a ribbon around its neck.
“Just your type,” I said. “Ugly as mud and a hole big enough for even you to find.”
His grip tightened. “You can’t talk that way to my…”
“Hi,” Zibet said behind me. I whirled around. This was all I needed.
“Hi,” I said, and yanked my wrist free. “Brown, this is my roommate. My freshman roommate. Zibet, Brown.”
“And this is Daughter Ann,” he said, holding the animal up so that its tender pink mouth gaped stupidly at us. Its tail was up. I could see tender pink at the other end, too. And Arabel wonders what the attraction is?
“Nice to meet you, freshman roommate,” Brown muttered and pulled the animal back close to him. “Come to Papa,” he said, and stalked off through the leaves.
I rubbed my poor wrist. Please, please let her not ask me what a tessel’s for? I have had about all I can take for one day I’m not about to explain Brown’s nasty habits to a virgie.
I had underestimated her. She shuddered a little and pulled her notebooks against her chest. “Poor little beast,” she said.
“What do you know about sin?” she asked me suddenly that night. At least she had turned off the light. That was some improvement.
“A lot,” I said. “How do you think I got this charming bracelet?”
“I mean really doing something wrong. To somebody else. To save yourself.” She stopped. I didn’t answer her, and she didn’t say anything more for a long time. “I know about the admin,” she said finally.
I couldn’t have been more surprised if Old Scut Moulton had suddenly shouted, “Bless you, my daughter,” over the intercom.
“You’re a good person, I can tell that.” There was a dreamy quality to her voice. If it had been anybody but her I’d have thought she was masting. “There are things you wouldn’t do, not even to save yourself.”
“And you’re a hardened criminal, I suppose?”
“There are things you wouldn’t do,” she repeated sleepily and then said quite clearly and irrelevantly “My sister’s coming for Christmas.”
Jiggin', she was full of surprises tonight. “I thought you were going home for Christmas,” I said.
“I’m never going home,” she said.
“Tavvy!” Arabel shouted halfway across campus. “Hello!”
The boys are over it, I thought, and how in the scut am I going to get rid of this alert band? I felt so relieved I could have cried.
“Tavvy,” she said again. “I haven’t seen you in weeks!”
“What’s going on?” I asked her, wondering why she didn’t just blurt it out about the boys in her usual breakneck fashion.
“What do you mean?” she said, wide-eyed, and I knew it wasn’t the boys. They still had the tessels, Brown and Sept and all the rest of them. They still had the tessels. It’s only beasties, I told myself fiercely, it’s only beasties and why are you so edge about it? Your father has your best interests at heart. Come to Daddy.
“The admin’s secretary quit,” Arabel said, “I got put on restricks for a samurai party in my room.” She shrugged. “It was the best offer I’d had all fall.”
Oh, but you’re trust, Arabel. You’re trust. He could be your father. Come to Papa.
“You look terrible,” Arabel said. “Are you doing too much float?”
I shook my head. “Do you know what it is the boys do with them?”
“Tavvy, sweetheart, if you can’t figure out what that big pink hole is for—”
“My roommate’s father cut her hair off,” I said. “She’s a virgie. She’s never done anything. He cut off all her hair.”
“Hey,” Arabel said, “you are really edging it. Listen, how long have you been without jig-jig? I can set you up, younger guys than the admin, nothing to worry about. Guaranteed no trusters. I could set you up.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want any.”
“Listen, I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to go edge on me. Let me ask the admin about your alert band at least.”
“No,” I said clearly. “I’m all right, Arabel. I’ve got to get to class.”
“Don’t let this tessel thing get to you, Tavvy. It’s only beasties.”
“Yeah.” I walked steadily away from her across the spitting, leaf-littered campus. As soon as I was out of her line of sight, I slumped against one of the giant cottonwoods and hung on to it like Zibet had clung to that wallplate. For dear life.
Zibet didn’t say another thing about her sister until right before Christmas break. Her hair, which I had thought was growing out, looked choppier than ever. The old look of strain was back and getting worse every day. She looked like a radiation victim.
I wasn’t looking that good myself. I couldn’t sleep, and float gave me headaches that lasted a week. The alert band started a rash that had worked its way halfway up my arm. And Arabel was right. I was going edge. I couldn’t get the tessels off my mind. If you’d asked me last summer what I thought of beasties, I’d have said it was great fun for everyone, especially the animals. Now the thought of Brown with that hideous little brown and pink thing on his arm was enough to make me toss up. I keep thinking about your father. If it’s the trust thing you’re worried about, I can find out for you. He has your best interests at heart. Come to Papa.
My lawyers hadn’t succeeded in convincing the admin to let me go to Aspen for Christmas, or anywhere else. They’d managed to wangle full privileges as soon as everybody was gone, but not to get the alert band off. I figured if my dorm mother got a good look at what it was doing to my arm, though, she’d let me have it off for a few days and give it a chance to heal. The circulation system was working again, blowing winds of hurricane force all across Hell. Merry Christmas, everybody.
On the last day of class, I walked into our dark room, hit the wallplate, and froze. There sat Zibet in the dark. On my bed. With a tessel in her lap.
“Where did you get that?” I whispered.
“I stole it,” she said.
I locked the door behind me and pushed one of the desk chairs against it. “How?”
“They were all at a party in somebody else’s room.”
“You went in the boys’ dorm?”
She didn’t answer.
“You’re a freshman. They could send you home for that,” I said, disbelieving. This was the girl who had gone quite literally up the wall over the sheets, who had said, “I’m never going home again.”
“Nobody saw me,” she said calmly “They were all at a party.”
“You’re edge,” I said. “Whose is it, do you know?”
“It’s Daughter Ann.”
I grabbed the top sheet off my bunk and started lining my shuttle bag with it. Holy scut, this would be the first place Brown would look. I rifled through my desk drawer for a pair of scissors to cut some air slits with. Zibet still sat petting the horrid thing.
“We’ve got to hide it,” I said. “This time I’m not kidding. You really are in trouble.”
She didn’t hear me. “My sister Henra’s pretty. She has long braids like you. She’s good like you, too,” and then in an almost pleading voice, “she’s only fifteen.”
Brown demanded and got a room check that started, you guessed it, with our room. The tessel wasn’t there. I’d put it in the shuttle bag and hidden it in one of the spins down in the laundry room. I’d wadded the other slickspin sheet in front of it, which I felt was a fitting irony for Brown, only he was too enraged to see it.
“I want another check,” he said after the dorm mother had given him the grand tour. “I know it’s here.” He turned to me. “I know you’ve got it.”
“The last shuttle’s in ten minutes,” the dorm mother said. “There isn’t time for another check.”
“She’s got it. I can tell by the look on her face. She’s hidden it somewhere. Somewhere in this dorm.”
