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The Fragile World. Paula Treick DeBoard
Читать онлайн.Название The Fragile World
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isbn 9781474008358
Автор произведения Paula Treick DeBoard
Жанр Контркультура
Серия MIRA
Издательство HarperCollins
I blinked. Earlier I thought he was about to take a header from the cafeteria roof. Now he wanted to take me on a trip. I chose my words carefully. “First, I would say that the phrase old man has always disturbed me for reasons I don’t fully understand. Then I would say that we’re almost out of milk, and if this little trip includes a stop at a grocery store, I’m all for it.”
Dad chuckled. “No, not to the grocery store. I mean a real trip. A voyage.”
Well, this was new. A voyage? “Does this involve a boat?” I demanded, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I was going to have to call Mom for sure. There were probably five hundred water-related entries in my Fear Journals. “You know I’m afraid of boats and sharks and currents and rogue waves and—”
“No boats, I promise. Voyage is the wrong word, then. I’m talking about a road trip. You, me and the open road.” He paced to the windows, whirled around, paced back. It surprised me how young he looked, how goofy. Like his old self, I thought, and then out of nowhere: Like when Daniel was alive. But he looked a bit manic, too.
“A road trip? Dad, are you sure you’re okay? I’m serious. Do you need me to, um, be a supportive passenger while you drive yourself to the doctor or something?”
He laughed a bigger-than-genuine laugh that was not at all reassuring.
I can’t take this, I thought. One member of my family was gone forever, another lived a few thousand miles away and now my last remaining family member was cracking up—on the cafeteria roof one minute, on the couch talking about a voyage the next. I had to call Mom. This was definitely more than I could handle by myself.
“Don’t you want to know where we’re going?”
I wasn’t sure we should be going anywhere, unless maybe it was to some kind of “hospital” for a little “rest.” But they would have to take me, too, because I wasn’t going to survive for a second on my own. “Okay,” I said, slowly, preparing to hear him suggest the wilds of Alaska or a hot spring in Arizona, the sort of place that couldn’t be found on a map. “Where are we going?”
His grin was so big it threatened to split his face in two. “We’re going to Reno, to Salt Lake City, to Cheyenne...and, drumroll, please...to Omaha.”
“Omaha? You mean, to Mom?” I tried to say it neutrally, to keep the emotion out of my voice. This was a surprise, and not an unwelcome one. Maybe Dad had come to the conclusion himself that he was cracking up. Maybe Mom and I could get him some professional help.
“Aren’t you excited?”
“Dad, talk to me. Did you just get fired?”
“Fired? No. Of course not.”
“So what were you and Mr. Meyers doing all afternoon?”
“Just talking, Liv. He helped me figure something out.”
“He helped you figure out that you need to go to Omaha,” I clarified.
“I know, it’s sudden. But look—I have an entire plan worked out. We’ll take a few days to get things situated around here, and then we’ll hit the road.”
I groaned. “Dad, seriously. We have another month of school.”
“That’s what Mr. Meyers and I figured out. I can take some sick leave—I’ve got more than enough to spare. And we’ll talk to your counselor about independent study for you, just to the end of the semester. Don’t worry.” Leaning down, he put a hand on my shoulder, and I felt his warmth burning through my sweatshirt.
And then I froze, imagining that conversation with Mr. Merrill. “Dad, there’s something—”
He stopped me. “I know all about your P.E. class, and it’s okay. We’ll get it all figured out.”
I sat back on the couch, about to cry for the zillionth time today. What in the world was going on? I was failing P.E. for the second time, and I wasn’t even going to get yelled at? “Dad, come on. Why are we going to Omaha?”
“Olivia, I just—I feel like it’s time.”
“Time for what? For us to be together again, you and me and Mom?”
“Of course.” He didn’t even blink.
He’s lying, I knew instantly. Fantastic. My father was lying to me.
“Does Mom know about this?”
“Well. Not yet.”
I groaned. “And how long...?”
“Oh, four or five days, and then we’ll be there.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
But Dad was pretending not to hear me. When I stood and tried to move past him, he caught me in a big, spin-in-a-circle hug that felt phony, too. He felt like a different version of my dad than the one I’d been living with for the past few years, as if a stranger had bought a mask of Dad’s face and borrowed one of his polo shirts. When he put me down, he was red with excitement. “This is the right thing,” he whispered. “I know it.”
I didn’t believe that for a second.
But I would have been the shittiest daughter in the world to say so.
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