“. . . she saved us,” the TV blared and I recognized the Minder from last night. “If it wasn’t for her all those children would have been killed. I would have died.” The Minder was crying and someone handed her a tissue. “She’s a hero.”
“That’s not what happened,” I started to say, but then the newswoman continued.
“There are rumors that Amy Harris plans to take the Guardian test after she classes out. The director has no comment at this time.”
I turned to Rice. “Did you mention to anyone that I wanted to be a Guardian? Like maybe Dr. Reynolds?” Dr. Reynolds saw me leave the Rumble Room, but what good would announcing it do? I was sure he would have control over what was said on the news. Wouldn’t he rather no one knew I was breaking the rules?
Rice shook his head. “No . . . I knew you were up to something with Kay, and after all of your Guardian questions at the party, I’d have to be pretty dense not to figure it out. I haven’t told anyone, though.”
“You don’t think Vivian said something, do you? She’s the only other person I told.” I couldn’t imagine Vivian gossiping after she promised she wouldn’t.
“I don’t think she said anything, but Amy, I have to tell you something. It’s why I came over.” His face turned dark as he took my hand, squeezing it softly.
“What?” I asked, even though I got the feeling that I didn’t want to know. “What is it?”
“Amy, I’m so sorry. It’s Vivian,” he said, looking into my eyes. “She’s on the list of the dead.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Hard to get lots.
Okay.
On the outside, Memorial Hall looked like any other building in New Hope, but inside it was just one big, bland, white room. Chairs were set up facing the platform and podium and the overflow of mourners stood in the back and along the sides. I wanted to hide in the back but my mother made Baby and me sit up front with her and Adam.
I finally gave up trying to stop the tears. I wiped my face with my sleeve and thought how inappropriate it was that I was wearing red to a memorial service. Baby’s yellow jumper was just as ridiculous; it was like we were all in a cult.
After my mother’s speech, Dr. Reynolds stepped forward. “Thank you, Director Harris. Will everyone please feel free to access individual names at any of the consoles located around the hall. Don’t hesitate to add an epitaph for friends and loved ones. In order to heal, we must first remember.” Dr. Reynolds nodded crisply at my mother and they left the platform. My mother came over to retrieve Adam before she was swept aside to speak to someone I didn’t know.
I spotted Kay and headed over to her while my mother was distracted, Baby trailing behind me.
“Hi, Kay,” I said, wondering who she lost during the Incident. None of the Guardians, but a friend maybe. Did Kay have friends?
“We probably shouldn’t be seen talking together,” she muttered to me between clenched teeth.
“Why not? It’s out that I want to be a Guardian. . . . My mother hasn’t even said anything about it.” I watched her, across the room, looking stressed but composed. “Do you think . . . maybe we should just tell my mother that you’re training me? She seems okay with me trying out. She might feel better if she knows I’m prepared.”
“Absolutely not.” Kay lowered her voice. “I’m sure that as your mother she’d want you to be safe, but as the director she would have to make an example of you for not following the rules.”
“You break the rules all the time,” I told her, incredulous.
“I never break the rules,” she stated firmly.
“Right . . . never.”
My mother appeared at my side and took me by the shoulder, away from Kay. “Honey, why don’t you go write something for Vivian? I’ll watch Baby.” She gave me a tender look. “It will make you feel better.”
I doubted it, but I nodded and went over to wait in line. After a while, the crowd thinned and I found an unused console. I typed in
After the short video, I highlighted the pencil in the corner of the screen and saw that Tracey had already left an epitaph. GOOD-BYE, VIV. YOU WERE ONE OF A KIND AND YOU WILL BE DEARLY MISSED. It reminded me of the messages written inside the high school yearbook I found ages ago, while scavenging in the After.