“Someone...from camp had one, and I remembered what was in it. I mostly copied.”
She closed the book to hold it in both hands. “I’ll leave you a few notes. Maybe I’ll get you some stickers and some washi tape to go with it? You could decorate it a little.”
That was a bit of a shock to me. It was nice of her. My stepmother would have never offered to purchase stickers for me for anything. I held my hand to my chest and nodded. “Oh...okay.”
“When you get back, I’ll show you how I decorate my planner.” She looked over my clothes and then scrunched her eyebrows. “Is that what you’re wearing? And you haven’t done your hair. Or your makeup.”
I reflexively looked down at my clothes, wondering what was wrong with them. Too nice? I’d brushed my hair and put it in a clip like usual. “I don’t really have any makeup,” I said. I didn’t know the first bit about it, other than what we’d used to cover up bruises.
She nodded sagely and put down the clothing she was sorting. She ushered me out of the laundry room. “Don’t worry, Sang. I’ve got plenty to share here. We should always look like refined little ladies.”
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Ten minutes later, I walked out of the house with my face stiff, my hair uncomfortable and a hot blush on my cheeks.
Gabriel would be horrified. They all would be.
My hair was puffy around my face, a lot like Carol’s style.
My clothes were replaced with a stiff, itchy dress that she said she loved. The skirt came down beyond the knees, light blue with white polka dots. She had me wear a slip, which was a little snug on me, but it puffed the skirt out a bit. She even let me borrow a string of pearls.
The worst was the makeup. It was layered thick, and my lashes felt heavy after she applied fake ones. I hovered my fingers over my face, wanting to wipe the heaviness of lipstick away from my mouth. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
“This is perfect,” she’d said, asking me to turn around in the living room when she was finished with me. “I never had daughters. You’ll get a lot of people asking who the pretty little doll is.”
I did feel like a doll. Or like someone else.
She didn’t ask how I wanted things, or seek my opinion on it. She just said do this or that.
How different her requests felt from Gabriel’s. While he did pick out clothes for me, he usually asked if I liked them too. He’d say, “How does this feel? Do you like it? What do you think of the color?” Even if I didn’t have an opinion, he always seemed to consider my feelings. If I didn’t like it, it went away.
Sometimes he was demanding, like with my hair clip, but he teased me, and I adored him.
With Carol, I felt like I had to do what she wanted, and agree with her. I was lying to make her happy.
And she never asked once what I thought.
Outside, a thin sheet of clouds drifted across the sun, keeping the morning cool. I took to the driveway and then to the street, after promising Carol walking was just fine and she didn’t have to drive me. She wasn’t totally against it. She thought it’d give me a chance to show off to the neighborhood.
I walked quickly away from the house. It was harder to do in the hard shoes she had given me.
When I got to Nathan’s, I went through the garage to get out of view of the street in case Carol happened to look out the window, but from this angle, she’d have to be standing in the garage. I would have spotted her.
Once I was inside the garage, I rushed to the door, eager to get in.
And embarrassed to be seen like this.
Change
DR. GREEN
(Ten minutes earlier...)
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The crash of metal against stone could be heard from the street as Sean rounded the curve of Sunnyvale Court. He wasn’t sure where it was coming from until he parked at Kota’s house, got out of his car and heard it coming from across the street.
Like construction noise.
Nathan’s house was under attack? What were they doing in there?
Sean jogged across the street. As he got closer to Nathan’s house, he heard shouting, another crack of stone and a large thud. The front door was unlocked. He opened it slowly, waiting and listening.
He had a small bit of déjà vu, expecting Mr. Griffin with all the noise and the shouting. Had he flown back without anyone being notified? Had they missed a notification while focusing on Sang?
It was louder inside, but there was nothing immediately evident in the foyer. Sean tensed, eased against the wall, and peered around the corner.
Just in case...
The kitchen and dining areas were fine. Behind them was a hallway...
North stood in the doorway of the open bathroom, blocking the view. He was in his usual black T-shirt, black jeans and boots. He was clean, so he wasn’t hurt, but his shoulders were squared off. He was ready to fight.
“What’s this?” Sean barked at him, coming forward. His heart was racing, but if North had cornered someone, he needed to get in there and help. “What’s the problem?”
North turned around, face red and tight with anger. “Ask Nathan. I just got here. He’s over here, hammering away at the walls.”
Nathan? Sean wedged himself between North and the door frame to peer inside.
The bathroom light was off, but the blinds were open. Nathan stood halfway in the standing shower. He wore pajama pants, no shirt, no shoes. No safety gear of any sort. He held a sledgehammer up. With a quick flex of his muscles as he lunged, the hammer crashed down heavily on top of the half wall of the shower, shaking the whole place.
The glass divider had already been removed. Slate and drywall lay crumbled at his feet. Gray dust drifted through the air. The wooden supports were exposed; a few more hits and the half wall would be gone.
The last swing had Nathan shoulders shaking, and he paused, catching his breath. He put the head of the hammer down on the floor.
He glared at the wall with bared teeth. An angry tension seemed to rise in him all over again as his muscles flexed. He was only waiting to take another swing because he needed to catch his breath.
“Uh, Nathan?” Sean asked, catching the worn-out expression on Nathan’s face and the dark circles under his eyes. It was like he’d jumped out of bed angry and decided to take it out on the wall.
His face was tight. His blue eyes glinted with determination, and he shot a look at Sean, his intensity something Sean had witnessed only on rare occasions, like when he was at a tournament, about to take on a challenger who was trying to bully him to throw him off his game.
You didn’t want to get between a man’s sledgehammer and his target if he had a face like that.
Sean recoiled a bit, checking in with North. What happened to set him off? And how do we get him to stop to talk to us without getting a hammer thrown at us?
North had no answer for him, only glaring and waiting.