad out of that trailer.
I went to Putnam because I wanted to.
I wanted to know who I could be if I wasn’t tethered to this place. What I could accomplish on my own.
Anything, Caroline would tell me. You can do anything.
She believes it, too.
Caroline could never understand how selfish a thought like that can be. How selfish I am for having left and for being about to leave again when I know how things are here.
Frankie’s smiling at me, breathing hard, her collarbones peeking out of the neckline of her shirt, her bottom lip chapped, her teeth a little too big for her face.
She’s got black crap all around her eyes, long earrings dangling almost to her shoulders.
She’s nine years old.
