sheâd probably be annoyed with me. I also left out the daughter of the devil angle. Mom was broad-minded, but it was best to give her the info in digestible chunks.
ââ¦and Jess is still hiding from meâshe sleeps at night now, behind a locked door. She used to stay up all night because I was up all night. I really screwed the pooch, Mom. Pardon my French. I think the worst part is, Iâm in a mess thatâs totally of my own making. Sinclair warned me about the Book, but I didnât listen. And Jess paid for it. Everybody paid for it.â
âYou did, too, honey,â my mom said, her eyes soft with sympathy. Ahhhh. A motherâs loveâ¦it was like slipping into a saunaâwarm, yet hard to breathe. âYouâre still paying for it. Of course, Jessica is upset. But youâve been friends since the seventh grade. A little felony assault isnât going to change that.â
âDo you think so?â
âYes,â she said firmly, and I started to perk right up. âYour friendship survived death. Itâll recover from this. Just keep apologizing. Do it every single day. Besides, a little remorse will do you good, dear.â
âThanks, Mom.â
âI take it Tina and Marc have forgiven you?â
âYeah, seems like it. Tina never seemed mad about it in the first place, and Marcâs a little tense around me, but he treats me nice and all. Itâs just Jessica.â And Sinclair. But there was only so much I could stand to tell her about my own piss-poor behavior.
âHoney, it wasnât your fault. It was that Book. Bound in skin and written in human blood, you say? It must be ancientâ¦possibly predatingâwellâeverything.â Her eyes were seeing me and far away at the same time; Iâd seen that look before. âWhat I wouldnât give toâyou say you keep it in your library?â
âMom. Seriously. If I see you near that thing, Iâll throw it in the fireplace. I might do it anyway. No Book for you.â So sheâd know I wasnât kidding, I went Soup Nazi on her. We were both gigantic Seinfeld fans. â No Book for you!â
âBetsy, you canât.â She was all somber and reproachful. Not a big fan of book-burning, my mom. âItâs literally priceless. Think of what we couldââ
âItâs a priceless pain in my big white butt. You donât go anywhere near it, get me? The thingâs been around forever, and even Sinclair hasnât read it allâjust enough to torture me with. I mean it, Mom. Promise you wonât try to check it out.â
âI promise if you promise not to burn it.â
âFine, I promise. And thanks for the escape hatch, but I canât blame the Book for how I acted after. Nobody stuck a gun in my ear and made me read it. It was my choice. And Iâve got to make it up with Jess.â
âWell, keep trying to apologize. Youâll have more time to do that, now.â She looked out the window again.
I leaned down and rested my head on her shoulder. âYeah, youâre right. Iâll keep at it.â
She rubbed my back, and we watched the sun go down together.
Chapter 17
âI t took some doing,â Marc said into the baby monitor, âbut we got it figured out. Over.â
âItâs not a walkie-talkie, and youâre not a trucker,â I said, exasperated. âAnd how much doing could it have taken? You started last night.â
âHey, next time you track down Damien. Whose name is Laura, by the way.â
We were in the kitchenâeveryone but Jessicaâand I was getting the scoop on my lost-now-found sister. The three of them were unanimous in their dislike of screaming at Jessicaâs closed door, so Marc had picked up a set of baby monitors. Heâd popped one into Jessicaâs room that morning, while she was out and the rest of us were conked. She couldnât have
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