The car’s front passenger door opens. Annie appears.
Her sense of style has grown up some but still includes buttoned collared shirts and the French braid she’s always worn.
She says, “You didn’t call me back.”
Does she think her disappointed tone means something to me? Or does she not even know she does it?
My heart’s pounding anyway. Not from her tone, but from her being here at all. It can’t be good. She walks to the trunk as it slowly opens with a hiss.
I step out onto the porch. “What do you want?”
Annie picks up a cardboard box the size of a microwave, and then she closes the trunk gracefully with one hand. She walks along the sidewalk and up to meet me without cutting across the grass. She doesn’t look remotely sick. She looks done up—beautiful, even. But supposedly so was Lucifer.
“I have something to give you before we leave town.”
“To Connecticut?”
I’m not sure why I feel the need to tell her I know this. I’ve never liked how competitive she is, or how competitive I sometimes became when around her.
“Paris.” She smiles.
She doesn’t sound sarcastic. It seems like one of her self-important pronouncements.
“Why’d you tell Zumi and Connor you were going to your uncle’s?”
“We are, until we find our own place. He lives in Paris now.”
“Your own place? You’re not coming back?”
Annie holds out the box. “Here.”
I cross my arms. “What’s in it?”
“Mostly Zumi’s stuff. Some of Connor’s.”
A loud hum from the car makes me jump. The driver’s window lowers two inches.
“Annie,” her mom says impatiently.
The window slides closed again. The skin down my neck and back tightens.
Annie rattles the box. “Are you going to take this?”
“Why don’t you give it to them?”
She sighs and sets it down on the porch.
I get it. Annie lied about being sick to keep Zumi and Connor away, so they wouldn’t see her family packing. It strikes me that Annie and I have both lied to them about being sick in order to hide something.
I say, “You’re not going to tell Zumi?”
Annie’s eyes roll. It’s genuine and crude—not one of her poised, choreographed looks. Then she walks backward toward the car and points at the box. “She can sort out what’s hers and what’s Connor’s.”
Something about this doesn’t add up.
I drop my arms. “Why didn’t you just mail this?”
“I thought you and I could be friends again someday. When we grew up. After everything blew over. Maybe we still can?”
She looks for something in my eyes. Whatever it is, she’s not going to find it. I’m not her minion anymore. I wouldn’t follow her if I was lost and she knew the way to heaven.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be,” she says, pouting her lips. It almost seems sincere. Then she shrugs. “C’est la vie.”
“So …” I say, trying to wrap my head around this. “You’re just leaving?”
Annie cocks her head. “Already sold the house.” She pats the hood of the car. “And the Beamer. All we have to do is drop it off. Plane leaves in three hours.”
“You have to at least say good-bye—”
“I am saying good-bye—”
“To someone who cares. You …” I swallow. “You know how Zumi feels about you.”
Annie shrugs. “I know how I feel about her.”
I clench my fists. “God, you’re unbelievable. What would it cost you to tell her you’re sorry you have to go?”
“Wow, Mel … it’s been a while since I’ve seen you this worked up. Don’t waste it trying to protect someone you’re not friends with anymore. Someone who hates you.”
Annie opens the car door.
I step down off the porch. “You really came here thinking … what? That I’d want to see you again? You don’t care about anybody. At least now Zumi will finally believe it.”
“She’ll get over it. You did. Au revoir.”
The instant she closes the door, the car accelerates away and turns the corner without slowing at the stop sign.
I sit down hard on the porch next to the box. I can’t look at it.
Ten minutes later the front door opens.
“Mel?” HJ says. “Something wrong?”
Only that I gave away Zumi, my best friend, to someone she wanted more, walked away, watched the bridges burn, and now it was all for nothing.
“Mel?”
I can’t explain it. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know where to begin.
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HUMMINGBIRD IS FLYING
HAMMERHEAD IS CRUISING
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