She smiled. “e next time you hurt him, he will turn around and hurt you again. Maybe when he’s done that to you enough times, you will get tired of it, and you really won’t be able to forgive him. You’ll walk away for good. I don’t think you’re there yet.” I ran my hands through my wreck of an updo. My fingers found more beggar lice. I flicked them behind my head and put my hands down before Frances saw. “How do I fix it?”
“You don’t fix it, Lori,” Frances said. “Stop trying to fix it. You’re liable to do more damage, because you’re both still angry. Let him cool down, and when the time is right, you’ll know.”
My brother knocked on the doorframe. “Just came from the party. Eventful night. So! Sean and Rachel are back together.” He nodded at Frances’s happy exclamations and follow-up questions, but he watched my reaction.
“Good,” I sighed, meaning it. I bore Rachel no ill will. Or maybe some, but not enough to begrudge her her relationship with Sean. Sean was an excellent kisser, which I had always suspected. He was also a halfway decent guy, which had never crossed my mind.
My brother cleared his throat. “Lori, did you and Adam have a fight? I mean, another fight? A humdinger?” I snorted. “No, I’m sobbing in Frances’s lap because she will marry our father someday and bring back the vegi/soy mayonnaise.”
“What’s the matter with vegi/soy mayonnaise?” Frances asked.
McGillicuddy wrinkled his nose at the memory. en he said, “Adam asked me to call him if you weren’t home safe. And he’s trying to put a hole through the warehouse door with his football.”
I hopped out of Frances’s lap and rushed to open the window. I couldn’t see the big door from this angle, but I heard the BANG of the football on metal, and then Mr.
Vader hollering, “Adam! It’s eleven thirty at night! Put that football away! [Cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother]!” I shut the window. “I have to go!”
Frances shook her head at me.
“Right,” I agreed. “I have to stop trying to fix it.”
But after she and my brother had left my room, I opened my window again. I thought about Adam and let the periodic BANG of his football lull me to sleep.
My mom tapped at my door. I knew it was her because she had this special way of drumming her long fingernails on the wood.
She wanted to talk to me about Lori. I did not want to talk to her. But after being banished to military school and then reinstated as a member of the family all in the space of twenty-four hours, I decided now was not the time to insist on privacy.
“Just a minute.” I rolled off my bed, where I’d been lying facedown for an hour with a book about living with ADHD balanced on the back of my head. I checked myself in the mirror. I hadn’t cried, but I looked like it anyway, all haggard and kind of green. Or maybe that was from lying down with a book on my head. I crossed the room and opened the door.
Sean stood there with a mischievous grin, hand still forming a claw. He’d tapped on the door with his fingernails to fool me.
I slammed the door in his face.
Before the latch caught, the door bounced open again. Cameron stood just behind Sean with the rubber toe of his shoe blocking the door from shutting. “You look like hell,” Cameron said.
“I look like Sean.” is was a joke from my darkest memory. If Sean told me I was ugly, I could deflect the insult easily, because he was calling himself the same name. If Cameron told me I was ugly, he was also insulting Sean, and Sean would get revenge on him without me having to do a thing.
Sean smiled briefly at me to show I wasn’t funny. Then he said, “I came to apologize.”
“What’s the punch line?” I asked. “Did Rachel put you up to it?”
“Rachel didn’t tell me to say this. But she does make me see myself differently.” He leaned against the doorframe and managed to look cool and collected, even when debasing himself. “I’m sorry I said you weren’t my brother, because you are. I was just so shocked when I saw you with Rachel. I’ve never gotten naked with her like that.” I glanced nervously down the hall. My parents’ bedroom wasn’t far. I didn’t want them to overhear the word “naked.” I stepped out of the way and let my brothers into my room. They belly flopped onto my beanbag chairs. As I closed the door behind us and crossed the room to sit on my bed again, I told Sean, “You broke the pact first.”
“I did break the pact,” Sean admitted, “but only because your wheeling, dealing girlfriend convinced me you’d want it that way.”
“at’s exactly what she did to me at Chimney Rock!” Cameron exclaimed. “We pushed her around for years, and now she’s finally morphed into a more powerful creature bent on revenge! Reooouur!” He held up his paws, bugged out his eyes, and imitated a giant she-creature stomping across the marina. Sean made noises like fighter planes strafing the creature with machine-gun fire.
I rolled my eyes. “Guys. Hello. I’m sorry too.”
That got their attention. They put down their hands and looked at me.
“I know I fly off the handle,” I said. “I’m going to try really hard not to do that before I lose everything.” Probably it would help if I read the book on ADHD rather than just balancing it on my head, but at least I’d found it on the shelf, which was a start.
“You’re two years younger than I am, and you’ve always been able to do stuff I can’t do. I mean, this is fine.” Sean slid the book from my bed and hefted it in his hand.
“Know thyself, or whatever.” He tossed it across the room. “But a lot of guys would kill to be more like you. I think you should embrace it. I mean, you will jump off Chimney Rock. That’s got to look good on a job application, if it’s the right job, and if you can figure out how to explain it.” I nodded. “Are you sorry for calling me ADD my whole life?”
“No, it’s funny.”
Oh well. I couldn’t expect Sean to make a complete one-eighty. I turned to Cameron. “What are you here to apologize for?”
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m here to make sure you’re not really going to ask out Giselle.”
I’d never had any intention of doing this. However, I decided to let Cameron sweat it for a few more minutes. I leaned back against my headboard, put my hands behind my head, and crossed my ankles. “You could have prevented this, you know. If I were still dating Lori, I’d have no interest in Giselle. But when I first got in trouble, I wanted your help, and you said you didn’t have a dog in this fight.”
“You can’t date Giselle!” he exclaimed. “You can’t be with her. You would ruin her life. Screw what Sean said. Nobody is going to employ you for jumping off Chimney Rock. What kind of job are you going to get when your professional football career flames out? How are you ever going to get life insurance? Nobody is going to give you life insurance when they look at your health record and see you broke your arm four times before you were sixteen.”
“I’m not messing with Giselle,” I assured him. Then I moved my arms and bounced my head against my headboard. “I just want Lori back. I don’t know what to do.”
“Nothing,” Sean said. “I would not suggest doing nothing for three weeks and waiting for the girl to make a move. is didn’t work out well for me, at least not at first.
But I would suggest doing nothing for a few days and thinking about it.”
“e entertainment value for us will be much reduced.” Cameron looked at Sean and they both cracked up. en Cameron turned to me again. “But it will be better for you.”
“And Lori,” Sean added.
“What the monkey!” My dad slammed through my door and burst into my room wearing nothing but his bathrobe.
We all looked up at him in surprise. “You tell us,” I said.
“Oh.” My dad actually looked sheepish. “It’s one o’clock in the morning and I was going to tell you to shut the monkey up and go to bed. I didn’t realize what was going on in here.”