“Because. You’re the smartest person I know.”
“Nothing personal, but you only know fourth graders.” I looked down at her. “Come on. You need to get to bed.”
“K,” she said, and let me shoo her with a minimum of fuss.
After that, I washed my face for real, brushed the hairspray out of my hair, and walked into my bedroom. I’d take a shower tomorrow before—well, who knew if Darius and I were going to meet up again now. I plugged my phone into its charger and a string of firefly words zipped by.
Hey.
From Darius.
I texted back.
Hey.
You doing that with your thumbs or your mind powers?
Thumbs only. For the rest of forever.
I imagined him showing his phone to whomever he was standing nearest at Liam’s, explaining to them that I was some sort of freak. But his next text confirmed he was not:
I’m pissed you lied to me.
That’s fair.
Did you at least have a good reason?
Yes.
A long pause.
Feel like telling me?
I did. I wanted to tell someone else. Knowing what’d happened to Lacey was a big burden to carry alone, but:
I can’t.
A longer pause.
What about in person?
And I felt hopeful about one thing for the first time tonight.
Tomorrow?
Right now. I’m outside.
I stared at my phone and then I really did use my mind:
Come around back.
My window’s the furthest one on the left, facing the trailer.
I hauled my clothes back on—normal ones, not party ones, and then raised my blinds quietly as he came into range. I knew he was there, because Razor was barking up a storm. His owners might curse at him if they were at home on a Friday, but I knew they wouldn’t bother looking outside.
“Your front door is broken?” he asked quietly as I raised the window up.
“My sister has ears like a bat and her room’s by it.” I worked my fingers against the bottom of the screen and it popped out, falling to the weeds and dirt outside in a metallic rush. “Want to come in?”