“But look,” his sister said. “Look, Tyler!”
“I am looking.”
“That’s not what I mean.” She rapped her hand on the window. “Look at what’s out there-the real world. That’s where we live. Not in a television show, not in a movie, not in a… a storybook! Why us?” She leaned in close, lowering her voice so that the man in the baseball cap and the lady with the bag full of knitting materials across the aisle couldn’t possibly hear. “Tyler, I rode on a dragon.”
Tyler grinned. “You dangled off a dragon, screaming like a baby, you mean.”
“Shut up! You know what I’m saying!” She lowered her voice again. “You jumped into a mirror. You went to the ice age and came back with a cavegirl. She’s from, like, a million years ago or something, and she has a crush on you, Tyler!”
“That’s bull! She does not. Besides, what about Colin the Criminal? Seems like he rather fancies you, old chap.”
Lucinda grabbed his arm so hard it actually hurt. “Don’t change the subject-you know what I’m saying. How can we just go back to school like none of it ever happened?”
Tyler was quiet for a long time. “We’re astronauts,” he said at last. “No, we’re secret astronauts.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, astronauts go to the moon, or Mars, or whatever, then they come back and they still have to go to the grocery store, right? They still have to mow the lawn, and, I don’t know, eat and go to the bathroom and stuff, right? They can’t just say, ‘Hey, I walked on the moon, I don’t have to eat and drive a car and do normal stuff anymore.’ Right?”
“I guess so. But everyone knows about them. They get parades and people interview them on television. They don’t have to pretend like everything’s normal-because everything isn’t normal. It isn’t!”
To his astonishment, Tyler saw that Lucinda’s eyes were full of tears. After a moment’s hesitation he grabbed her hand. “No, it’s not,” he told her. “But that’s the secret part. Like spies. They can’t come back from a spy mission and say, ‘The most interesting thing happened when I was in the underground hideout of Professor Evil Guy
… ’ because it’s secret, right? Just like the farm. And we have to keep it that way.” He squeezed her hand before letting it go. “It’s ours, Luce-Ordinary Farm is ours now. We belong there, we earned it, and no one can take it away from us. And we’re going back too. But only if nobody finds out.”
She took a deep, ragged breath. “But I’ll go crazy if I can’t talk to anyone about it.”
“We’re asking the Carrillos to do the same thing, aren’t we? But they have each other and you have me. You can talk to me. It’s our secret, yours and mine.”
Lucinda sat back against the seat. She rubbed her eyes dry with the hem of her shirt. “But what am I going to tell my friends when they ask me what I did this summer? And what are we going to tell Mom?”
Tyler put his knees up on the back of the seat in front of him and pulled a notebook out of his backpack. It was covered with scribbled notes. “We’ll make stuff up. Right now, in fact-we’ve got a couple of hours. We’ll write it down and that way we’ll always be… what’s that word?”
“Consistent.” His big sister looked at him with some thing like admiration. “Wow, Tyler, you really thought about this.”
“We have to, Luce,” he said, finding a blank page. “This is the most important secret in the world.” He looked up. “Now, did we go on hayrides?”
Mom was only a couple of minutes late. She was wearing sunglasses and looked very tan-kind of glamorous, Tyler had to admit. She was wearing a skirt, too, which wasn’t all that usual.
“There you are!” she squealed, running toward them. She wrapped her arms around them-she was shorter than at the beginning of the summer, Tyler couldn’t help noticing, which meant he was taller-and gave them a hard hug.
“Oh, I missed you two so much! Did you have a good time? Why didn’t you write?”
“We did,” Lucinda said. “Well, I did. About four or five times-didn’t you get them?”
“I was traveling, remember?” She hugged Tyler. “Look at you! My big man!”
“You look great, Mom,” Lucinda said as she got her own individual squeeze. “Really tan.”
“Come along, you can tell me all your stories. I’m double-parked so we have to hurry!”
Mom stopped in front of an unfamiliar, shiny car. She lifted the keys and pushed a button and the trunk popped open.
“Whoa,” Tyler said. “Is this new?”
Mom giggled like a girl and waved her hand. “Oh, it’s not ours. I borrowed it from Roger because mine’s in the shop.”
“Roger?” Lucinda frowned as she got in. “Who’s Roger?”
“I met him at the retreat. He didn’t even show up until the last week-lucky me I was still there!” She laughed again. “He’s so nice. You’ll love him!”
Lucinda looked at Tyler. Tyler looked back. He rolled his eyes, and his sister seemed to know just what he meant: Mom was on another one of her “This time everything’s going to be great!” freak-outs, which usually happened when she met a new man. Well, it was better than coming home to find her depressed and crying all over the place.
“So tell me about your summer!” Mom said, weaving in and out of traffic in a way that made Tyler wish he had a joystick. “Did you have fun? Did you learn things? What did you do?”
Tyler looked at Lucinda and smiled. She smiled back. “Pretty much what you’d expect on a farm,” he said. “Chores. Animals. Early to bed, early to rise. Oh, and hayrides-right, Luce?”
“Oh yeah,” Lucinda agreed. “Lots and lots of hayrides.”
