see meâ¦â Iâm finding it hard to go on. To formulate the question. But I donât have to.
âOh, Iris,â he says, and now I know he isnât smiling. âYou want to know why she prevented me from contacting youâ¦thatâs it, isnât it?â
I can barely say, âUh-huh.â
âIâm sorry, Iris, I really am.â I know from his voice that he means it. âBut your momâs the only one who can answer that question. Youâre going to have to ask her.â He pauses. âWhen youâre ready.â
I canât stop thinking about the phone call. Not even when Iâm in Theater Workshop and, later, in Economics class. Why wonât my father tell me what happenedâand will I ever be ready to ask my mom?
The Economics teacher calls my name twice before I look up. âIris, can you answer the question, please?â
âUh, Iâm sorryâ¦but I donât think I heard it.â
Lenoreâs arm shoots up. âI think the term youâre looking for is the law of diminishing returns.â
âIâm glad to know some of you are paying attention,â the teacher says.
Lenore turns her head just enough to give me a condescending smile.
After school, Katie and I hurry along Monkland Avenue, on our way to the Villa-Maria metro station. Our arms are linked, and we keep our heads down to protect our faces from the gusty November wind. âI canât believe you couldnât answer that question about decreasing returns,â Katie says.
âDiminishing. Not decreasing.â
Katie doesnât seem to notice that Iâve corrected her.
âYou know what else I canât believe? That you didnât take a picture of him! You shouldâve known Iâd want to see what he looks like.â
âI know itâs dumb, but I only thought about it afterward,â I tell her. âHe sent me a picture on FacebookâIâll show you that later. Youâll see he looks like me. I mean, I look like him. Same cheekbones, same wide-apart eyes. And we have the same laugh. Heâs taller than I expected, and handsome. Well, kind of. I can sort of see why Mom fell for him.â
I can almost feel Katie shiver under her jacket. âYou still havenât told her about Plattsburgh?â
âI donât think she could handle it. Did I tell you he used to act?â
âThatâs pretty cool. So maybe actingâs in your genes.â
âShe couldâve told me.â
Katie knows I mean my mom. âSo are you happier now that youâve seen him and heâs your Facebook friend?â
Weâre crossing Girouard Avenue. At least itâll be warm inside the station. âDo I seem happier?â
Katie does something unusual for her. She stops to think about the question. âYou seem different. Not necessarily happier. But definitely different. Youâre not hanging out with Mick whatâs-his-name, are you?â
I canât believe Katie has just asked me that. Itâs a good thing she canât see my face.
âOf course not.â I figure I should go on the offensive. âWhy would you ask me such a weird question?â
âAntoine said he thought he saw you twoâat the mountain. In a pedal boat.â
âIn a pedal boat? Thatâs insane! Hey, I thought you said Antoine was dead to you.â
âHe is,â Katie says. âUsually anyway.â
The metro is late. Katie grabs my arm. âDâyou think there was a jumper?â
âDo you have to call them jumpers ?â
I hate the dirty-socks smell of Montrealâs underground city. But as long as there are no mechanical difficultiesâand no suicides (what Katie calls jumpers )âyou can usually set your watch by our metro system.
It was my idea to take Katie downtown shopping. I want to buy us friendship bracelets. I told Katie I wanted to make it up to her for missing her
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