“Where are your things?” she asked quickly.
“Still at camp,” I said. With the phone tucked into the shorts behind my back, I wondered if they could hear this. “I came as quickly as I could. My stuff will be brought back for me later.”
She turned the full force of her eyes, accusing, in my direction. “And how in the world did you get permission to go on this trip? Your father didn’t know about it.”
I dropped my gaze from her face to her black shirt. My cheeks burned. “I didn’t...it was hard to contact him.” Who was she? And why did she care?
“That doesn’t give you permission to go. And what’s this news I heard from your school counselor about skipping classes?” she asked.
My throat closed in as I stared at her. School counselor? Mrs. Wright? This made me think she was from social services, but why vacuum the floor? “I think there was a mistake—”
I stopped when my father stepped in from the kitchen. His hair seemed grayer to me, starting from the temples and threading back into the dark. His skin was a deep tan color, his eyes dark, like Marie’s. He was in what Marie and I knew to be his weekend wear: a pair of old brown slacks too worn for work and a gray sweatshirt, dingy at the elbows and tattered at the sleeves.
The woman turned to him and looked over his attire. Wrinkles formed at her lips as she frowned. “I think you can afford more suitable casual clothes, dear.”
Dear? My jaw fell open and I looked at Marie.
Marie’s eyebrows were up, her eyes wide. I told you.
Was this... this was...
“Sang,” my father said, his voice gruffer than I remembered. “This is Carol. She...” He paused.
“I’m his new wife,” she said and straightened her stance, rolling her shoulders back. “Unofficial yet, but it’s close enough for me. We’ve been meaning to contact a lawyer to go after those very complicated divorce papers, since she’s been in the hospital.” She shot a look at my father. “Right?”
His eyes dropped. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll figure it out.”
I knew my father well enough to know that “I’ll figure it out” usually meant he didn’t know and he’d wait until people forgot and never do it. He avoided looking at any of us, one of the hallmarks of our family: never look anyone in the eyes.
Marie’s eyes were wide, and wild, but her lips stayed firmly closed. I kept my questions to myself, afraid to speak. Did it matter what I said? The guys, if they could see and hear all this, were probably already working out what to do.
I couldn’t have pictured this.
I wasn’t prepared for this. Not right now.
A divorce. If a lawyer was brought in, he would ask who I was. My ghost status would be over for the Academy before I’d even had a chance to consider what being a ghost meant.
My record would be looked at carefully. Why was my birth certificate forged? Where did they get my Social Security number? They were questions I didn’t know the answer to. Whatever lies he’d told this woman, he must have gotten in too deep. Or did she know, and this was her way of “fixing” the situation?
It was a risky move, because it might reveal the secret my father carried. My mother had been underaged when she had given birth to me, and there was still a hanging question as to whether it had been consensual or not.
I had a feeling she didn’t know. That he’d lied about who we were and what was going on here.
I could tell in the way his shoulders slouched. In the way that he seemed defeated.
How he usually looked when his wife overruled him in any decision, which was often.
Now he was letting this lady tell him what to do?
As much as I didn’t want to feel sorry for him, I was affected by this too, and if he’d lied, I’d have to find out what he’d told her. If this woman exposed him, she’d expose me, too. I’d be given a real birth certificate, given a record.
If my father got into trouble over what had happened in the past, he’d go to jail. What would happen to me then?
What happened when I was no longer a ghost bird? I’d asked the Academy council to release the boys of their debt that involved me if I’d become what they wanted. Yet if I wasn’t a ghost bird, what could I offer them then?
I clenched my teeth, wishing I could say something, or walk out. It would be easier, but it wouldn’t help me, and it could make things worse for the guys with the Academy.
Carol zeroed in on my face, undeterred, and focused on my eyes, making it hard to avoid looking at her. “Maybe it’s for the best we got here so soon. Your grades are tolerable, but we can’t have anyone in this house skipping school. I wish this wasn’t the first impression you got of me, but your father told me your mother was the disciplinarian of the house, so I’m taking it upon myself to take charge.” She pointed to Marie and me. “As of this moment, you’re both to help me clean this house from top to bottom until it is finished. You’re to remain in this house and are not permitted to leave until school is back in session.”
“I didn’t skip school,” Marie said. “Why do I have to clean? Everything’s already done.”
“Everyone helps,” Carol said. “And there’s a lot to do. There’s enough dust in this house for us all.”
Marie pointed at me. “She skipped. She wasn’t even here. Make her do it. I’ve been on my own for the last—”
“Enough!” Carol snapped.
Marie’s lips closed and her head jerked back, eyes widening with a silent anger.
“I don’t argue with children,” Carol said. “I’ll let the back talk go this time. I know this is a shock.”
Marie twitched her lips, but she only glared at Carol. Before I’d left for camp, she was cleaning the house up. I wonder if she had known Carol was coming at all. And if she’d known Dad was returning, why hadn’t she said anything? I wondered if it was to get me into trouble.
Carol continued. “We’ll have a proper discussion this evening once you’ve both cleaned your rooms, and have had time to soak in the new situation. We’re going to have to learn to work together. Marie, once you’re done cleaning your room, I want you to focus on studying. Your grades aren’t exactly where I’d like them to be. I’ve never let any of my children settle for less than an A, and I don’t plan on letting either of you slip.”
Her children?
We were hers now? Maybe I’d gotten the wrong impression from that, but she was ordering us around like...we were her kids.
I looked at the floor, my heart racing, and tried so hard to stop myself from visibly shaking. Could she just walk in here and tell us what to do like that? That wasn’t the most important question on my mind, though. “I...um...” I said quietly, finding my voice weak. I didn’t want to be rude to Carol, since I had no idea what was going on and didn’t want her to think I was more of a problem child than she probably already thought, if she were to believe my father or Marie.
“Yes, Sang?” Carol asked. While still a sharply asked question, there was a smidgen of curiosity. “Was something I said unclear?”