I stormed down the hall and out the front door. I leaned against one of the porch beams, listening to the sound of the lubbers eating away at our town—the way something was eating away at my mind.
Out on my front porch, the growing dark was equal parts warm and sad. Through the open window, I could hear pans clattering, floorboards complaining as Amma beat the kitchen into submission. She must have given up on the charms for tonight. The familiar rhythm of her sounds didn’t cheer me up like it usually did, though. It made me feel guiltier, which made my heart pound harder, which made me pace faster, until the floorboards on the porch were groaning almost as loud as the ones in the kitchen.
On either side of the wall, we were both full of secrets and lies.
I wondered if the worn wooden floor in Wate’s Landing was the only place in Gatlin that knew all the skeletons in my family’s closet. I’d ask Aunt Del to take a look, if her powers ever started working again.
It was dark now, and I needed to talk to someone. Amma wasn’t an option anymore. I pressed number three on my speed dial. I didn’t want to admit that I couldn’t remember the number I’d called a hundred times.
I was forgetting things all the time now, and I didn’t know why. But I knew it wasn’t good.
I heard someone pick up. “Aunt Marian?”
“Ethan? Are you all right?” She sounded surprised to hear my voice on the other end of the line.
I’m not all right. I’m scared and confused. And I’m pretty sure none of us are going to be all right.
I forced the words out of my head, lowering my voice. “Yeah. I’m fine. How are you holding up?”
She sounded tired. “You know, Ethan, your mom would be proud of this town. I’ve had more people come in and volunteer to help rebuild the library than ever came in the whole time it was standing.”
“Yeah, well. I guess that’s the thing about burning books. It all depends on who burns them.”
Her voice lowered. “Any luck with the answer to that? Who burned them?” The way she said it, I could tell it was all she’d thought about—and this time, she knew Mrs. Lincoln wasn’t the culprit.
“That’s why I’m calling. Can you do me a favor?”
Can you make everything the way it used to be, when my biggest problem was getting stuck reading car magazines at the Stop & Steal with the guys?
“Anything.”
Anything that doesn’t get me involved in a way I can’t be. That’s what she meant.
“Can you meet me at Ravenwood? I need to talk to you and Macon—and everyone, I guess.”
Silence. The sound of Marian thinking. “About this?”
“Sort of.”
More silence. “Things aren’t good for me right now, EW. If the Council of the Far Keep thought I was violating the rules again—”
“You’re going to visit a friend at his house. That can’t be against the rules.” Could it? “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. It’s about more than the library, the heat—what’s happening in town. It’s about the Eighteenth Moon.”
Please. You and Amma are all I have, and she’s gone darker than she ever has. And I can’t talk to my mom. So it has to be you.
I knew the answer before she said a word. If there was one thing I loved about Marian, it was how she always heard what was being said, even if no one was saying it. “Give me a few minutes.”
I snapped my phone shut and tossed it onto the step next to me. Time for another call, no phone required. I stared up at the sky. The stars were starting to come out, the moon already waiting.
L? Are you there?
There was a long pause, and I could feel Lena slowly begin to relax her mind into mine until we were connected again.
I’m here, Ethan.
We need to figure this out. After what happened at County Care, we can’t waste any more time. Find your uncle. I already called Marian, and I’ll pick up Link on my way over.
What about Amma?
I wanted to tell her what happened tonight, but it hurt too much.
She’s in a bad place right now. Can you ask your gramma?
She’s not here. But Aunt Del is. And it will be hard to leave Ridley out.
That wasn’t going to help the situation, but if Link was coming, it was going to be impossible to keep her away.
You never know, we might get lucky. Maybe Rid will be too busy sticking pins in little cheerleader voodoo dolls.
Lena laughed, but I didn’t. I couldn’t imagine dolls that didn’t smell like the poison burning in Amma’s room. I felt a kiss on my cheek, even though I was alone on the porch.
On my way.
I didn’t bring up the name of the other person who would be there. Then again, neither did Lena.
Back inside, Aunt Grace and Aunt Mercy were watching Jeopardy!, which I hoped would be a good distraction, since Amma knew all the answers and pretended she didn’t. And the Sisters knew none and insisted they did.