The Beginning of After

Chapter Twenty-two



I don’t get it,” said Meg. “This is supposed to be the rice part?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t it look like rice?”

We were standing in front of the full-length mirror in her mom’s room, with big slabs of white Styrofoam hanging off our backs. The Styrofoam was attached to straps that hung over our shoulders, which were attached to big colored sacks of material hanging down the front of our bodies. I don’t think either of us was prepared to admit how moronic the whole thing was.

“No, and these don’t look like pieces of fish.”

“I think it’ll be better once we put on the seaweed,” I offered, pointing to the green felt sashes lying on the floor, which we were supposed to wrap around our middles.

“Tell me again why we agreed to do this?” asked Meg, trying to make her rice slab hang straight.

“You’re the one who likes them so much. And Andie said they really needed a full sushi platter. How could we do that to them? Make them go to the Halloween dance without shrimp and yellowtail? They’d be laughed out of town!”

Meg giggled, then gave me a sideways glance. “You don’t like them?”

“I guess I do. I don’t not like them. They’re nice.”

“Yeah, they are,.” What she didn’t say was, and they’re popular, and she didn’t feel the need to mention that by hanging out with them, my social score has skyrocketed. And I didn’t feel like reminding her out loud that this is all because they want to look like saints for befriending poor Laurel Meisner.

There was so much that Meg and I weren’t saying to each other these days.

“You’re right,” announced Meg, to her reflection in the mirror. “It’ll look better with the seaweed. And Gavin will complete the effect.”

Gavin was going as a giant pair of chopsticks. I just smiled at her and thought, If things were different with Joe, what would he go as? Maybe wasabi? Would a guy ever like me enough to dress up as wasabi? And how exactly would that work, anyway?

It was a Friday night and Halloween itself was the following Thursday, which meant I had just five more days to write my essay for Yale and submit it before the November 1 deadline. I still had no idea what to say, especially whether or not to write about my family. Without that, I was having a hard time finding something to say that mattered, something that would make the Yale admissions department think I was special. I knew I should have been home working on it, but all of this somehow seemed much more important.

“You’ll come up with something in time,” Nana had said confidently. “You always do.”

Downstairs, Meg’s parents and Nana waited with their cameras. Mrs. Dill had changed her mind about “those girls” when Meg brought Andie home for dinner one night, and they all got along famously. Nana had changed her mind the day after my birthday, when Andie came to the house with a card and a gift certificate for a mani-pedi at Happy Nails “from all of us.” If there was a way to Nana’s heart, it was through good grooming.

More photos in front of the staircase. Nana didn’t really get the sushi thing, but she made a big deal out of us anyway. Then she took Meg into the kitchen, just the two of them, and I heard her whispering something about not leaving my side. The whole scene was such a flashback to prom—we all felt it, I could tell—that I couldn’t blame Nana. I was even a little grateful, and glad she’d postponed her trip home yet again to be here.

We neatly folded the costumes and loaded them into Meg’s car before driving to school for the dance. We were both wearing white head to toe, and glowed a little in the fluorescent light above the Dills’ driveway. Before we climbed in, Meg and I stood on either side of the car, looking at each other over its glossy black roof.

“I feel like we’re going to a mime party,” I said, unable to hide the shaky nervousness in my voice.

“You’ll be fine,” said Meg, but she sounded unconvinced.


We’d been worried about being late, but as soon as we pulled into the school parking lot I realized we were going to be among the nerds who showed up first. There were only a handful of other cars there.

“It’s okay, we need the time to get dressed,” said Meg.

So we stood behind the Toyota, yet again putting on the Styrofoam and the green felt belts, hoping nobody saw us until we were together with the rest of our platter. And then we waited, huddled in the shadows between the car and a tree, just a pair of raw delicacies watching other kids arrive.

Meg offered commentary.

“Luke Trumbull is Frankenstein. That’s old school. Oh, look! Somebody’s Thing One and Thing Two from Cat in the Hat. Can’t tell who yet, they’re too far away.”

Finally, we saw Andie’s Beetle swoop in, and we made our way to where she was parking.

“You guys look yummy!” she said, then Hannah and two of their friends climbed out. We helped them get their costumes on, and together, we looked less stupid. Hannah had designed and made them, so she was extra proud as she herded us toward the school, snapping pictures of us from behind.

“Let’s get a group shot before we go in,” said Hannah as we reached the main entrance. We arranged ourselves on the steps, our arms around one another, while Andie flagged down a sophomore to snap the photo for us. He looked thrilled at the opportunity and made a big deal out of positioning the camera.

“Say ‘sake’!” he said.

“Sake!” we all echoed, smiling.

He took a photo, then said, “One more, the other way.” As he was turning the camera, something caught my eye off to the right, near where the squat, round auditorium building sat like a big tuna can in front of the school.

The bear statue appeared to be moving.

No wait. Not the bear statue. A person standing in front of the bear statue, shadowed in silhouette.

A person who looked like he could be David.

“Say ‘sayonara’!” said the sophomore, trying so hard to be cool.

I was afraid to turn my eyes away, in case what I saw disappeared, but Meg tightened her arm around me and I glanced at the camera long enough to get blinded by the flash.

Now I couldn’t see anything by the auditorium except white sparks. Meg and the rest of the platter headed into the school, but I just stood there on the steps, watching the sparks fade from my vision.

The David-person moved again, and I started to move toward him, walking across the wet grass in my white sneakers, not caring about how muddy they were getting. Finally I reached pavement again, the walkway in front of the auditorium, and now I could see him unshadowed. He saw me, too.

“Laurel,” he said simply.

His hair was longer now, brushing the tops of his shoulders, and the weight of it made it hang straight and shiny. He’d lost more weight and gotten kind of tan. He looked about five years older.

And then there was me, dressed as sushi.

“Hi, David.”

His eyes swept up my costume, but stopped before they got to my face.

“Don’t tell me. Yellowtail, right?”

“How did you know?”

David smiled sideways. “In California, there’s sushi everywhere. I ate a lot of it.”

“There you are!” I heard Meg’s voice behind me and spun around. She was panting. “I thought you were with me, I’m sorry. It was so crowded it took me a few minutes to realize—”

Meg caught sight of David and her mouth dropped open.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked angrily. It was what I had planned to say, once I’d decided which was weirder: David showing up like this, or David knowing what kind of fish I was supposed to be.

“I’m here to see Laurel,” said David, now raising his eyes to mine. They were perfectly round and completely open, telling me it was okay to let my gaze lock on. “I just got in tonight and I went to your house . . . to see Masher . . . and nobody’s home. And I knew there was a dance here so I figured I could find you. . . .”

He wanted to see his dog. Well, of course. I dropped my eyes away.

“Laurel, maybe you can give him your house keys? Your grandmother’s probably still at my place.”

I looked at Meg, then behind her at the lights of the school as they seemed to quiver from the energy of the dance. Music boomed from the gym, where no doubt the rest of our sushi platter was looking for us, and Gavin was wandering around as a big pair of chopsticks with nothing to pick up. Joe was miles away ripping ticket stubs at the movie theater, and I had nobody hoping to see me.

“Meg, just go in,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Just go. To the dance. I’ll . . .” I glanced at David. “I’ll go home with him.”

“But you’ll miss the fun,” she said weakly.

“Not really,” I said. “And you’ll have more of it without me there.”

Meg tilted her head as if she was about to shake it in denial, but stopped. She knew I was right.

“What do I tell the girls?”

“Tell them I realized I wasn’t ready for a big social event yet. It’s kind of the truth anyway.”

“Let me go with you,” she said hesitantly.

“No, I want you to stay.”

“I promised Nana . . .”

“She’ll be okay with this, I swear.”

Meg narrowed her eyes. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Please just go. I’ll fill you in later.” I wasn’t sure if that was true.

Meg gave me a confused, dirty look before walking back to school without saying good-bye. I watched her rectangle of white Styrofoam grow smaller on her way across the grass, then turned back to David.

“Thank you,” he said. “I really can’t wait to see Masher.”

“He can’t wait to see you,” I replied, and started following David to his father’s Jaguar, which was parked in the faculty lot and definitely not shiny anymore.


We drove to my house in silence. My costume was wedged in the Jaguar’s backseat, and I fought the urge to climb back there with it. Anything to not be sitting silently next to David, dressed head to toe in white like a gigantic neon sign of dorkiness.

When we passed the Kaufmans’ house on the way to mine, David craned his neck to look up at it, not bothering to hide the pain in his eyes.

We pulled into my driveway, the Volvo still absent, but he didn’t turn off the car. He just stared straight ahead at our garage door.

“Sometimes I play that night over in my head, with things going differently,” he said. It came out sounding distracted, dreamy.

I didn’t answer.

“You know, like, instead of going to Kevin’s to piss off my parents, I do the decent thing and go with them to Freezy’s. We would have had to go in two cars.”

He looked at me, and I tried to hide the shock on my face.

“It might have changed everything,” he said.

I thought of my Wondering Well. It had been Suzie’s suggestion. Every time I felt myself drowning in what-ifs, I wrote them down on a piece of paper, folded it up, threw it in an old mayonnaise jar, and screwed the lid back on tight. It was a way of getting them out, letting them go.

My Wondering Well was getting full, and I’d need to find another jar soon.

Swallowing hard, I finally said, “It might have. But it didn’t.”

David sighed and nodded, then turned the car off and sat there, his hands still on the wheel.

“I’ve been driving for so long,” he said softly, “it still feels weird to stop.”

Silence again. It felt like David needed me to take the lead here. We’re on my turf now. So I just said, “Thanks for the letters.”

He turned to look at me, expressionless.

“I mean, Masher thanks you. I think they smelled familiar or something.”

David smiled wistfully. “I’m glad he liked them.”

“Let’s go see him,” I said, opening the car door. We climbed out of the Jaguar, and now he was following me to the house.

As soon as I took out my keys and they jingled, we could hear Masher barking and panting inside, which made David laugh. In seconds the door was open, and Masher leapt through the doorway straight at David, a frantic blur, and had his paws on David’s chest and his tongue on David’s face. He’d known David was there, even though we hadn’t said a word. Somehow, he was sure of it.

I stepped around them into the house, toward my room, so I could change out of all that white. When I got there, I walked into my closet and closed the door behind me, thinking of David’s eyes laser-beaming at the place he’d always called home.

Sometimes I play that night over in my head.

It had never occurred to me that David was haunted by the wondering too. It was so simple, and so obvious.

I cried hard but quietly with relief in the dark.