to hate things like cruelty, and thistles and thorns. Not people. But I instantly regretted my words. Saying what the Freds wanted me to say usually just made Edwy mad. I winced again. âBut I kind of agree. Those men on the plane were . . .â
âTerrible,â Edwy finished for me. âAnd . . . hiding something. Fake.â
Not real either, I thought. His words carved into the seat had been about the men on the plane, not our real parents. I felt disappointed somehow. As if Iâd been counting on Edwy to explain everything. To solve all my problems.
âYou thought scratching graffiti into an airplane seat and addressing it âHey, worldâ was going to change anything?â Iasked. I sounded as bitter and complaining as Edwy ever did back in Fredtown.
He shrugged.
âI thought maybe someday someone might see it, someone might decide to help us. . . .â
Maybe the Freds had been more successful raising Edwy than any of them thought. He actually sounded hopeful. Idealistic.
I wished I could still feel that way.
âDoesnât it seem like every adult weâve ever known is hiding something?â I asked. âBecause theyâre the adults and weâre the kids. Because weâre not old enough yet to be told everything. Because . . .â
It struck me that only Freds gave those reasons. The men on the plane had just seemed to regard us kids as too much bother.
And my parents? I wondered. What are their reasons for . . . being like they are?
âYeah!â Edwy said, as if he liked my question. He kicked at a clump of mud half submerged in the water. âI thought everything would be different here.â
âIt is,â I muttered.
âNo, more different,â Edwy said impatiently. âLike . . . have you noticed that there arenât any kids older than us here either?â
âWeâre the oldest kids there are,â I said, annoyed that he would treat this like a big deal. âIt was like that in Fredtown, too. Remember?â I had to stop myself from adding Have you forgotten everything from before yesterday?
Edwy shook his head impatiently, making his hair flop to the side.
âNo, listen ,â he said, like he actually cared what I thought. âThey took you and me to Fredtown the day we were born. Because they didnât think we were safe here, right? If they really cared about kidsâ safety, wouldnât they have also taken the kids who were a year older than us, and two years older than us, and three years older than us, and so on and so on, all at the same time they took us?â
Iâd never thought of that before. Not once.
âMy family had a big party last night,â Edwy said. âTo celebrate me coming home. Andâall the other kids, too. And all these aunts and uncles came. My real mom and my real dad have, like, eight brothers and sisters apiece, and they all have kids, too, so it turns out I have, like, eleventy-billion cousins. It turns out I was related to half the kids in Fredtown!â
This almost made me giggle. This was so much what Edwy deserved.
âSo youâre the oldest cousin,â I said. âBig surprise.â
âNo,â Edwy said, shaking his head again, more emphatically than ever. âI wasnât. I had cousins there who weregrown-upsâtwenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-sevenâand then I had two or three cousins apiece at every age below mine. But between me and the twenty-five-year-oldsânothing.â
Maybe Iâd been sitting in the shade too long. I suddenly felt like shivering.
âOkay,â I said slowly. âMaybe thatâs just . . . a coincidence. Or something.â
I didnât even sound like I believed myself. I sounded spooked.
âHave you seen any kids older than us here?â he asked.
I thought about the people Iâd seen on my long walk from the
Steven L. Hawk
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J. Robert Janes
D.S. Roi
Mary Lancaster
Elizabeth Moss
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Frank Peretti
Caroline Adderson
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