started to notice it. You see, Barney, coincidentally, it was right then that everything started to go wrong.â
âDoesnât sound like a coincidence to me,â said Barney.
Barney said that everyone must be worried. But Iâd put my head in my hands, then, and Iâd said, âPlease, please donât make me go back.â
Thatâs when he said I could stay as long as I wanted.
âNo pressure in the slightest, my dear boy,â is what he said.
And so I started living in his house, which was the messiest house Iâd ever been in, in my entire life.
After a couple of nights I got used to hearing him leaving late at night when he thought I was asleep, and in the mornings he always had new information, not that I was too thrilled to hear some of itâseeing as it was about posters with my face on them and newspaper articles about my disappearance. I was interested in the Day of Prayer for Oscar Dunleavy theyâd had, though. Barneyâd said that everyone in my class had been right up at the front and how everyone had said how terrible it was that I had gone.
âOh right,â I said, trying to sound uninterested, âand did you hear anything else?â
âYes. I heard that everyone liked you enormously.â
âYeah,â I said, âmaybe some people did. Maybe they meant in the past, before everything changed. Anyway, itâs easy for people to like you when youâre dead. Itâs a pity none of them could see their way to liking me when it mattered to me, when I was alive.â
âYouâre still alive, Oscar. Youâre not dead. Had you forgotten?â
âLook, I donât want to talk about whether Iâm alive or dead, and I donât want to talk about my old life. I donât want to talk about any of that.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I am ashamed,â I said.
the fifteenth slice
In the weeks that followed, I tried to confront Paloma Killealy, but it didnât take a genius to figure out she was trying to avoid me. She and I were in the same year, in the same school. We walked along the same corridors, went through the same doors, ate in the same lunchroom. It seemed impossible that I wouldnât come face-to-face with her. But I hadnâtânot since Oscarâs mass. I could only assume she was deliberately avoiding me and I wouldnât have blamed her. I would have avoided myself too if I could have.
Now my only connection with Oscar was Stevie. He used to make me smile, particularly as he was the one person who kept believing that Oscar was still alive.
As the days went by, I felt the need to be close to all the gigantic hope that Stevie held inside his small body. Sometimes Iâd call by, and Oscarâs dad would let me into the house. But other times Iâd go around there very late when I knew Stevieâd be in his room, with his candle always dancing in the window. Iâd tap on the window and we could end up chatting there for hours.
It was nearly a month after Iâd been home that my mum caughtme creeping back home on a school night, and naturally enough she wanted to know what I was doing, and where I had been and what I thought I was up to. And then before I had a chance to answer, she said it was too late even to think about having a proper conversation about it now, but next day, me and her and my dad were going to have to have a serious talk.
I snapchatted Stevie to say I was in trouble for sneaking out of my house, and he said heâd be the fall guy for me if that would do any good.
My mum said that my obsessive need to talk to Stevie was not good for either of us, and she told me that I needed to see the grief counselor at school, and that if I didnât set it up, sheâd ring Mr. OâLeary herself, so I went okay, okay, Iâll do it.
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