exhausted even back then â saying just last March. âAnd maybe this is exactly the show of confidence he needs.â
Well, Skye thought sadly, heâd shown
them.
And so now, instead of her being a little girl relying on her brother to pull her around the neighborhood in his Radio Flyer wagon, she was a girl whose big brother needed
her.
Or he might, someday.
Skye thought about it almost every night: Was it still âtwo steps forward, one step backâ for Scott, as Ms. Santina once put it?
It was impossible to tell without being in Albuquerque, because Scott never talked much in his e-mails about how his rehab was going. And whenever her mom and dad called Sierra Madre, they were obviously trying to stay âfocused on the positive,â as Skyeâs dad liked to say.
Gran didnât seem to know how Scott was doing, either,judging by the questions she asked. But then, Skyeâs mom and dad had always taken pride in not blabbing about their problems â even to family.
But what if Scott stopped moving forward at all? Would she, Skye, have to step in someday and help take care of him?
Skye didnât know how she felt about that. After all, Scott had messed up big-time, while she had always tried to be the
good
kid. So was this going to be her reward?
âAre you cold?â Gran asked Skye, noticing the shiver.
âNo, Iâm fine,â Skye said. âBut what made you think of Thanksgiving, Gran?â she asked, as the still-muted movie resumed, following a string of commercials.
âOh,â Gran said, smiling. âItâs just a little something Iâve been dreaming up. Youâll find out soon enough, my darling.â
13
Trick-or-Treat
âH appy three-days-before-Halloween,â an excited Maddy said as Skye answered the front door. âYou look â are you supposed to be, like, a girl ninja warrior?â she asked Skye, looking momentarily confused as she adjusted her kitten ears.
Maddy was wearing a pink plush costume that looked like pajamas, if you didnât count the tail, Skye observed, wishing now that she had time to change. She had chosen a costume that was the closest to invisible that she could come up with: scowly dark eyebrows, skinny black pants, a black shirt buttoned all the way up to her neck, and a fake orchid pinned to her chest. Anyone in Albuquerque or Santa Fe would know who she was supposed to be.
âIâm Georgia OâKeeffe,â she told Maddy, soundinggrouchy. âShe was a famous artist who used to live in New Mexico. She always dressed in black.â
âWhy?â Maddy asked.
âI donât know,â Skye said, irritated by the question. âBecause it was easy, I guess. At least her clothes always matched.â
âWell, you certainly couldnât go trick-or-treating dressed like that, or youâd get run over,â Gran said, bustling into the front hall holding her car keys. âBut I guess itâs fine for a party. Maddy, you look darling,â she said.
Maddy beamed and fiddled with her fuzzy ears again. âIâm really happy I was invited,â she said. âThis is the best thing that has happened to me since forever.â
Skye scowled, still worrying about her costume.
Maddy cocked her head. âYou
really
look like a ninja warrior when you make that face, Skye,â she said. âMaybe thatâs what you should say you are, when we get to Amandaâs house, because more people would guess right than if you said you were Georgie Keef.â
â
Jor-ja Oh-Keefe
,â Skye said, trying not to snap, because it was just plain weird for someone like Maddy â notthat Skye meant anything bad by that! â to be so worried and protective about her, Skye McPhee. âGeorgia OâKeeffe is extremely well known,â Skye said, softening her tone. âShe painted orchids and bones and stuff.â
âWhy?â Maddy asked as Gran
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