Eleanor & Park

She stared at a jumble of Star Wars action figures piled up on the shelf over his bed. He hadn’t touched them for years.

‘Park,’ she said, ‘do you … want to look like girl? Is that what this about? Eleanor dress like boy. You look like girl?’

‘No …’ Park said. ‘I just like it. I like the way it feels.’

‘Like girl?’

‘ No,’ he said. ‘Like myself.’

‘Your dad …’

‘I don’t want to talk about him.’

His mother sat for another minute, then left.

Park stayed in his room until Josh came to get him for di

‘Where’s Eleanor?’ his dad asked.

‘I thought I was grounded.’

‘You’re not grounded,’ his dad said, concentrating on his meat loaf.

Park looked around the table. Only Josh would look back at him. ‘Are you going to talk to me about this morning?’ Park asked.

His dad took another bite, chewed it carefully, then swallowed. ‘No, Park, at the moment I can’t think of a single thing I’d like to say to you.’

CHAPTER 37 Eleanor

Park was right. They were never alone.

She thought about sneaking out again, but the risk was incomprehensible, and it was so effing cold out she’d probably lose an ear to frostbite.

Which her mom would definitely notice.

She’d already noticed the mascara. (Even though it was brown and said ‘Subtle, Natural Look’ right on the package.)

‘Tina gave it to me,’ Eleanor said. ‘Her mom’s an Avon lady.’

If she just changed Park’s name to ‘Tina’

every time she lied, it only felt like one big lie instead of a million small ones.

It was kind of fu

It would be awful if her mom actually met Tina somewhere, but that didn’t seem likely – her mom never talked to anybody in the neighborhood. If you weren’t born in the Flats (if your family didn’t go back ten generations, if your parents didn’t have the same great-great-grandparents), you were an outsider.

Park always said that was why people left him alone, even though he was weird and Asian.

Because his family had owned their land back when the neighborhood was still cornfields.

Park. Eleanor blushed whenever she thought about him. She’d probably always done that, but now it was worse. Because he was cute and cool before, but lately he seemed so much more of both.

Even DeNice and Beebi thought so.

‘He looks like a rock star,’ DeNice said.

‘He looks like Ell DeBarge,’ Beebi agreed.

He looked like himself, Eleanor thought, but bolder. Like Park with the volume turned way up. Park

They were never alone.

They tried to make the walk from the bus to Park’s house last forever, and sometimes, they’d hang out on his front steps a while … until his mom opened the door and told them to come in from the cold.

Maybe it would be better this summer. They could go outside. Maybe they could take walks.

Maybe he’d get his driver’s license after all …

No. His dad hadn’t even spoken to him since the day they fought.

‘What’s up with your dad?’ Eleanor asked him. She was standing one step below him on his front stoop.

‘He’s mad at me.’

‘For what?’

‘For not being like him.’

Eleanor looked dubious. ‘Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?’

‘Basically.’

‘But it always seemed like you got along …’

she said.

‘No,’ Park said, ‘never. I mean, we were kind of getting along for a while, because I finally got in a fight, and because he thought my mom was being too hard on you.’

‘I knew she didn’t like me!’ Eleanor poked Park’s arm.

‘Well, now she likes you,’ he said, ‘so now my dad is back to not liking me.’

‘Your dad loves you,’ she said. It seemed to really matter to her.

Park shook his head. ‘Only because he has to.

He’s disappointed in me.’

Eleanor laid her hand on his chest, and his mom opened the door.

‘Come in, come in,’ she said. ‘Too cold.’

Eleanor

‘Your hair looks nice, Eleanor,’ Park’s mom said.

‘Thank you.’

Eleanor wasn’t diffusing, but she was using the conditioner Park’s mom had given her. And she’d actually found a satin pillowcase in the stack of towels and stuff in her bedroom closet, which was practically a sign from God that He wanted Eleanor to take better care of her hair.

Park’s mom really did seem to like her better now. Eleanor hadn’t consented to another full-on makeover, but Park’s mom was always trying new eyeshadows on her or messing with her hair while she sat at the kitchen tablewith Park.

‘I should have had girl,’ his mom said.

I should have had a family like this, Eleanor thought. And it only sometimes made her feel like a traitor to think so.

CHAPTER 38 Eleanor

Wednesday nights were the worst.

Park had taekwando, so Eleanor went straight home after school, took a bath, then tried to hide in her room all night, reading.

It was way too cold to play outside, so the little kids were crawling up the walls. When Richie came home, there was no place for anybody to hide.

Ben was so afraid that Richie would send him to the basement early that he was sitting in the bedroom closet, playing with his cars.

When Richie turned on Mike Hammer their mom shooed Maisie into the bedroom, too, even though Richie said she could stay.

Maisie paced the room, bored and irritable.

She walked over to the bunk bed.

‘Can I come up?’

‘No.’

‘Please …’

Their beds were junior-sized, smaller than a twin, just barely big enough for Eleanor. And Maisie wasn’t one of those stringy, weightless nine-year-olds …

‘Fine,’ Eleanor groaned.

She scooted over carefully, like she was on thin ice, and pushed her grapefruit box behind her into the corner.

Maisie climbed up and sat on Eleanor’s pillow. ‘What’re you reading?’

‘ Watership Down.’

Maisie wasn’t paying attention. She folded her arms and leaned toward Eleanor. ‘We know you have a boyfriend,’ she whispered.

Eleanor’s heart stopped. ‘I don’t have a boyfriend,’ she said blankly – and immediately.

‘We already know,’ Maisie said.

Eleanor looked over at Ben, sitting in the closet. He stared at her without giving up a thing.

Thanks to Richie, they were all experts in the blank-face department. They should find some family poker tournament …

‘Bobbie told us,’ Maisie said. ‘Her big sister goes with Josh Sheridan, and Josh says you’re his brother’s girlfriend. Ben said you weren’t, and Bobbie laughed at him.’

Ben didn’t flinch.

‘Are you going to tell Mom?’ Eleanor asked.

May as well cut to the chase.

‘We haven’t told her yet,’ Maisie said.

‘Are you going to?’ Eleanor resisted the urge to shove Maisie off the bed. Maisie would go nuclear.

‘He’ll make me leave, you know,’ Eleanor said fiercely. ‘If I’m lucky, that’s the worst that’ll happen.’

‘We’re not going to tell,’ Ben whispered.

‘But it’s not fair,’ Maisie said, slumping against the wall.

‘What?’ Eleanor said.

‘It’s not fair that you get to leave all the time,’ Maisie said.

‘What do you want me to do?’ Eleanor asked.

They both stared at her, desperate and almost …

almost hopeful.

Everything anybody ever said in this house was desperate.

Desperate was white noise, as far as Eleanor was concerned – it was the hope that pulled at her heart with dirty little fingers.

She was pretty sure she was wired wrong somewhere, that her plugs were switched, because instead of softening toward them – instead of tenderness – she felt herself go cold and mean.

‘I can’t take you with me,’ she said, ‘if that’s what you’re thinking.’

‘Why not?’ Ben said. ‘We’ll just hang out with the other kids.’