sure it would be easier for them.â
The woman made a curve toward the door with her hand. âThis part of the school isnât open to students now,â she said.
âIâm not a student,â I told her.
âLucky me,â she said. She drank the rest of her water.
I ended up doing my thinking outside while I walked around and around the school yard. By the time I got to the front for the third time, Marsh was there, leaning up against a cedar tree.
âToo much coffee makes you hyper,â he said. âArenât you afraid it will stunt your growth?â
âToo late,â I said.
About then a family came out of the school with their suitcases. The man was one of the snorers so I should have been glad to see him go. But it actually made me a little queasy. I was just getting used to the way things were and now there were going to be more changes.
âAre you still sort of helping me out when Frankâs not here,â I asked him.
The sun glinted through the branches behind Marshâs head. I had to squint to look at him.
âAs long as itâs legal.â He took the keys to his truck out of his pocket and jingled them. âAnywhere within reason you want to go?â
âThereâs someplace I need to go,â I said. âI wouldnât say I want to go there.â Then I told Marsh what Iâd found out from Chuck.
âDonât get your hopes up,â Marsh told me, which was the opposite of what Mrs. Stoa kept saying.
The problem was, I didnât really know what my hopes were. I wanted Dan to be the person they found in Cato City. I wanted him to be in the hospital getting better.
But if he was there, Iâd have to face up to the fact that heâd pretty much run away from me. And unless the ring I was still wearing around my neck was a message, he hadnât even cared enough to say goodbye.
We tried the community hospital first. They said they couldnât give us any details because we werenât family, but they could tell us he wasnât there then . That sounded like he might have been there and was gone now, which was encouraging.
But it was also discouraging because if heâd been released or whatever you call it when you leave the hospital, where would he go?
We went back to the truck and sat. âI donât know what to do next,â I said.
âYes, you do,â Marsh said. âIf the . . . if Dan is in the condition you heard he was in, the hospital wouldnât just send him out into the street. Not that fast, anyway.â
âSo you think maybe they sent him to the mental hospital?â
Marsh started the truck. âBelieve me,â he said, âIâm not any more excited about going there than you are.â
The road out east to Metal Springs was in horse country, all rolling hills and aspen already turning yellow for the fall. It would have been an excellent trip except for where we were going. Every time we passed a white horse I made a wish.
An appaloosa raced along beside us for quite a while. His ears were back and his tail stretched out behind him. He kept looking over at the truck like he wanted to tell us something. In a perfect world he would have been able to.
7
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T HERE USED TO BE SOMETHING CALLED a spa at Metal Springs. Hot water bubbled out of the ground and people came there to soak in it and get rid of their aches and pains. Sometimes they drank the water as well.
This was all written on a sign just inside the gate to the hospital grounds. It went on to say that fifty years or so ago, they found out there was too much arsenic in the water so they shut the spa down, but left the old buildings standing.
I had no idea which one of those buildings to go in to and ask about Dan. Marsh seemed to know, though. Heâd been pretty quiet on the drive out and kind of moody, but he took me up to the registration building like he knew exactly where he was
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