greekâgetting in touch with my roots.â
And I felt like I was. Inching closer to the answers. It hadnât been much, but the way sheâd looked at me ⦠I felt sure Iâd connected with Demetria.
They say threeâs a charm. Maybe my next visit would be the one.
chapter 7
I asked Petra about my Zander sighting when I got home that night. It was after eight and she was just starting on a pizza. âGrab a slice,â she said. She didnât need to offer twice.
âNope,â Petra said flatly, between bites. âNo way someone could have gotten on the floor without signing in. Not with the desk right by the entry. Theyâre too strict.â
âThatâs what I thought. But what if he used a fake name?â
She shrugged. âHe could have, but heâd need ID to go with it.â
âYeah, but itâs not like it would have to be anything all that official. I mean, he wasnât trying to buy beer, just visit crazy people.â
âTrue. But why, Cassie? Why would he bother?â
She had me there. Was I really still clinging to the idea that heâd followed me? I shook my head. It had been Joe Liguori and not Zander after all, though it had looked so much like him.
âUnless heâs the father of her baby,â Petra said casually.
âWhat?â
âI saw it when I was checking her file today,â Petra said, leaning forward, her eyes gleaming. Sometimes I thought sheâd become a psychiatrist just because she was nosy, the smartest person I knew who still read the National Enquirer and US Weekly . âItâs part of the standard blood work; the results came back a few days ago.â
âWow.â I let the ideaâpregnantâroll around for a few seconds, like a marble toward the chute of a funnel. Being a single teen mother would be bad. The responsibility of the mark was awful. What if the two were combinedâDemetria realizing she was about to pass her visions on to someone else?
Petra was nodding, still leaning forward, elbows on her knees. âDemetria hasnât said anything about it to her therapist. Of course, she still hasnât said anything at all to her therapist.â
âAre you sure she knows? About being pregnant?â
âThe hCG levels in her blood put her at about eleven weeks. Thatâs two missed periods. Itâs possible she hasnât realized it, but Iâm guessing she has. It might even explain â¦â
â⦠why sheâs there,â I finished for Petra.
âExactly.â
And then what Petra said before came back to me. The part about Zander. Sheâd been joking, but what if she was right? A player, Liv had called him, as if Iâd needed her to tell me that. As if it werenât totally apparent looking at him. Was he the father? That would be a reason to hide his identity. I was disappointed to think he might be exactly what he seemed.
âWhat about her parents?â I asked, ignoring thoughts of Zander. âDo they know?â
Petra held out the box with the last slice of pizza, pulling it onto her plate when I declined. âI donât think so. I imagine theyâd have mentioned it at admission. I think Demetriaâs the only one who knows.â
âDemetria and maybe the boy,â I corrected.
âRight,â Petra agreed. âAnd maybe the boy.â
Saturday at the funeral home was a bummer: a wake where almost no one came, the worst kind. The guy wasnât old, maybe fifty. Heâd died of lung cancer.
Iâd been disappointed, too, that Ryan wasnât around. Iâd thought about our conversation a lot, sure he thought I was some kind of weirdo.
But when I went to my locker at the end of the shift, a stack of books was waiting: Death, Dying, and Religion ; Coming to Grips with Death ; and The Ultimate Journey.
There was also a note:
Thought these would feed your non-perverse
Tim Pegler
Devri Walls
Molly McLain
Judith Flanders
Donna Andrews
Pauliena Acheson
Donna Hill
Gary Gibson
Charisma Knight
Janet Chapman