LITMIR.BIZ

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      Dan and I don’t talk on the ride home. As soon as I’m inside the house I head straight up to my room, and I lock the door.

      I never used to have a lock, but then, I used to have Mom. I used to think that Dan cared about what I thought. What I wanted. What Mom would have wanted. This way, all the talks he used to try to have, right after Mom first died, can’t happen. Or at least, he can talk, but I don’t have to see him and can put on music or headphones or even fingers in my ears to shut him out. Just like he shut me out.

      I don’t have one of those wussy little turn-and-click locks. I have an actual lock, a bar with a padlock that I snap shut.

      Closing out the world.

      I put it in myself the day Dan told me what he was going to do to Mom. I walked out of the hospital, went to the hardware store and came home and put in the lock. My mother taught me how to do that. She believed women should know how to fix things. I’d seen her fix a broken toilet and watched her change the element in our hot water heater. She installed new locks on our doors when I was seven, after Olivia’s family got robbed.

      I go over to my window and open it. On the roof, Olivia grins at me through her blond hair and then comes over and pushes herself inside.

      “How did you know I was out there?”

      “I saw your hair when we came in. Also, your car down the road. Thanks for not parking...here.”

      “It makes things easier,” she says. “And clearly, I need a wig. Oooh, I could get a bunch. Red hair, blue hair—”

      “That wouldn’t stand out at all.”

      She sticks her tongue out at me. “I’d get other ones too. Brown hair, black hair. I could be a spy, don’t you think?”

      “Spies have to use computers, Olivia.”

      “No, they don’t. They go on missions. They have tech people do the computer stuff for them.”

      “Someone’s been watching Covert Ops.”

      “Like you don’t watch it too. You know you love it. You and your mom both think Sebastian is...” She trails off.

      “Sebastian is cute,” I say, and try not to think about how Mom and I used to watch the show together. “But he’s also fictional, plus even spies on TV have to use earpieces and stuff—would you be willing to do that?”

      “For Sebastian I would,” she says, grinning, and then flops on my bed. “But I really wish I could be an old-fashioned spy. Like back when they had to write coded messages in invisible ink and speak a dozen languages.”

      “That sounds more like you,” I say, and sit down next to her. “I—I saw the baby move today.”

      “Really?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Emma,” she says, squeezing my hand, “why do you even go to the hospital?”

      “Because I can see her. Because I want at least one person to be there for Mom and not for the baby.”

      “Dan—”

      “Dan wants the baby. You know it, I know it. If Mom was alive...” I stare at my dresser, at the photo of Mom and me. It was taken in Vermont when we went skiing. Mom is smiling and has one arm around me, holding me tight. It was the last vacation we took together, just her and me. She was thirty-five. I was ten.

      She met Dan two weeks after we got back from Vermont. I was nice to him when I met him because he actually asked where I wanted to go to dinner when Mom suggested the three of us go out. I thought he was kind.

      I also thought he loved Mom.

      “Hey,” Olivia says, and I look at her.

      “She’d love you for being there,” she says. “She does love you for being there. I know it.”

      I hug her, and Olivia hugs me back.

      Dan knocks on my door. “Emma, you want some pizza? I made triple cheese.”

      Of course he did. Dan doesn’t order food. He makes it. “The perfect man,” Mom used to say. “He can cook, he makes the bed and he remembers to put the toilet seat down.” Then she’d laugh and kiss him.

      She loved him so much.

      “I’m not hungry,” I say.

      “I’ll leave it by the door,” he says with a sigh. “Olivia, do you want me to leave you a slice too?”

      Olivia looks at me. I shrug.

      “Okay,” Olivia says, and Dan says, “Thanks for coming today, Emma.” Like he does every day. Like I’m doing it for him. Like I’m somehow in this with him.

      I unbolt the door after five minutes. When I first started locking myself in, Dan would hang around and try to talk to me when I came out. I used to like how hard he tried, but I sure don’t now. Not after what he’s done to Mom. Now I wait until I’m sure he’s gone.

      Olivia eats most of the pizza and then says she has to get home to make sure her parents eat.

      “Wish me luck,” she says. “Prying their handheld whatevers away from them for longer than thirty seconds makes them both go into withdrawal. See you tomorrow?”

      “Yeah. You don’t have to go out on the roof to leave, you know.”

      “I know,” she says. “But if I use the front door or try to go out any other way, I’ll see Dan. And I know he’ll ask me about you. He did the last time I left that way. I think he—well, I think he’s worried about you, you know?”

      “Why? Because my mother is dead and he’s kept her body alive so he can try to save his precious son? Because I have to see her lying there—” I break off and open the window for Olivia.

      Olivia hugs me again and then leaves. After she does, I close my window and get into bed. It’s early, but I don’t care. In bed, I can look at my ceiling. It’s yellow and the color is swirled around so there are a million patterns and shapes to get lost in. Mom painted it last year even though the doctor didn’t want her “exerting” herself because she’d just had a blood clot taken out of her leg.

      “Think about this instead of that boy,” she’d said when I came in and lay down on the bed to look at it.

      “I can’t,” I’d said. “Anthony broke my heart.”

      “I know,” she’d said, lying down next to me. “But one day he won’t matter.”

      “He said I was lovely.” I’d looked up at the ceiling.

      “They all say something like that,” she’d told me. “Trust the one who takes his time saying it.”

      “Dan said he was falling in love with you on your second date.”

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