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“Laurel? Hello? Where did you go last night?”
“Sky took me home.”
“Oh, great. So you open the door on us and then go off with Sky? Well, FYI, things are pretty much ruined now. Do you even care?”
“No, I mean, yeah, I…” May was falling off the bridge. I was falling with her. It was all my fault, all of it.
“Forget it,” Ha
She hopped over the low wall. Natalie watched her go, but Ha
“I’m sorry,” I said before I got up.
On the walk to Aunt Amy’s, I put your voice on my headphones and listened to you singing “Lithium.” I shouted along with you, “I’m not go
Yours,
Laurel
Dear Kurt,
When I got to Aunt Amy’s, she wasn’t home yet. She must have been out with the Jesus Man, I figured, who came into town last week. I lay on the couch and closed my eyes. I guess I fell asleep, because when Aunt Amy came in the door, she woke me up.
I asked her how her week was, trying to tell if she was happy now that the Jesus Man was back, but she just said, “It was good. How was yours?”
“Fine,” I lied, and then she put on 60 Minutes, which is pretty much the only show she likes other than Mister Ed. That little ticking stopwatch must be almost as old as he is. The episode was about free divers. They dive hundreds of feet underwater without any oxygen tanks, and if they’re not careful, they can black out. I got sort of sucked into it, imagining what it would be like, trying to swim up from so far down with no air.
When the show was over, Aunt Amy called me to come eat. She’d made pancakes and bacon. That was May’s favorite—breakfast-for-di
“Yeah,” I said. I wondered if I really looked that bad.
Then she said, “I know you must be thinking of your sister today. Should we pray for her?”
It hit me in a flash. It was a year ago today that May died. How could I have forgotten? I felt awful.
“Um, yeah. Can you do it?” I asked.
She squeezed my hand and then bowed her head and said, “Dear Lord, we ask that you keep May, our beloved sister, daughter, and niece, with you in heaven’s care. We thank you for the blessing of the time we shared with her. We also pray for her sister, Laurel, who she’s left on this earth, that you cherish her heart and stay by her side in her time of grief. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
When she finished, Aunt Amy looked up at me with teary eyes. I didn’t know what to say. I choked down a bite of my pancake and wanted to throw up.
After di
“Hi, honey.”
“Hi.”
“How are you tonight?”
“Okay, I guess.” I sat down on my bed and pulled the rose quilt around me and stared at the empty, pale pink walls.
“I know it feels like I’m far away, but I want you to know, my heart is with you today.”
I couldn’t swallow it. “That’s nice, Mom, but it doesn’t really make anything easier.”
The other end of the line was quiet, until Mom said, “I’m sorry, Laurel. I just thought … I thought you’d be better off without my grief to deal with. I didn’t know how to be strong for you after May died. I thought it would be worse, your seeing me cry all the time.”
The words fell out of my mouth before I could think about it. “Nothing is worse than when someone who’s supposed to love you just leaves.”
The phone line filled with static that sounded like the ocean, both of us crying in our separate corners of the planet.
“Maybe you think it’s my fault. Maybe that’s why you left,” I finally said.
“Laurel, it’s not your fault. Of course it’s not your fault.”
“Well, maybe it is. I should have never told her…”
“Told her what?”
The room was spi
I let the phone fall to the floor. I couldn’t stop crying. Everything was flooding in, everything too fast. Ha
Dear Kurt,
After the first night at the movies, I would watch Aladdin at home on DVD. I watched it over and over. Whenever I’d remember things I didn’t want to remember, I would put it on so that I could replace Billy with the movie I was supposed to have seen that night, how Aladdin ran around the city, stealing things, saying, “One jump ahead of the slowpokes.” How he and the princess rode on the carpet, singing, “A whole new world…” I would practice being like them, just soaring over everything.
The next time May took me to the movies after the first time, she walked into my room in Mom’s apartment and asked, “Do you want to go to the movies tonight?” with a wink. At Mom’s she could have just gone off by herself. When I used to ask her to take me wherever she was going, she’d say I was too young. But now she wanted me with her. I didn’t know what to say. I felt like if I let her leave without me, I would never get her back. I told myself what happened with Billy wasn’t that bad. I told myself that’s what people do. If I pretended it never happened, I thought maybe it never would have.
So Friday nights became movie nights. It started late that fall after she met Paul and lasted into the spring. We’d go after the Village I
And sometimes, May and I really did go to the movies. Sometimes there was no Paul or Billy to ruin everything, and we’d buy Sour Patch Kids and sit in the back of the theater and whisper.
But other nights, when we’d walk up and I’d see Billy standing outside with Paul, my heart would go sick with dread. May and Paul would go off in Paul’s car, and once they were gone, Billy and I would get into his car, parked on the field of blacktop, and he’d drive off somewhere. I got good at it after a while, riding on the carpet above the earth, or riding with the car engines to the ocean.