Page 172 of Life and Death
“The phone goes there,” I whispered, pointing.
They both stared at me.
“That’s my mom’s house.”
Archie was across the room, phone in hand, dialing. I stared at the faithful rendering of my family room. Uncharacteristically, Jessamine slid closer to me. She lightly touched her hand to my shoulder, and the physical contact seemed to make her calming influence stronger. The panic stayed dull, unfocused.
Archie’s lips blurred, he was talking so fast—his voice was just a low buzzing impossible to understand.
“Beau,” he said. I looked at him numbly.
“Beau, Edythe is coming. She and Eleanor and Carine are going to take you somewhere, hide you for a while.”
“Edythe is coming?”
“Yes, she’s catching the first flight out of Seattle. We’ll meet her at the airport, and you’ll leave with her.”
“But—my mom! She came here for my mom, Archie!” Even with Jessamine touching me, I could feel the panic seizing up my chest.
“Jess and I will stay till she’s safe again.”
“We can’t win, Archie! You can’t guard everyone I know forever. Don’t you see what she’s doing? She’s not even tracking me. She’ll find someone—she’ll hurt someone I love! Archie, I can’t—”
“We’ll catch her, Beau.”
“And what if you get hurt, Archie? Do you think that’s okay with me? Do you think it’s only my human family she can hurt me with?”
Archie raised his eyebrows at Jessamine. A heavy fog of exhaustion washed over me, and my eyes closed without my permission. I struggled against the fog, knowing what was happening. I forced my eyes open and stepped away from Jessamine’s hand.
“I don’t need sleep,” I snapped.
I went back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Archie didn’t follow me, the way I half-expected him to. Maybe he could see what his reception would be.
For almost four hours I sat on the floor and stared at the wall, my hands clenched into fists. My mind went around in circles, trying to come up with some way out of this nightmare. I couldn’t see any escape—just one possible end. The only question was how many other people would get hurt before I reached it.
The only hope I had left was knowing that I would see Edythe soon. Maybe, if I could see her face again, I would be able to see a solution, too. Things were always clearer when we were together.
When the phone rang, I went back to the front room, a little ashamed of my behavior. I hoped I hadn’t offended anyone. I hoped they realized that I was nothing but grateful for the sacrifices they were making for me.
Archie was talking at high speed into the phone again. I looked around, but Jessamine was gone. The clock said it was five-thirty in the morning.
“They’re just boarding their plane,” Archie told me. “They’ll land at nine-forty-five.”
Just a few more hours to keep myself together till she was here.
“Where’s Jessamine?”
“She went to check out.”
“You aren’t staying here?”
“No, we’re relocating closer to your mother’s house.”
I felt like I wanted to throw up, but then the phone rang again. Archie looked at the number, then held it out to me. I yanked it from his hand.
“Mom?”
“Beau? Beau?” It was my mom’s voice—that familiar tone I’d heard a thousand times in my childhood, anytime I’d gotten too close to the edge of the sidewalk or strayed out of her sight in a crowded place. It was the sound of panic.
