‘This is new to us, you know?
Your mother’s sorry. She’s sorry that she hurt your feelings, and she wants you to invite your girlfriend over to dinner.’
‘So that she can make her feel bad and weird?’
‘Well, she is kind of weird, isn’t she?’
Park didn’t have the energy to be angry. He sighed and let his head fall back on the chair. His dad kept talking.
‘Isn’t that why you like her?’
Park knew he should still be mad.
He knew there were big chunks of this situation that were completely uncool and out of order.
But
he
wasn’t
grounded
anymore, he was going to get to spend more time with Eleanor …
Maybe they’d even find a way to be alone. Park couldn’t wait to tell her. He couldn’t wait for morning.
CHAPTER 24
Eleanor
It was a terrible thing to admit. But sometimes Eleanor slept right through the yelling.
Especially after she’d been back a couple months. If she were to wake up every time Richie got angry … If she got scared every time she heard him yelling in the back room …
Sometimes Maisie would wake her up, crawling into the top bunk. Maisie wouldn’t let Eleanor see her cry during the day, but she shook like a little baby and sucked her thumb at night. All five of them had learned to cry without making any noise. ‘It’s okay,’
Eleanor would say, hugging her.
‘It’s okay.’
Tonight, when Eleanor woke up, she knew something was different.
She heard the back door slam open. And she realized that, before she’d been quite awake, she’d heard men’s voices outside.
Men cursing.
There was more slamming in the kitchen – and then gunshots.
Eleanor knew they were gunshots, even though she’d never heard any before.
Gang members, she thought.
Drug
dealers.
Rapists.
Gang
members who were also drug-dealing rapists. She could imagine a thousand heinous people who might have some bone to pick out of Richie’s skull – even his friends were scary.
She must have started to get out of bed as soon as she heard the gunshots. She was already on the bottom bunk, crawling over Maisie.
‘Don’t
move,’
she
whispered, not sure whether Maisie was awake.
Eleanor opened the window just enough to fit through. There wasn’t any screen. She climbed out and ran as lightly as she could off the porch. She stopped at the house next door – an old guy named Gil lived there. He wore suspenders with T-shirts and gave them dirty looks when he was sweeping his sidewalk.
Gil took forever to answer the door, and when he did, Eleanor realized she’d used up all her adrenaline knocking.
‘Hi,’ she said weakly.
He looked mean and mad as spit. Gil could dirty-look Tina right under the table, and then he’d probably kick her.
‘Can I use your phone?’ she asked. ‘I need to call the police.’
‘What?’ Gil barked. His hair was oiled down, and he even wore suspenders with his pajamas.
‘I need to call 911,’ she said.
She sounded like she was trying to borrow a cup of sugar. ‘Or maybe you could call 911 for me? There are men in my house with …
guns. Please.’
Gil didn’t seem impressed, but he let her in. His house was really nice inside. She wondered if he used to have a wife – or if he just really liked ruffles. The phone was in the kitchen. ‘I think there are men in my house,’ Eleanor told the 911 operator. ‘I heard gunshots.’
Gil didn’t tell her to leave, so she waited for the police in his kitchen. He had a whole pan of brownies on the counter, but he didn’t
offer
her
any.
His
refrigerator was covered with magnets shaped like states, and he had an egg timer that looked like a chicken. He sat at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette. He didn’t offer her one of those either.
When the police pulled up, Eleanor walked out of the house, feeling silly suddenly about her bare feet. Gil shut the door behind her.
The cops didn’t get out of their car. ‘You called 911?’ one of them asked.
‘I think there’s somebody in my house,’ she said shakily. ‘I heard
people
yelling
and
gunshots.’
‘All right,’ he said. ‘Hang on a minute, and we’ll go in with you.’
With me, Eleanor thought. She wasn’t going back in there at all.
What was she going to say to the Hells Angels in her living room?
The police officers – two big guys in tall black boots – parked and followed her up onto the porch.
‘Go ahead,’ one said, ‘open the door.’
‘I can’t. It’s locked.’
‘How’d you get out?’
‘The window.’
‘Then go back through the window.’
The next time Eleanor called 911, she was going to request cops who wouldn’t send her alone into an occupied building. Did firemen do this, too? Hey, kid, you go in first and unlock the door.
She climbed in the window, climbed
over
Maisie
(still
sleeping), ran into the living room, opened the front door, then ran back to her room and sat on the bottom bunk.