Daughter of Light (2 page)

I relived most of this while I sat silently in the cab of the tractor-trailer that carried me farther and farther into what I hoped was the safer darkness. I had hitched a ride with a truck driver at the restaurant Buddy had taken me to right after our escape when he went into the bathroom.

“So what are you really running away from, Lorelei?” Moses asked me.

Moses was an African American man who looked to be about fifty or so, with graying black hair but a strikingly full, white, neatly trimmed mustache. His ebony eyes caught the glow of oncoming automobile headlights. They seemed to feed on them and grow brighter. To me right then, he resembled Charon, the mythical ferryman who transported souls to the Greek version of hell, Hades. Where else would I end up?

He turned to me. “Who’s chasin’ you?”

“My old self,” I told him. “I’m looking to peel off the past, shed it like a snake sheds its old skin, and start somewhere new.”

He laughed. “My, my, at your age? That’s somethin’ someone like me might say. What are you, all of sixteen?”

“Eighteen, almost nineteen,” I said.

“Hmm.” He hummed skeptically. He focused those ebony eyes on me like tiny searchlights and softened his lips into a small smile. “A pretty girl like you could
get anyone to believe what she wants him to believe, I guess, but you better be careful out there. There are people who’ll say or do anythin’ to win your trust, and they won’t have your welfare in mind. No, sir. That would be the last thing on their list of what’s important to them. Yes, sirree, the last thing.”

“I know.”

He nodded. “Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. I don’t know what sort of street smarts you have, girl. You look too sweet to be strollin’ through any gutter, and believe me, I’ve seen plenty who’ve wallowed in them.”

“I can handle myself better than you think. Looks can be deceiving,” I said.

He laughed.

Once, I remember Daddy saying that if this one or that one knew the truth about us, he would shiver in his grave. Moses surely would, I thought, even after spending only ten minutes listening to him and sensing what he feared in the darkness through which he traveled.

“That’s for sure about looks,” he said. “Whenever I defended someone my mother thought was a good-for-nothin’ and said somethin’ like, ‘He looks like a decent person,’ she’d say, ‘The devil has a pleasin’ face, or how else he gonna get the doorway to your soul open enough to slip in?’ ”

“Your mother was a very wise woman.”

“Yes, sirree, she was. Only like every other wise guy, I didn’t listen enough. Where else do you get anythin’ free like you get good advice from those who love and care for you? But we are all too stubborn to accept
it. Gotta go find out for ourselves,” he muttered, like someone angry at himself. “Gotta go make our own mess just to prove our independence.”

He was probably right.
However, I certainly have to do that,
I thought.
I have no choice but to find out everything for myself now.

A vehicle with bright headlights came up behind us quickly. Moses had to turn his rearview mirror a little.

“Damn idiot driver,” he mumbled. “What’s he think he’s gonna do, drive right through us? I oughtta hit the brakes and have him gulp a tractor-trailer.” He laughed. “That would give him one helluva case of indigestion.”

I held my breath when the car pulled out to pass us. I anticipated seeing Ava’s face of rage in the passenger’s-side window, her eyes blazing, her teeth gleaming, and her skin as white as candle smoke, but the vehicle didn’t hesitate, and there was only the driver, who didn’t even turn our way. He went speeding on ahead indifferently. I relaxed, blowing air through my lips.

Moses heard it and turned to me. “Sometimes you can’t just run away from stuff, Lorelei, no matter how bad it seems to be,” he said.

He could see how nervous I was.
I’ve got to get better at hiding that,
I thought. “I know.”

“Sometimes you’re better off stayin’ and fightin’ it off.”

I didn’t respond. How could I even begin to describe what Buddy and I had fled from just a short while ago? When I had visited what I believed was the orphanage from which I had been taken, I had made the most shocking discovery of all. I wasn’t really an orphan.
My mother was one of my father’s supposed daughters, and therefore, I had inherited that part of him that I feared and hated the most. I had no choice but to hope I could overcome it. I thought that would be possible only if I put great distance between myself and them. But my older sister Ava had made it very clear to me that escaping who we were was not only impossible but dangerous. She claimed we needed one another. There was another species of us, the Renegades, who would prey upon us as quickly and as easily as they would prey upon the normal. It was all a matter of territoriality.

“You need to be with your own kind,” Ava had said. “One of us alone has no chance out there.”

Buddy and I had just managed to escape from the house where all of my father’s daughters had gathered. It was then that Buddy finally believed what I was telling him, but he still wanted to be with me, to love me. He told me how much he believed in me and how much he believed that I would be different if I stayed with him. In his mind, we were some version of Romeo and Juliet, only we would not make any fatal mistakes and lose each other.

After we had fled, we stopped at a diner where he hoped he would convince me. I knew in my heart that if I hadn’t gotten away from him by hitching a ride with Moses when Buddy had gone to the bathroom, he would probably have died a terrible death. How ironic. To keep the man I loved alive, I had to desert him and hope he would forget me. He would always be my true love, but the love I could never have.

“Exactly what are your plans, girl?” Moses asked. “I’m goin’ only so far here.”

“I thought I’d make my way to San Francisco,” I told him. It really was an idea I had been contemplating. I thought I could get on a flight and go east. I had no specific destination in mind. The only thing I could think of was just to get away, as far away as possible.

I glanced at the rearview mirror when another vehicle drew closer.

Moses looked, too, and then he turned to me, looking more worried. “You don’t think the police are after you, now, do you?”

“No.”

“Whoever you’re leavin’ behind wouldn’t want their help to get you back?”

“No, they would never go to the police,” I said.

He shook his head. “That don’t sound good. If you ain’t eighteen, I think I could be in some trouble if we get pulled over, you know.”

“I understand. I’m eighteen, but is there a bus station coming up soon?”

“Yeah, there’s one at the restaurant I occasionally stop at for some dinner.”

“I’ll get out there and catch a bus. You’ve been very kind. I don’t want to make any trouble for you.”

“I hope you ain’t makin’ any for yourself,” he replied.

“I’m okay.”

“You goin’ to family, at least?”

“Yes, I have an aunt living in San Francisco,” I told
him. Spinning lies came to us as easily as spinning webs came to spiders. It was part of our DNA. “She’s always been quite fond of me and has invited me many times. Finally, I can go.”

“Yeah, well, San Francisco is a great town. What kind of work do you hope to do?”

“I’d like to be a grade-school teacher eventually,” I said. “I’ll probably go to college in San Francisco.”

“That sounds good.” He looked at me and nodded. “At least you don’t look like some of the girls I see hitchin’ rides on the highway. Most of them look like they’re into somethin’ bad already, drugs and stuff.” He tilted his head a little, widened his eyes, and said, “And you know what I mean by stuff, dontcha? It gets so that everythin’ is up for sale.”

“That won’t be me, ever,” I said firmly.

He smiled. “You sound sure of yourself.”

“I am,” I told him, and thought about something my father had once told me: “We’re high on life,” he had said. “We don’t need any drugs, and we would never lose respect for ourselves.”

No,
I thought now.
We don’t need drugs, but we’re trapped by a worse addiction.
Was I an absolute fool to think I could overcome it? Perhaps my only hope was to fear and hate my father. If I could learn to find him detestable, I could subdue all that was like him in me.

A part of me wanted this very much, perhaps that part of me that Ava had recognized. But despite all I had learned and all that had nearly happened, it wasn’t easy to hate my father. For most of my life, he had been a wonderful, loving parent who wanted me to benefit
from his years of wisdom and knowledge. I simply had no idea how many years there were, but despite what he was and what he could do, he rarely appeared to be anything but gentle and kind to me. I couldn’t just forget all of those wonderful private moments we’d had together, our walks and our conversations, and the way he would often comfort me at night when I was small. Even now, even after all I had seen and done to enrage and disappoint him, I couldn’t believe that he would hate me as much as Ava insisted he would. Of course, I understood that if I succeeded in escaping, I’d have no one but myself probably for the rest of my life, however long that would be.

“It’s good you’re goin’ to be with family,” Moses said, as if he had somehow heard my thoughts. “Family’s important. People without family just drift from one empty home to another. Whatever your parents did to you, you can’t forget they’re your parents,” he warned. “That’s like a seed forgettin’ the tree from which it fell.”

A philosophical truck driver,
I thought to myself, but I didn’t laugh at him. Someone who spent so much time on the road by himself surely had to be comfortable with his own thoughts and comforted by them. How many times had he revisited his own youth, agonized over his own mistakes? With the darkness around him and the glare of passing cars carrying people to places he could only imagine were warm and friendly, he must surely have felt the pain and weight of loneliness most of the time.

Was that what awaited me, too? Would I be forever like someone traveling through a continuous night of
her own making, afraid to stop here or there, eventually coming to hate her own inner voice? Did I hate myself already? Maybe I wasn’t exaggerating when I first told him that wherever I belonged was somewhere out there, somewhere away from everything I had known. No, I thought, I wasn’t exaggerating when I told him I was running away from myself. I really did wish I could slip off and out of my body the way a snake shed its skin. If I could only find a way to do that, I might save myself.

Moses nodded at some lights ahead of us. “That’s the restaurant and the bus station.”

“Okay.”

He pulled into the parking lot. “How about I buy you some dinner?”

“Didn’t you eat dinner back where you picked me up?”

“No, too early for me,” he said. “C’mon.”

He got out, and I followed him into the restaurant, one of those very homey kinds you just knew were frequented by the same people, a family outside of their family. It was fairly crowded, but a couple had just gotten up from a booth, and the hostess recognized Moses.

“Hi there, Moses. You haven’t been around for some time.”

“They had me deliverin’ south of here for a while, Shirley. Can we get that booth?” he asked, nodding at the one becoming available.

“Sure thing,” she said. She went to it and supervised a quicker cleanup. Then she smiled at me. “All set.”

“Thank you kindly,” Moses told her.

We sat, and the waitress brought the menus immediately.

“I bet the hostess was curious about my being with you,” I said.

“Naw. People around here mind their own business. Besides, she knows me well enough to know nothin’ bad’s going on, even though she’s never seen me with a girl young as yourself.”

“Don’t you have any family?” I asked after we ordered. “A wife, children? Anyone else who might ride with you on one of your trips?”

“I have a daughter who lives in Oakland now. She’s not married, but she’s seein’ someone steady. I never took her along on one of these deliveries.”

“And your wife?”

“My wife and I came to a fork in the road and made different turns, if you know what I mean. That was nearly fifteen years ago now. She remarried and then got another divorce. She doesn’t even see our daughter that much anymore. She never wanted to ride along with me, and I guess I wasn’t home enough to make her happy. But some people can’t ever be happy no matter what. I hope you ain’t one of them, because if you are, you won’t find the solution on the road. Take it from a real citizen of the highway.”

“I’m not sure if I am that sort of person who can’t be happy,” I confessed. “But I don’t want to be and will do everything I can not to be.”

“Well, that’s somethin’, at least,” he replied. He signaled to the waitress, who came over quickly. “Could you get us a bus schedule, Janet?”

“Sure thing,” she said.

“Might as well check to see how long you would have to wait to get to San Francisco,” he told me.

When the waitress brought it, we saw there was close to two hours before the bus that would take me to San Francisco arrived. We spent nearly an hour and twenty minutes of that time eating and talking. Moses described the places he had been in his travels, where he thought was the nicest area, and where he hoped to settle when he retired. I was grateful that he didn’t ask me too many more personal questions. He seemed to understand that if he did, I wouldn’t be very forthcoming anyway. Before we had dessert, he went to the bathroom and to make a phone call. When he returned, he told me he had to go because he had to be somewhere sooner than he had expected.

“I’ve already paid the bill. You sit and enjoy your dessert,” he told me.

“Thank you very much,” I said. “For everything, Moses. I was lucky to have met you.”

“Promise me one thing,” he said before he left.

“Okay. What’s that?”

“Don’t let anyone convince you that you can’t be what you want to be.”

I smiled.

Did he come along just at the right time by coincidence, or was there someone else out there looking over me, some angel specifically assigned to helpless creatures like myself? That was how I saw myself, as a creature.