I forgot that my friends were waiting and that Iâll see them Monday morning. Then I start walking as fast as I can, away from all of it, back toward Lisette, where itâs safe.
Except that nothing feels safe anymore.
sixteen
âBeans, whereâd you go? You scared me half to death.â
Lisetteâs combing her hair on the blanket, not looking all that scared. I drop down next to her. The walk back has calmed me a little, too, so at least my mind isnât spiraling out of control.
I couldnât have been gone that long. Lisetteâs hair is still wet from the ocean, and Alex and Jared are still skimboarding in the surf.
She rakes the comb through the salt-encrusted knots. I take it from her and work at the hard-to-reach spots in back.
âSorry,â I say, trying to decide what information to impart. âI just went for a walk and lost track. Went farther than I meant to.â
I donât know why I donât tell her about Mrs. Schyler and Frankie Sky. Itâs right there on my tongue, but then I keep it curled up instead. Maybe I just donât want her to think Iâm too weirdâor worse, that Iâm losing it, like my mother.
Lisette takes the comb from me and puts some shine conditioner in her hair. We sit for a while in silence, watching Alex and Jared crash in on their boards at the shore.
âSo what do you think of Alexâs bubblehead friend?â Lisette asks finally, nodding toward the surf.
âHeâs okay.â I scrape at the sand with a shell. âIâm not really one to say.â
âCut it out, Beans,â she says. âAnd, by the way, my boyfriend says youâre cute, so you donât have to just take my word for it.â
I lift my eyes, surprised, and open my mouth to ask, but she says, âWhat? I keep telling you that, Frankie, you just wonât believe me.â She squeezes my bare arm, and I gently move it away, hoping she doesnât feel the goose bumps that appeared at the thought of what Bradley said.
For a few minutes, I donât say anything or ask anything else. Because at this moment, everything feels normal between us. I soak it all in and let it wash over me, along with what Bradley said, while the sun bakes down warm and happy and cooks all the harder questions away.
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By late afternoon, weâre starving and decide to drive to a local seafood shack to get some burgers and fried clams, agreeing weâll head back to the beach after to see if we can catch some early fireworks. The Fourth isnât until tomorrow, but thereâs usually stuff going off all weekend.
I call Mom to tell her weâre having dinner at the mall and going to a movie with Alex and his friend after. She doesnât question me, even though I donât know the last time I went out like this for hours on end. Maybe she trusts Lisette and Alex, or maybe these are the freedoms that come with being almost sixteen.
Or maybe she doesnât care where I am.
âWhereâs Dad?â I ask, mostly as an afterthought as sheâs about to hang up the phone.
âNot sure.â She pauses as if sheâs just now considered it herself. âHe went out to run errands a few hours ago. I guess he hasnât come back yet.â Itâs Saturday evening, and Dadâs out running errands? My mind goes to Mrs. Merrillâs driveway. I wonder if her car is parked there.
âOkay, then,â I say. âHave a good night. I love you.â
âOkay, Francesca.â The phone clicks, and sheâs gone.
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By the time we get back to the beach, the sky is a deep plum and the air has begun to erupt with the whiz and pop of early fireworks. Alex drops us at the steps to the dunes, says he and Jared will be back in a few, and returns twenty minutes later with two shopping bags full of soda, cookies, and a six-pack of beer.
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