all.
And then he said they shouldnât tell Mom because it would spoil her present.
So he didnât. Even though he wanted to.
Still, though â¦
âCan I come sit up with you?â
Mom was quiet for a second. Maybe there was a chance.
âSorry, Addy. Not tall enough yet. Itâs not safe.â
Adam shrank a little bit. Isaac hadnât been tall enough. Isaac still wasnât tall enough. But he had got to.
The car seemed to be quieter now, after there had been talking, than it had been before he had spoken. And something about Mom had changed since she found out he was awake. Like knowing had shut a door somewhere inside her.
âMom?â
âAdam?â Mom used her âseriousâ voice. The kind she used when she was teasing them in a good way.
âCan you tell me what you dreamed about Hugo last night?â
âWhy do you always ask me to tell you about Hugo?â
Adam liked to hear about Hugo. He liked to think about what had happened on the island. He had lots of reasons why he always asked about it ⦠but he decided to tell her the best reason. He knew the right word for it, too. A compliment . He was going to give Mommy a compliment.
âBecause you look pretty when you talk about him.â
Mom didnât say anything after that at all. She just got all the way quiet, like someone had locked the closed door inside her.
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Rose had to search for parking among the vans and wagonsâthe practical family movers with their decals of stick-figure relations, stickers for karate, and a dozen varieties of awareness ribbons.
The boys strained to look out the windows, searching for familiar faces. Teammates. School friends. At the registration tents, Rose spotted the mom-with-the-implants. What was her name? She wondered if she was divorced yet. Rose felt bad for her.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Later, after she had found a parking space, the boys whined, chattering as she smeared their skin with sunscreen next to the parked car.
âYou got it in my eyes.â
âWell then, Isaac, youâre a big kid, you can put it on yourself next time.â
Rose hated putting SPF on the kids as much as they hated having it put on. It brought out the worst in all of them, making the kids wiggly and impatient while turning Rose grouchy and snappish.
Adam was shivering. âItâs cold.â
âI warmed it up in my hands.â
âYou didnât even say sorry!â
Rose looked at Isaac. âWhat?â
âYou got it in my eyes! You didnât even say sorry.â
Isaac was scowling at her, his mouth hard. Next to him, Adam clutched his arms, gooseflesh rising in the wind.
âSay youâre sorry, Mom!â
Rose broke. Pissed at Isaac, hating that look on his face. She was angry. Angry that she had to be responsible for such a thankless task. Angry that he had the audacity to be angry with her. Angry that she even had to be on this shitty field, in this shitty wind, in this shitty town.
âIâm sorry, Zackie! Okay? Iâm sorry!â
âHi there!â
Rose turned to the bright voice behind her.
It was whatâs-her-name. Mom-with-the-implants.
âRose, right?â
Rose stood, wiping her hands on her jeans. âSorry. We were having a moment.â
The other woman smiled. She put a sympathetic hand next to her cleavage. âNo, no, I get it! Totally get it. I just ⦠Isaac is on Simonâs team and I thought ⦠maybe you could use a hand.â
She gestured over to the curb, where a good-looking blond boy was bouncing a ball on his knee. This must be Simon. Rose noticed the way he was aware of people watching him execute the trick. Exhibitionism ran in the family.
Her name flooded back to Rose. Kaitlin, her name was Kaitlin.
âThank you. That would be great. That would be amazing.⦠Zackie?â
Isaac scowled at her. But he shouldered his bag,
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