Sisters in Sanity
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“Spokane’s in Washington. Learn some geography, why don’t you. And how’d you hear?”
“I was told.”
“By Clayton?” So much for patient confidentiality.
“That’s not important,” Missy said, with this great, big sympathetic look on her face. “We’re here to help you process. Tell us how you feel.”
“She’s right, Hemphill. Own up to your feelings,” Sheriff said.
“You tell me what you know,” I said, facing Missy.
“Your grandmother tracked your mother down, found her living like, like some crazy homeless person,” she said.
“Mama’s a wild child, just like you,” Sheriff said.
“Neither of you know crap about my mom.”
“I know she lived in denial about her illness until it was too late,” Missy said.
“Shut up!”
“Whoa, girlies. Looks like someone touched a nerve there,” Sheriff said.
“Unless you get with the program, you’re gonna end up just like her,” Missy said.
“Missy, there is so much in the world that you don’t know, that to even begin explaining it all to you would take the rest of my life.” My voice came out steady, even though my insides were burning. “And I’d rather end up like my crazy, messed-up mother than spend even a moment as a conniving, cowardly little conformist like you!”
Everyone cracked up when I said that, even Sheriff, who loved nothing more than a good catfight. Missy’s face went white with rage and finally she shut up. But when she caught my eye, she mouthed “I’m gonna get you.”
Chapter 19
I couldn’t sleep that night. I had so many emotions roiling around, about Mom—and Dad, as usual—but also about Missy, V, and Bebe. So I lay in bed and thought about writing Jed a letter. I’d been writing him a lot of imaginary letters lately. I’d gotten another note from him with fireflies drawn all over it, but I hadn’t been able to sneak anything out to him. Hence my telepathic missives.
In my mind, I could say everything I really felt, things I never would have been able to say to Jed’s face or in real letters. I told him about how much our night meant to me and about the feeling I’d had when I played with the band. The music had cleansed me of so much unhappiness, and in my mind my love of music and my love for him were all mixed up. I told him about my fight with Bebe and my weird feelings toward V. And sometimes when it was really quiet and late and I couldn’t sleep, I would confide in Jed about the things that scared me most: that I’d never get out of Red Rock and get to be with him like a normal girl, that I never was or would ever be a normal girl. Maybe I was going to end up crazy too. Not the carving-my-skin, barfing-up-my-lunch, ditching-class types that passed for crazy at Red Rock. But voices-in-my-head crazy. Crazy like my mother.
I was still talking to Jed when the sun peeked through the shades. A day on the quarry with no sleep was a brutal thing, and I knew I was in for a rough go of it when I stumbled to the shower. And that was before I saw V crouching in the corner of the stall.
“Don’t scream,” she whispered as I jumped.
“How’d you get in here?” I whispered.
“Very sneakily,” she said.
“Aren’t you still Level Two?”
“Yes. But Level Two girls need showers too.” V pointed to the dressing area, where her escort was waiting.
“How’d you know I’d be here?”
“You always use the second stall, Brit. For a rebel girl you’re a creature of habit.”
“Are you okay? We’ve all been worried sick about you. You must be going crazy in iso.”
“It’s not fun, but I’ve endured worse.”
“Couldn’t you just tell Sheriff that you were ready to face your issues?”
“I’m afraid that doesn’t work the fourth time around,” she said, smiling ruefully. “I was hoping I’d see one of you guys, thought you might slip over to see me.”
“Well, it’s been rough. We’ve all been under surveillance.”
“There are ways around that.”
I shrugged. “You’re the one who knows all the ways. What were we supposed to do?”
“That’s up to you.”
“What—you think I owe you a risky visit because of what you did?”
V looked genuinely surprised and then kind of hurt, which made me feel like a jerk. “You don’t owe me anything, Brit. There’s no outstanding debt between us.” She seemed sincere, but I felt like it was all a lie. There was a huge debt between us, and now I would have to pay her back for something I’d never asked for in the first place. “Don’t sweat it. Your Christmas present was just more costly than I expected, but I was happy to give it to you. Did you have a good night out with Jed?”
I smiled just thinking of it. “I did.”
“So be happy. It was worth it.”
“To me, not to you.”
“That’s for me to decide. Are you mad at me or something?”
“Or something,” I lied. “I just feel guilty.”
“Brit,” she sighed with all her world-weariness. “Guilt is such a waste of an emotion. Don’t spend your energy on it—or on me.” And then she crawled under the stall to the empty shower next to mine and turned on the tap.
That afternoon on the quarry was one of my loneliest times at Red Rock. The heat had returned in full force, sending the counselors back to their Diet Cokes and magazines on the patio. It would have been possible to talk to the girls. But Martha wasn’t there, probably on another of her hikes. And Cassie was working alongside her new roommate again. Bebe was still giving me the cold shoulder. So I just piled bricks by myself, replaying my sad conversation with V in my mind. It was so hot out and I was perspiring so much that no one noticed my face was damp with tears.
It was three long weeks before Bebe decided to end her silent treatment and make peace with me. Sort of. She approached me on the quarry, ready to strike a deal.
“This is all getting so tiresome, Brit,” she said. “I’m bored with it. Can we stop now?” No apology. No “I missed you.” No “darling.”
“You’re the one who’s pissed at me, Bebe,” I said.
“Look, I just said this whole thing was tiresome. Can we not talk about it? Besides, I have something far more amusing to tell you.”
“What?”
“Come with me.” I followed her over to where Cassie was piling bricks with her new roommate. “Brit, this is Laurel. Laurel, this is Brit.” We checked each other out. Laurel was tiny, a speck of a thing, even smaller than Bebe, with black hair cut into a bob and gorgeous hazel eyes. Lucky girl to have Cassie as her brick buddy.
“Laurel is Cassie’s new roommate.”
“I know. Hi.”
“Hey.”
“It appears our Cassie and her Laurel are special roommates.”
“Huh?” I asked. Laurel was standing right there, so I wasn’t sure what Bebe was doing. Cassie, for her part, was pawing at the ground with her foot and blushing crimson.
“You know how being assigned new roommates was a punishment? Well they really found a way to nail Cass.”
I looked at Laurel, but her face was impassive. I didn’t know why Bebe was dissing her like this.
“They roomed Cassie with a lesbian!” Bebe said, cracking up now.
“I prefer the term queer,” Laurel said.
Bebe laughed so loudly that Cassie had to cover her mouth with her hand.
“But the idiots that run this place obviously don’t know I’m queer,” Laurel said.
“Ain’t that rich?” Cassie said. “Her mom put her here because she ran away to San Francisco when she was fifteen. But the reason she ran away is because she was afraid to come out in a small town with less than two hundred kids at her high school. Just like me.”
“I ran away because I was advised to,” Laurel said. “You see, when I started to feel too trapped to breathe, I called the national gay-lesbian youth hotline to ask about coming out. My parents are very religious, very conservative, and the sweet g*y boy from the hotline told me to keep quiet until I could move somewhere, shall we say, more sophisticated. Then I should come out.”
“She ran away to Frisco the next day,” Cassie said, positively schoolgirlish in her admiration.
“Well, the hotline boy didn’t say how long I should wait to move, did he?”
“And your mom had no idea why?” I asked.
“Not a stitch,” Cassie answered. “Her mom found her and brought her home, but she’d had such a good time in Frisco that she took off again. Next time her mom found her, she’d brought one of the escorts from Red Rock.”
“And none of them have any clue why you ran?”
“Clearly not, based upon my roommate situation,” Laurel said. “Their ignorance is our bliss.” She grinned at Cassie.
“So are you two dears a couple?” the ever-tactful Bebe asked.
“We don’t feel the need to define it,” Laurel said.
“We ain’t a couple,” Cassie replied. “But aside from that girl at the beach, Laurel’s the first g*y person I’ve ever met.”
“Honey, one in ten people are gay,” Laurel replied. “I’m just the first queer you know you’ve met.”
“Wow, Cass,” I said. “They should put you in the brochure. ‘I was miserable when I got here, confused about my sexuality. But at Red Rock, I got a lesbian roommate and all my troubles vanished.’”
“It’s all too perfect. I must tell Martha. It’ll cheer her up. Has anyone seen her?” Bebe asked.
Cassie had seen Martha heading out on one of Sheriff’s character-building treks earlier that morning.
“Poor darling,” Bebe said. “In this heat.”
“I know,” Cassie said. “It’s hotter than a two-dollar pistol.”
“I love it when you talk Texas,” Laurel said with an affectionate giggle.
“I guess Brit’s not the only one who owes our dear V a nod of thanks,” Bebe said, throwing another pointed glance my way.
“Drop it, Bebe,” I warned.
“Fine, it’s dropped,” Bebe said, back to her bitchy voice.
“We’d best split up now,” Cassie said. “Don’t want to separate the counselors from their National Enquirers.”
“Ciao, girlies,” Bebe said, flittering off.
Cassie and Laurel moved away too. And just like that, I was alone again.
Chapter 20
“Are you ready to talk about your grandmother’s letter?” Clayton asked.
“What’s to talk about?”
“I really am so tired of your obfuscation, Brit. There’s much to discuss in that letter.”
“My mom’s okay. She’s in Spokane. It’s all good news.”
“Is it really?”
“She’s not dead, so relatively speaking, yes it is.”