friends.â
âOh god. Sheâs an idiot.â
âSheâs lucky.â
âWhere did they take her?â
âInto town to a burger joint. They all ate together and then they dropped her back off here on their way home.â
âOh. She didnât mention. Sheâs kind of a brat.â
I open the garage door and blink while my eyes adjust to the change from bright to dark. On the nearest wall Dad has installed a series of hooks on which every shovel and garden implement imaginable hangs. I select a spade-shaped shovel, better for digging into hard earth, and hand it to Wolf. Then I grab a second one for myself.
âI donât know if your sister mentioned it, but weâre having a party tonight at our place. You both are welcome to come.â
âWhat kind of party?â
âKind of a weird one, actually. My momâs throwing it to welcome herself back from rehab.â
âOh.â I donât know what else to say, so I look at him to see how he feels about it.
âI have to warn you, my mother is nuts.â
We are walking back toward the well, and I get the urge to tell him exactly how nuts my parents have been lately, too, but I donât.
âMy friends said they already invited your little sister, so I wanted to make sure you got an invite too.â
After my argument with Isabel last night, she vanished into her room and hasnât spoken to me since. I donât know what kind of response I was expecting to my acting like Dad, but I am sort of relieved not to have her making demands and complaining about every little thing.
I want to complain, too. I really do.
But whoâs going to listen or care?
âThanks,â I say, trying to imagine going off tonight to a party with a bunch of kids like Wolf.
I know without a doubt that I would not be allowed to go if our parents were here, and Izzy at fourteen would not in a million years be allowed to go. But a party ⦠itâs the sort of thing I sometimes fantasize about, wonder about, maybe even pine for, when Iâm thinking about what it would be like to live in a normal family, to have normal rules, to be a normal teenager.
I have heard kids talk at school. I am not interested in getting drunk or using drugs or making out with guys in front of other people. But laughing and having fun? Acting stupid? Falling into swimming pools with my clothes on?
I am ashamed to admit it even to myself, but it sounds kind of great.
I want so badly to feel carefree, it takes my breath away when I allow myself to think about it.
âSo does that mean youâll come?â Wolf says, a half smile on his lips.
We are back at the well, and I put my weight into trying to penetrate the ground with the tip of my shovel. I barely make a dent.
âIâm not sure.â
All the true answers I can give sound completely lame. Like, that Iâm not allowed to go to parties, that my sister is way too young, that my dad hates hippies and will kill us if he comes home and finds us off partying with a bunch of them.
âIf itâs lame, weâll just go do our own thing,â he says. âI canât guarantee youâll have a good time, but I can guarantee itâll be more fun than trying to dig up ruptured water pipes.â
He grins, and I canât help but laugh. These past few days have been so completely ridiculous, I donât know what else to do.
âGood, itâs settled then. You know how to get to the village?â
âNo, I donât hang out in the woods watching people the way you do.â
âYou should. It can be illuminating.â
âI bet.â
âYou just go down the hill and make a right on the next gravel road before you get to the main road. Itâs only about a half mile walk or bike ride, but if you want we could come get you in a friendâs car.â
âThatâs okay,â I say. âWe can walk. If we decide to go, I
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