18
Eli and I celebrated my “one more day” by indulging in chocolate.
We wandered down streets until we found a shop called
“You are the best brother ever,” I said as we left the store with two bags.
“I don’t feel at all brotherly with you. But then I look at you and see my sister. Like this scar on your arm.” He pointed to a small white line below my elbow. “I bet you don’t know how that happened.”
I shook my head. “No idea.”
“But I do. I was six, and you were teaching me how to ride my bike.”
“I was a nice sister,” I observed, moving aside with Eli to make room for a couple with a stroller.
“You were the best,” he agreed a bit sadly. “It was when Dad was starting his dealership and Mom did his bookkeeping, leaving us with babysitters a lot. It was Sharayah who put me up on a bike, explained what to do and pushed me into the street. But a car turned onto our street and was headed for me. Sharayah ran after me, grabbed the bike and threw us out of the way. I fell on the grass, but she had to go to the emergency room for stitches. That’s the Sharayah I miss.”
“She’s around, just in hiding,” I said. “She’ll come back.”
“I hope so.”
“Until then, you’ve got me.”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “I like that.”
“You know what I like?”
“What?” He gave me a look that was far from brotherly.
“What else?” I reached into the bag and we shared a chocolate-covered strawberry.
That afternoon will probably go down as the most romantic platonic non-date in history. No kissing, hand holding or body contact of any kind. We walked along the beach without even brushing fingertips. We found a small amusement park and rode on fast rides, sitting a safe “sibling distance” apart. Despite all this non-touching, I felt closer to Eli than ever.
After a late lunch of chili hot dogs and onion rings, I was staring at a spot of chili on his mouth, wishing I could kiss it off, when Eli glanced at the clock on his cell phone and said he had to leave. Turns out he wasn’t lying about having friends to visit. He invited me to go along, but keeping up the Big Sister pretense privately was hard enough; it would be insane around people who actually knew Sharayah.
So I wandered back to the beach.
Mauve was exactly where I’d left her, sitting on the towel with her elbows on her knees. She was leaning her head against her hands in a wistful way, watching a guy around thirty and a toddler girl about the age of my triplet sisters. The guy, who was probably the father, was showing the little girl how to dig in the sand with a plastic shovel. Mauve was so absorbed in watching that she didn’t notice me until I plopped down on the hot sand beside her. When she lifted her face, I was stunned to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Mauve, what’s wrong?” I asked in concern. “Why are you crying?”
She wiped her eyes. “I’m not. Just something in my eye.”
“Yeah — tears.”
“Forget it,” she said sharply. “I’m fine.”
“No, you aren’t. Did something happen with Alonzo?”
“No. We’re cool.”
“So why are you crying alone on the beach? And you had the oddest expression while you watched them.” I pointed as the little girl giggled when her father shoveled sand over her toes. “Do you know them?”
“No.” She sounded angry now. “And stop acting like you don’t know what’s going on. We talked about this when you saw the picture. I appreciate your support, but I warned you never to bring it up again. You’re just trying to get me to talk about it, and I already told you I’m not going to.”
Hmmm, this was getting interesting. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen any picture so I had no clue what was going on.
“I read this book once, called
“Self-help books suck. And since when do you read books that don’t have half-naked men on the cover?” She brushed sand off her towel, turning her back on me. “Go away, Rayah. Hang out with your brother if you’re bored.”
“Eli is visiting his friends.”
“So find Sadie. She’ll talk about anything.”
“Except for the problems she’s trying to hide,” I said.
“Don’t compare me with her,” Mauve warned. “My issues aren’t anything like Sadie’s. I’m not a klepto.”
“You know about her stealing?” I blew out a heavy sigh.
“Hel-lo? I’m the one who warned you Sadie had stolen your ATM card and that you better switch all your money to another bank.”
I thought of the cash in my purse, finally understanding. Sharayah wasn’t carrying all that cash for any nefarious reasons. She meant to put it into a new account in a different bank — only I’d interrupted by taking over her body.
“—and never leave your purse around when Sadie comes to our room,” Mauve added. “She can’t help herself if she sees jewelry, credit cards or cash. She’s my friend and all, but she’s a thief. At least she’s been better since she got arrested—”
“Arrested!” My hand flew to my mouth and I tasted sand. Yuck.
“Shhsh! Not so loud,” Mauve cautioned, looking around nervously. “We promised not to tell anyone as long as Sadie continues with her therapy. But she’s missing her session this week, so I’m worried about a relapse. We have to watch her carefully. Have you seen her take anything?”
I nodded. “A rhinestone watch.”
“Damn.” Mauve scowled. “When did this happen?”
“Yesterday.”
“And you’re just now telling me?” Mauve gave me a disgusted look. “You promised to let me know right away so I could prevent anything serious from happening.”
I stared at her, marveling at this new side of Mauve. It was almost like she had a heart. “You really do care about Sadie, don’t you?”
“She’s my friend.” Mauve shrugged. “And you are, too, even though you can be a total bitch sometimes.”
“Me?” I gasped.
“You never talk about your past, but sometimes it’s like you’re on self-destruct. I can’t always be there to pick up the pieces — although I try. You have to be responsible. Guys are fun, but they don’t stick around when you need them.”
“Not all guys,” I pointed out. “Eli … I mean, my brother, is the loyal type.”
“Your brother’s too young for me,” she said wryly.
But not for me, I thought.
“What about Alonzo?” I asked Mauve, trying to understand. “Things seem to be progressing nicely with him.”
“When spring break is over, so are we — if we last that long. He was pissed when I didn’t want to dance, so he’s probably already gone on to some other girl. I know better than to expect anything from him. We girls have to watch each others’ backs — guys just want to have fun with no responsibilities.”
Her tone hinted at a betrayal so deep an X-ray would probably show scaring across her heart. And when her
