“That’s all right. I’ve got my cane.” It takes her a second to find Utah’s leash, but as soon as she picks it up, the dog runs right to her, ready for a morning pee.
Once they’re out the door, Colt turns to me. “You sure you wanna do this?” he asks.
“What other choice do I got?”
He don’t answer. Because he knows there ain’t no other choice. Not really. Going home’s not an option now. All I can do is keep running.
After a second, he sighs. “Fuck. There really ain’t no winning here, is there?”
I shake my head. “There never is for us.”
He almost smiles. Then he looks down at his bare feet on the carpet. “Bo, you know I’d let you stay here, but—”
“I ain’t gonna do that to you. You finally got out. Got away from all this. I already done enough damage making you call your dad. I can’t drag you down no more.”
He looks up, and I wonder if he recognizes the words I just used. Repeating back what he said to Agnes last night. But if he does, he don’t show it. “I wanted to get you out of there, too,” he says. “It’s always been my plan, you know. To get settled in and … I dunno. Save some money so I could get you out of Mursey, too. Get you away from all that.”
“Well, this is my way of doing it myself. Might not be the best way, but I don’t got another choice.”
He looks like he might argue, but the door opens and Agnes comes back in with Utah.
“All right,” she says. “Are we ready?”
I stand up and tuck the book of maps under my arm. I grab our bags and head toward the front door.
Colt follows me. He gives Agnes a hug that lasts a second too long, and I see her whisper something in his ear. After he lets her go, Colt turns to me. He puts his arms around me and pulls me in, and I damn near start to cry. He holds me tight, tighter than he has before. I know he’s worried, and I hate it. I don’t wanna hurt him. Since I can remember, Colt’s been the only person I’ve ever really loved. The only one who’s loved me back.
Until Agnes.
“Be careful,” he whispers.
Then, slowly, he lets go.
Outside, in the parking lot, Agnes uses her cane to find her way to the passenger’s side of the Reliant K. “So we’re going almost all the way across the state, right? Think there will be any cool things to see along the way? How far are we gonna be from Cumberland Falls?”
I stop at the driver’s-side door, Utah’s leash in one hand, car keys in the other.
When I don’t move for a second, she asks, “Are you gonna open the door?”
“Listen, Agnes … You ain’t gotta come with me if you don’t want. It’s a long drive, and I’m sure Colt’ll take you back to Mursey if you want him to. I won’t be mad if you don’t come, so—”
“What’re you talking about?” she asks, staring at me over the roof of the car. “Of course I’m coming. Don’t you want me to?”
“Yeah, I do.”
More than anything. The idea of going alone scares the shit out of me. But I gotta give her an out. I’m a good enough person to do that.
“Well, then, unlock the car,” she says. “Because you and me have a long way to go.”
“Okay.” I unlock the car and watch her climb inside.
Because I’m a good enough person to give her an out, but I ain’t good enough to make her take it.
Bo wasn’t at school on Monday. At least, I couldn’t find her. I searched, looking for a glimpse of that red-gold hair. I listened, hoping to hear her voice in the halls. But instead, all I heard were the whispers.
Word had gotten out about what I’d said in Sunday school class, which wasn’t surprising considering who I’d said it to. In all the years I’d known Christy, I’d never known her to keep gossip to herself. Especially if it might get her any kind of sympathy. I was worried everyone would be mad at me. And maybe some people were. But some were … impressed.
“Is it true?” Dana Hickman asked when she found me in the library, sitting alone with my history book and a magnifier during lunch. “Did you really tell Christy she was going to hell in the middle of church?”
“Um … I guess. Something like that.”
“Damn, Agnes,” she said. “And partying with Dickinsons on Friday? Didn’t think you had it in you.”
She wasn’t the only one who felt that way, apparently. A few others said the same thing throughout the day. Even Andrew brought it up when I ran into him out in the parking lot after school, while I was waiting for Mama to come pick me up.
“You’re not the girl I thought you were, Agnes.”
It didn’t seem likely he meant that as a compliment, all things considered, but it felt like one. You don’t realize how much people underestimate you until they start … estimating you. For the first time, the people at school weren’t seeing me as Agnes, the poor, sweet little blind girl.