enough money for bulk shopping.
Abi feels foolish and sick, and sheâd really like to be alone. She pulls herself up to stand. âIâm feeling a lot better now. Really. You donât have to be here.â
Rhodes stares at her with those eyes, green and full of questions.
âReally,â Abi says. âIâm fine. Iâll just lie down, go to sleep.â She ducks her head, put her hands out to the sides â
feel as if I need some balance
 â and makes her way toward her room. She suspects that in the house plans, her room was actually a closet, but someone put a regular door on it. A door that opens into the kitchen. Otherwise you wouldnât get a thing inside.
âThis is cozy.â Rhodes has followed her.
âYeah.â Abi flops down on the narrow mattress.
Just go.
But Rhodes has gone to get another cool cloth for her forehead. When she comes back, she kneels on the floor beside the bed, her hand resting on the cloth. Abi has to admit, it feels good, the coolness under her hand, the water running down her temples into her hair.
Rhodes spies the paper bag in the corner where sheâs thrown it. âOh, have you had a chance to look at the knitting book?â Chirp.
âPinkâs not my thing.â Abi pulls the blanket up to her nose; sheâs shivering now.
âOh, I have every colour there is,â Rhodes burbles. âIâll bring something else next time.â
Happy as a pig in shit, isnât that what they say?
Abi wants to tell her to go, but itâs too much effort to get the words out,so she turns toward the wall, and Rhodes is quiet, her hand on Abiâs forehead. Abi closes her eyes and sees the fireworks â green and pink and Fourth of July.
âThereâs heat exploding on my eyelids,â she says. âLooks a lot like fireworks.â
Thereâs a quiet and appreciative chuckle from Rhodes.
âSo you never miss fireworks, eh?â Abi asks her.
Rhodes hasnât said a word about that night.
âWhen I watch fireworks I always feel the exact same wonder I felt as a kid. Exactly the same. Never changes.â Maybe she guesses that Abi feels badly about turning down her invite, and then showing up with Jude, because next she says, âIâm glad you were able to see them.â
Sheâs glad?
Abi manages to say,
âYou forgive too easily.â âYou think?â is all Rhodes says, and her hand doesnât move from Abiâs forehead.
Tucked into her Ribs
T hereâs a knock on the door first thing in the morning. It wakens Abi. As she stumbles out of bed, something falls from her head: the cloth, crusty-dry and moulded to a rounded shape. The skin over her joints pulls and burns, and it takes longer than youâd imagine to get to the door.
Thereâs an old man just walking away as she opens it. He turns back with a smile. âFood bank,â he says with a wave, then moves on to the small red car half sitting in the roadway.
âPardon?â
He comes over the wooden walkway with a box in his hands. Abi can see a box of Muffets, her favourite cereal, sticking out. She begins to salivate, realizes sheâs eaten nothing since yesterday noon.
He raises his knee under the box to support it, and frees a hand for her to shake. âYou must be Aba,â he says. âMy nameâs Colm, and that thereâs my granddaughter, Fiona. Probably about your age.â
Abi looks to the passenger window of the car and sees a girl. Or at least, the side of a girlâs face. Sheâs staring ahead as if the car is moving top speed down a highway. Her hair is pulled straight back and her brows are down over her eyes.
âFiona!â her grandpa calls. He has to call her again before she turns.
Abi knows that face; she has seen her in English class at school. Fiona never speaks. She only whispers to other girls, and laughs, those
ha
sort of laughs. When she does
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