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“I just,” she began softly, “I just needed to tell somebody.”
The line went quiet again. She heard a crackle of movement. His voice lowered as he said, “Are you sure you didn’t just imagine it? I mean, you were reading right before you left.”
Did he think she was in kindergarten? “I know the difference between a story and reality. Besides, I heard voices, and the gate rattling behind me after I got out of the park.”
“And aside from the obvious choice that is me, you can’t think of anyone else?” His tone dripped sarcasm, and she didn’t have to guess to know who he meant.
“He wouldn’t,” she said.
“I can see there’s a lot you assume he wouldn’t do.”
To this, she remained silent.
“You didn’t see who it was at all?” he asked.
“No, that’s just the thing—”
“Hold on,” he said.
Isobel went quiet and listened. She could hear him moving around on the other end again, a door opening, and then a man’s voice.
“Varen, it’s nine,” the voice said. “No phone after nine. You know that.”
Uh, say what? He had a phone curfew? Horrors.
“Who is that? Who are you talking to?” asked the voice.
Isobel heard Varen mumble some kind of a response, though she couldn’t hear what he said because it sounded like the phone had been wrapped in cloth.
“Well, time to say good-bye,” the man’s voice said. “Tell them you’ll talk tomorrow.”
Isobel heard the shuffle of movement again, and then Varen’s voice returned.
“I gotta go,” he said.
“Okay. . . . Uh, I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”
Silence.
“Hello?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Sure.”
13
Watched
Isobel sat at the kitchen table, staring down into the floating bits of cereal in her breakfast bowl, feeling not unlike day-old roadkill—soggy, drained, and flattened. She was achy and congested, too; like little magic bunnies had visited her sometime during the whole four hours she’d slept and stuffed her head full of wet cotton. Every noise—the clank of dishes in the kitchen sink, the shuffle of footsteps in the hall, the crinkle of her dad’s newspaper—sounded as though it was coming from somewhere deep underground.
She glanced up from the table, chewing, and squinted down the hallway, to where Danny’s backpack lay beside the umbrella stand. Vaguely she wondered what she’d done with her own. Then she remembered.
Isobel dropped her spoon. It clanged loudly against her bowl.
She launched up from her seat.
“Isobel?” her dad asked from the other end of the table. She didn’t bother to answer. She raced down the hall, then burst through the front door.
The morning air hit her cold, its moisture flooding her lungs, reawakening all the pangs from last night. A deep ache seeped from her bones and resurfaced in her muscles as she forced herself to move. Wet grass whipped at the hems of her jeans.
