You are a child of the sun, you come from the sun, and that is something true with the Earth also... your relationship with the Earth is so deep, and the Earth is in you and this is something not very difficult, much less difficult then philosophy.
Thích Nhất Hạnh
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A4Chapter 9
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t home, disaster lurked.Terror. Horror.
Her.
The conversation was always the same. Bombast. Then reproach. Followed by thoughtlessness. Always draped in tones as syrupy as molasses.
And she was off and running.
“Why, Tory, look at you! You’re gettin’ to be so lovely! Angel eyes!”
Oh God.
“But, dear thing, why not a sundress? Girl as pretty as you shouldn’t slum around in T-shirts and shorts.”
Stop.
“I cannot wait to take you for a proper haircut. My girl Da’Nae will know exactly what to do with that tangle.”
Kill me. Kill me now.
Dinner plans had taken a dreadful turn. Kit’s “lady friend” had been added to the guest list. I was not consulted, perhaps because my feelings on the issue of Whitney are clear.
I stared full bore at Kit. He kept his eyes on his plate.!!!Thanks for the heads-up, jerk.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Whitney Rose Dubois.
“Have you thought about what I said last time, sugar?” Whitney feigned nonchalance. Failed.
“Yes, Whitney, I did.” I tried to be diplomatic. “I don’t think it’s me.”
“Not you?” Mascara-laden lashes fluttered. Bleached hair swished. “Not you!” A manicured hand fluttered to rest on jacked-up boobs. “But of course it’s you!” Saucer eyes conveyed total lack of understanding.
Swing and a miss. How to put this delicately?
“The whole idea is ridiculous. Stupid.”
There. Oprah would be proud.
“Tory!” Kit said. “That’s enough.”
I resisted an impulse to sigh theatrically. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m just not into the whole ‘deb’ thing.”
For a month, Whitney had worked to convince me to make my debut as a lady. I had zero interest. White dresses. Satin gloves. Being displayed like cattle. No thanks. I’m just not that into you.
My mind raced to find a new topic. Blanked.
“But sweet pea, you’ll soon turn sixteen. You simply must be introduced to society.” Whitney trained her baby blues on Kit. This was clearly the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’ll meet society later.”
“Nonsense! And Tory, darlin’, I’m your lucky day!” Looking pleased with herself, Whitney placed her hand on Kit’s. Gross. “Now, we only have six months left in this season, but I happen to haveconsiderable influence on the committee. You’re a shoo-in to be selected.” The woman positively beamed.
“Tory, Whitney’s offering you a special opportunity.” Kit, trying to smooth the waters. “You could use a little branching out. These are the nicest families in Charleston.”
I felt a twinge of sympathy for the old man. This wasn’t his idea, and he worried about my level of “girl time.”
Nevertheless, I crushed the feeling like a bug. Eating with Whitney only reminded me that Mom was gone forever. She had no right to play at being my mother. Out of bounds.
“I go to school with those girls, Kit. They aren’t that nice.”
“But I can help with that!” Whitney looked so eager it was painful. “I know all the etiquette. I can teach you the dances. I’ll find lovely dresses for you to wear.” She leaned close. “I’ll coach you the whole way.”
Scramble. Change subject.
“Kit, uh... how’s the turtle?”
He blinked. “The what? Oh! The turtle that took on a propeller. It’s fine, just a scrape. Those shells are tough.”
Kit downed a forkful of Whitney’s lasagna. Which, admittedly, was excellent.
Grrr.
“Sea turtles are such beautiful creatures.” I encouraged the current line of conversation. Kit took the bait.
“Yes. Boaters really must be more careful. But the pilot thought enough to bring the animal to us, so he’s not a bad sort. Surgery took about an hour, and... ” He stopped. Pointed with his fork. “Wait. Who told you about the turtle?”
Shoot.
“Who told me?” I stammered.
“How did you find out about the injured sea turtle?” Kit spoke slowly, as though addressing a toddler.
“We sort of motored out to Loggerhead this afternoon. Coop has been missing, and I wanted to figure out what’s upsetting the pack, so—”
“Stop. Who is ‘we’?”
“Just me and the usual guys. Hi, Ben, and Shelton.”
A sharp tsk from Whitney. She had strong feelings about my being with boys unescorted. Puh-leeze.
“I didn’t see you,” Kit said.
“We went straight to Dead Cat. No big deal.” Here goes. “We did chat with Dr. Karsten for a few minutes.”
“And?” Wary.
“And what? You know how he is. We didn’t do anything. He’s all, ‘you kids always cause trouble,’ and ‘you’re going to burn down the island because you’re such idiots.’ We just left base and went out to Dead Cat for a while. That’s it.”
Close enough.
“Am I going to get an earful from Karsten?”
“No, Kit.” Heavy mocking. “You’re not ‘going to get an earful from Karsten.’”
I hoped.
“Why would you want to play on that stinky old island?” Whitney’s perfect little nose crinkled in disgust. Stopped. I actually saw the thought cross her mind. “Unless you’re doing work like your daddy does.” Again, she turned the big blues on Kit. “Important work.”
“Like I said, I wanted to check on the wolfdogs. Coop’s been missing lately, and the other three are agitated about something.”
Whitney donned her long-suffering face. A parent confronted by childish obstinacy. “I thought we were finished with the dog debate.” Prim. “Your father has spoken.”
Okay. I may stab her. I would probably get a medal.
“I wasn’t asking to get a dog, Whitney.” Kit had refused my repeated requests. I suspected Whitney was behind his opposition. She detests pets. “I was referring to the wolfdogs out on Loggerhead. The puppy is missing.”
“I’m sure he’ll turn up.” Softer. Kit knew I wanted a dog more than anything on earth. “It’s a big island. He’s probably just nosing around by himself.”
“But it doesn’t make sense. Wolves develop close relationships and maintain lifelong social bonds. They have a deep affection for kin, will even sacrifice themselves for the pack.” I grew more distressed just talking about it. “The others would never let Coop go off alone. He’s not fully grown.”
“Wolves?” Whitney’s eyes were saucers. “You’re cavorting with wolves?” Her head whipped to Kit. “That’s ghastly! She’ll be mauled. Or eaten!”
Kit looked trapped. Two angry women. Tough spot.
“Only one is actually a wolf,” he said to Whitney. “She’s harmless.”
“A harmless wolf?”
“She’s been on the island for years. Her mate is just a normal German shepherd.”
“Their pups are called wolfdogs,” I explained. “Half-dog, half-wolf. Coop is the youngest.” I appealed to Whitney’s warm fuzzy center. “He’s a puppy, only a few months old.”
“You mean a diseased, wild mongrel! Someone should call animal control. Aren’t those dogs illegal?”!!!That’s it. I’m done.
“Thanks for dinner.” I shot to my feet. “I’ve got homework.”
A drive-by wave.
I hit the stairs before either could utter a word.
Two steps at a time.
