Roger showed up a couple of hours later—I guess his car had been repaired—and made Mom look fancy; then he left, and Mom and Luke got picked up by a limousine.
Mom had asked Lorena to babysit so I’d be free to study. Lorena made chicken and rice for dinner, and the three of us ate together. I taught Jakie to clink his water glass with mine before we drank. He loved that and wanted to do it over and over again.
The speech therapist he was now seeing a couple times a week said we should get him to say words whenever possible, and had suggested a few she knew he could do. So I made him say “more” before each click. It sounded kind of like “mah” when he said it, but it was close enough. The second he’d say, “Mah,” I’d click my glass against his and cry out, “Cheers!” or “Skol!” or a couple of times “Cheese—I mean, cheers!” which totally cracked him up. I started laughing because he was laughing—Jacob’s laugh was like bubbles and puppies; you couldn’t resist it.
Mom couldn’t be right: no way was this happy, adorable kid autistic.
Eventually Lorena whisked him away for his bedtime bath and I settled down to work on some practice SAT questions. But I kept checking my phone for texts. I wasn’t expecting any—I just didn’t feel like studying.
The doorbell rang, which meant it had to be someone who already knew the gate code. I ran into the foyer and opened the front door.
“If you’re checking up on whether or not I’m studying, I am,” I told George, who was standing on the front step with a bag in his hand.
“Why do you assume I’m some kind of study cop?” he said. “I actually think you should just relax and go to sleep early.”
“Oh. Well, Mom wanted me to pound the books. So why are you here?”
“I brought you some stuff.” He handed me the bag. “Nothing big. I just wanted to say good luck and let you know I’m rooting for you. Even if you haven’t always been the most cooperative student.”
“Let’s not start with the postmortem. Mom still wants you to help me with my applications, you know.”
“Terrific,” he said. “Lots more opportunities to get on each other’s nerves!”
“And I’ll take advantage of every one of them.”
“I’m sure you will.” He started to turn and stopped. “Oh, can you do me a favor and text me Heather’s address? I have a bag for her, too.”
“You know she lives in the Valley, right?”
“That’s okay. It’s a nice night for a drive.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said eagerly. “I’m going crazy stuck at home and it’s hard to find her house.” The second half was sort of a lie, but the first half couldn’t have been truer.
He hesitated. “Your mother—”
I cut him off. “She’s going to be out late. She’ll never even know I left. She and Luke went out and left me here alone the night before the SATs. How mean is that?”
“I’m calling social services.”
“You should.” I clasped my hands. “Please, George? I’ll bring my notes in the car. I’ll read them out loud and we’ll discuss anything I don’t understand. That will be better than studying by myself—my attention drifts when I’m alone. You’ll help me concentrate. Anyway, you just said I shouldn’t study anymore and I should relax!”
He laughed. “How can you make arguments that contradict each other in the same breath?”
“It takes skill. Wait here!” Before he could say no, I ran away from the front door and shoved my feet into flip-flops.
“This is such a good idea,” I said when I rejoined George at the door. I grabbed his elbow and pulled him down the steps toward his Prius, which was parked in the half circle of gravel in front of our house. “Heather needs me. She was freaking out last time I talked to her. She’s probably chewed off all of her fingernails by now. Plus her fingertips.”
He held the passenger door open for me. “She’d be less nervous if you stopped talking about how you both have to get into Elton College.”
I slid inside and waited until he was settled in the driver’s seat to respond. “She’s always nervous—she panics when she takes a Cosmo quiz. And I have faith that we’ll both get in. So don’t sound all doubty when you see her, okay? That won’t help.”
He raised his eyebrows as he backed up. “Just to be clear, if doubty shows up as a vocabulary choice tomorrow, don’t pick it. And speaking of vocabulary, where are those notes of yours?”
“I forgot them. It’s too dark anyway.”
“All right then.” He drove onto the street. “Define effervescent.”
“Bubbly and delightful, like me.” It was too dark for me actually to see him rolling his eyes, but I knew he was.
He continued to test my vocabulary the entire way. Couldn’t stump me though.
I texted Heather when we were close to her house, and she was waiting out front when we pulled up at the curb. “Please come inside,” she begged us as soon as we got out. “Just for a few minutes. My mother’s been quizzing me, and I keep getting everything wrong, and we’re both freaking out.”
“You’re going to do fine,” George said. “You’ve got this.”
I texted the word hypocrite to his cell phone. He glanced down when it buzzed, shot me an annoyed look, then stuck it in his pocket. “Here,” he said to Heather, handing her the bag he’d taken out of the car with him. “I made you both care packages.”
“That’s so sweet!” Heather said.
“I forgot to open mine,” I said as we walked up the path to her house.
“You can look at it when you get home,” George said. “It’s not that exciting.”
“What’s that?” her mother asked as soon as she spotted the bag in Heather’s hand. She’d been standing inside the front doorway, watching us walk up, and greeted me now with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hello, Ellie. Who’s your friend?”
I explained who George was.
“And you’re here . . . why exactly?” she asked with a smile that showed her teeth and made me feel sorry for George.