the car, and Mary flinches. He breathes deep, pushing back equal parts of rage and pity, and curiosity. âSorry. Tell me what itâs like.â
âYou donât want to know.â
âTell me. â
âGod, you hate me.â
He closes his eyes. âLook, Mary, you said you wanted to talk to me. Iâm listening. I donât hate you. Iâm pissed but Iâm as pissed at myself as I am at you. More pissed. If telling me what itâs like to be you helps me get it, then tell me what itâs fucking like.â
She touches her forehead to the steering wheel. âItâs like I canât just be me, ever , like thereâs this thing Iâm supposed to be and I have to be it. No matter how bad I feel or how much I hate how everyone sees me, thereâs nothing I can do to change it. Itâs like a black hole, it sucks you in and thereâs not even a trace of you.â She closes her eyes. âWhen your life is like that, you do things . . . things you donât understand. This is stupid,â she says. âYou donât want to know this.â She stares out the windshield, quiet. Then, almost as if to someone else, âThere are spies everywhere.â
âWhat?â
Mary doesnât seem to hear.
âSpies?â Paulie says. âWhat are you talking about?â
Maryâs head jerks. She hesitates, as if Paulie snapped her out of a daydream. âMy dad,â she says finally. âHe knows things about me thereâs no way he could guess.â
âLike . . .â
âOne of his friends saw me at Taco Time, what was I doing there? Or somebody saw me driving up by the lake, wasnât I supposed to be home? There are forty thousand people in this town; there canât be that many coincidences. Half the time he knows what route I take from school for my Running Start classes and I take a different one every time, just to mess him up.â
âSo how did you get away being at the Armory that night? Or with disappearing? What about your mom?â
Mary looks out the side window. âMy mother barely exists ,â she says. âShe just does what my dad says.â
Paulie knows a thing or two about irrational parent behavior. He watches Mary and shakes his head.
âAll I ever hear from my mother is that my dad loves me and I should âdo his bidding.â I got to the Armory by telling him I had extra cheerleading practice. When I disappeared he was so freaked out he didnât know what to do.â
âSo getting with me was one of those things you barely understand?â His voice is tinged with skepticism.
âThatâs part of it.â
âWhy me ?â
âYouâre safe. You donât hurt people.â
Paulie sits back. Great. I donât hurt people, so I get screwed.
âI messed up. Thereâs more to tell, but . . .â
âJesus, donât stop now.â
Mary leans back, grips the wheel until her knuckles are white. âSome awful things, Paulie. Awful things.â
âTell me.â
âIt wouldnât do you any good to know.â
In a low, measured voice, he says, âMary, it might do you some good for me to know, or at least for somebody to know.â Paulie is being the Paulie who drives himself nuts. Why canât I just say, âTell it to your shrinkâ? Iâm not supposed to be the fucking shrink. Why canât I still be that guy Justin thinks can have any girl he wants?
She shakes her head. âTrust me.â
If you want to talk, say it all or go fuck yourself. Heâs that close to saying it.
She sees it in his eyes. âThat canât sound right coming from me,â she says.
âWonât argue with that. You gotta admit, Mary. This is bizarre. Getting all up in my stuff, then running into Hannah in the middle of the road at midnight and then the whole schoolâs looking for you dead in the
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