Devoured (10 page)

“We talked about him going to art school in New York City. I said I thought he should take his time getting his portfolio together. You know, so basically we can
both
go
next
year—but I didn’t say
that
.” She sighs, her face looking peaceful and happy. “I think we may be back on track.”

“That’s great!” I say, but my gut tells me she may be reading more into it than she should have.

She beams and claps her hands—a very Samantha move. Man, she’s got it bad. I’m glad Ari’s feeling over-the-moon happy, though, because if Ari’s happy, everyone is happy. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a spa date? We can get a mani-pedi and a massage.”

“That sounds great, but I don’t think I have the cash for something like that.”

“It’s my treat—payback for helping with Luke.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” I say, thinking I really didn’t do anything massage worthy.

“Well, we’ll just do it for fun then,” she says. “I won’t take no for an answer!”

I smile. “Okay, I’ve always wondered what getting a massage would be like.”

“It’s heaven! I’d better switch Yohanna and Samantha on the schedule before Patty hands it out.” She rubs her hands together and gives an evil laugh. “I love messing with the employees!” She grins. “This summer is going to be the best ever!” Ari gets back into her cart and waves as she drives it around the back of the café.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand out as a cool chill comes over me. Remy comes into view, hazy and unfocused. “Meggy, where’s Daddy?” she asks dejectedly as she walks slowly up the path.

She looks so forlorn, and tears come to my eyes because I can’t help her. “I’m trying to find him for you.”

“Where’s Daddy?” she asks again, her voice cracking. She bows her head and shakes it back and forth. “Make a wish.” She catches her breath and sobs. “Make a wish.”

“Hey!”

I jump and turn to see Luke. I rub my hands across my eyes and wait for my heartbeat to return to normal.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you. I figured your sister had that covered.” He points in Remy’s direction. “She’s stage two right now—transparent but visible.”

I raise my eyebrows.

“I’m learning ghost lingo, but I was hoping we could talk.” He looks around and tilts his head away from the café. “Do you have a minute?”

I look back at Remy fading as she keeps shaking her head and muttering. I nod and follow him up the path. He takes a turn toward the Giant’s Sky Garden—an area filled with metal flowers and bugs the size of cars.

“Over here,” he says, ducking under a red speckled mushroom. There’s an opening in the mushroom’s stem and I follow him inside.

He sits on the curved bench lining the interior and I slide in next to him. We’re definitely out of sight, but I can’t help worrying that Ryan or Ari might somehow discover us.

“Okay, I’ve been talking to Nona about Remy.”

“You have?” I ask, my voice echoing in the hollow mushroom. “But won’t she get suspicious?”

Luke takes a deep breath. “I told her about me, and she didn’t seem too surprised. I think she’s probably always known, but that’s not important.”

My heart melts knowing he outed himself just to help me. “That must’ve been hard.”

“Well, after you left, I got to thinking—thinking that for every person who comes to see Nona because they want otherworldly advice about their wardrobe, there are people like you who really need help … and Remy’s just a kid, and what kind of a creep would I be if I didn’t help her?”

“Nona could’ve done it.”

“Yeah, I know, but Remy came to me that day in the costume shop.” He sighs. “And since I’ve spent all of my life trying to know as little as possible about the ghost business, I knew I’d need help. So I told Nona we thought Remy was looking for your dad—and what that situation is—and that the key to Remy moving on lies with your mom, who can’t see her.”

Luke looks up into the top of the mushroom and I say what he won’t. “And Remy can’t find my dad unless my mother agrees to pull the feeding tube.”

“Right,” he says, reaching out and squeezing my hand. I take in that momentary rush of peace and catch my breath as he lets it go.

I hate to admit it, but I wish my hand was still in his. I shake my head. Concentrate on Remy!

“My mom, she won’t do it,” I say, staring out into the oversize garden, feeling small and hopeless. “I told her I thought it might be time to let him go and she flipped out—called me a murderer.”

Luke shakes his head. “You know that’s not true.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I really don’t. One minute I think it’s the right thing to do, but then … well, if anything, my bringing the subject up has made her more adamant than ever to prove that he
will
wake up. She’s even going through his old records, trying to find anything to force the insurance company to order a bunch of new tests.”

“But if she can
see
Remy, she might change her mind.”

“Yeah, but she can’t.”

Luke looks me in the eye. “But I might be able to help her see Remy—even talk to her.”

My mouth slowly opens. “Are you serious?”

Luke frowns. “Nona says I can, but it’s not like I’ve ever
done
it before. It’s worth a try, right?”

“But what about Nona, can’t she come to my house?”

Luke shakes his head. “I asked, but she said this is
my
job.”

I look at him imploringly. “But Nona said she’d never turn anyone down!”

“She doesn’t feel like you’re being turned down, because like it or not, you have me.”

“Okay,” I say, picturing the look on Mom’s face when she sees I’ve been telling the truth about Remy all along. “If Nona says you can, I believe her. So when do you think we should do it? As soon as possible?”

He furrows his brow. “I was thinking we may not want to start with your mom. If I can’t pull it off, you’ll just be in a worse mess than you already are.”

“True.”

“So we need to find someone else to practice with— someone Remy was close with.”

“Nicki,” I say quietly, wondering if she’ll even speak to me after what happened at Ari’s. “Nicki was Remy’s best friend. But Nicki doesn’t believe in ghosts; she’s just about as antighost as you can get.”

Luke smiles. “Then she’ll be perfect. If we can make
her
believe—make her see Remy—your mom will be a piece of cake.”

“Okay, I’ll call her after this stupid training session. Can you do it tonight?”

“Yeah, and we should probably do it at your house, where Remy will feel more comfortable, to up our chances she’ll show herself.”

“Great. My mom’ll be home late—she’s got a dog competition in Boston.”

“She’s showing your dog?”

I roll my eyes. “No, dancing with him—I’ll tell you all the embarrassing details later.” I hand Luke my phone. “Punch in your number and I’ll call you as soon as I get in touch with Nicki.”

He hands me my phone back and I shake my head. “I don’t know how I can thank you for everything.”

“I’m doing this for Remy—and for you.”

My cheeks burn, and I look down at my watch. “I’d, uh, better get going, the meeting’s already started.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want to miss the enchanted team cheer.”

My eyes widen. “Oh, God, there’s a cheer?”

Luke stands up. “Who’s got the magic? Who’s got the smile? Who’s got the vision to go the extra mile? Land of Enchantment, that’s our name—happily ever afters, that’s our game!”

I stare at him, looking for a sign that was a big joke. “Please, please, tell me you made that up?”

“Nope. The whole darn enchanted team gets in a circle every day before opening and does the cheer, then Patty runs around high-fiving everyone.”

As if on cue I hear Miss Patty’s voice on a loudspeaker. “Who’s got the magic?”

I let out a long sigh. “Are you coming to the meeting?”

“Nope, I’m an
unofficial
level four team member—meaning I have access to restricted stuff and rides but don’t have to do the cheer.” He looks me up and down. “I may be wrong, but I’m guessing team-building cheers aren’t your thing.”

“This whole park isn’t my thing.”

“Who’s got the smile?” blares through the air.

“You better get going.”

I start jogging back to the café. “Who’s gonna make a fool of herself for the rest of the summer?” I mutter. “Go, Megan!”

NINE

I race down the path to the Over the Rainbow Café, and when I enter, everyone’s in a circle just like Luke described. I see Ryan and Samantha and wedge myself between them.

“You missed the cheer,” Samantha says, holding out her hand for Miss Patty.

“I heard it,” I say as Miss Patty slaps my hand on her way around the circle. She doesn’t make eye contact with me, and I figure she’s embarrassed about last night.

“Did I miss anything important?”

“Not much,” Ryan says. “She went over the different areas of the park. Unless you get food or gift shop assignments, we’ll be trained on three attractions to start with and can put in for new assignments after a few weeks.”

“Do you think that girl will be able to get me the boat job?” Samantha asks.

“Ari?” I nod. “Yeah, she said she’d do it.”

Samantha beams, and I can’t help thinking she’d be perfect to take over Miss Patty’s job when she retires.

“Okay,” Miss Patty booms through her microphone. “Before you get your assignment packets, there are just a few last pieces of business.

“Character actors should report to Ye Olde Costume Shoppe at one to meet with our very own Henrietta Stupin, who is back for her
fifteenth
year playing our very own Mother Goose!”

Miss Patty puts a hand above her eyes and scans the crowd. She stops and points to what looks like a one-hundred-and-ten-year-old woman. “Henrietta, can you give all our team members a wave?”

Henrietta gives a halfhearted wave, and everyone claps, though I’m not sure walking around in a park with a stuffed goose for fifteen years is anything to celebrate.

Miss Patty winks at Henrietta. “Isn’t she just adorable? We’re so
lucky
to have her back, and maybe some of you will be like Henrietta and make Land of Enchantment your forever home too!”

Henrietta smiles thinly, and maybe I’m wrong, but she doesn’t look terribly excited about having Land of Enchantment as her forever home. Who can blame her? I certainly wouldn’t want to try to entertain kids who probably know more about Pokémon than Mother Goose.

“Okay, before you get your packets, my dear ol’ hubby, aka, Mr. Land of Enchantment himself, would like to say a few words. Let’s give a great big enchanted cheer to show him how excited we are to get this season started!
Who’s got the magic?
”

“Who’s got the magic,” I say halfheartedly, turning my head to save my eardrum from being shattered by Samantha’s enthusiastic replies.

“Who’s got the smile?”
Patty claps her hands and everyone joins in.

For every person rolling his or her eyes, there are five or more who seem to be enjoying this as much as Samantha. What is wrong with these people? I wonder. Then again, I should’ve expected this. You’d have to be crazy like Samantha—or desperate like me—to work here. Who knows, maybe Samantha will find a kindred spirit among the losers cheering their heads off.

“
Who’s got the vision to go the extra mile? Land of Enchantment, that’s our name—happily ever afters, that’s our game! Go team! Go!
And let’s give a big ol’ hand for Mr. Roy!”

I notice Ryan clapping just as hard as Samantha and hope he’s just being polite.

Mr. Roy walks up to the podium and dabs his eyes with a bright pink hankie. He looks out at us with his hands clasped at his chest.

“This is what it’s all about. Your
enthusiasm
, your caring about
dreams
, and your desire to
transform lives
. My family has been running this park since 1934, and who would’ve guessed we’d come this far and make so many people happy? But we can’t do it without you and your dedication to happily ever afters, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!”

We clap some more and Samantha sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles.

“I ask only one thing of you,” Mr. Roy continues. “Let your smile light the way for a family in need of cheer and give them the chance to escape the harsh realities of life. Thank you, one and all, for being a part of my enchanted family.”

Mr. Roy bows his head and dabs his eyes again to wild applause. I find myself clapping along, wondering if Luke will be the key to my happily ever after. My stomach turns nervously. Ari said almost the same thing about Luke last night. But I’m talking about Remy not romance. Still, I shiver thinking about how wonderful it feels being with him, even if it is just about Remy.

God, why do I feel guilty just thinking about Luke Amador? I reach out and take Ryan’s hand to ground myself in reality. He leans in and kisses my cheek.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me.

“Um, Nicki’s coming over.”

He nuzzles the back of my neck. “I was hoping I could come over.”

Guilt wells up in me. “I really can’t blow her off, but at least we’re still on for tomorrow, right?” I hate that I’m lying to him, but seeing as I can’t explain why Luke will also be there, I really don’t have a choice.

“Yup, I made us dinner reservations at the White Mountain Hotel.” He grins expectantly, and I feel guiltier than ever.

On our first date we hiked the White Horse Ledges and had lunch on a cliff overlooking the hotel. I told him I’d heard how great the restaurant was and wanted to go there someday. And he remembered.

“I thought I should take you someplace special for our one-month anniversary.”

I pull away from him. “That’s
tomorrow
?”

He looks hurt. “Yeah, I thought girls kept track of those things.”

“Ha, yeah, well, there’s just been so much going on. I can’t wait, though!”

“Me too,” he says, taking me in his arms again.

“Hey!” Samantha says. “Didn’t you read the no-PDA rule in the employee manual?”

I turn and kiss Ryan hard on the lips. “Guess I missed that one, but thanks for the heads-up!”

Miss Patty takes the microphone from Mr. Roy and stands behind the row of boxes on a table near the front of the café. “Your schedules are here in alphabetical order, so come on up, and then let’s get to work!”

Samantha races ahead and I say a silent thank-you to Ari for pulling strings behind the scene so Samantha will be on one side of the park and Ryan and I will be on the other!

“So now that you’ve all had a chance to try out the operations board on this ride,” says Kevin, our level-four enchanted instructor, “I need to emphasize again that accidents can happen if you access this or any other ride without following the marked safety paths.
Stay on the paths!
This is one of the oldest rides in the park, and not following procedures can result in serious injuries, including loss of limb, and even fatalities.”

Ryan and I exchange looks. Hansel and Gretel’s has just gotten a heck of a lot scarier.

“So, any questions?” Kevin asks.

Sarah Franklin, who goes to school with us, raises her hand. “Is it too late to switch to food services?” she asks, looking very pale. Given that she fell in one of the log flume boats while practicing using a squeegee to wipe the water off the seats, and pinched her fingers while closing a safety bar on the Gingerbread Coaster, this warning of death and dismemberment is apparently a deal breaker.

Kevin flips some papers on his clipboard, pulls out a red card, writes her name, and then signs his at the bottom. “Take this to Miss Patty. It’s the equivalent of a panic button—just give it to her and she’ll see to it that you’re reassigned.”

Sarah snatches the card and scurries down the path.

“Anyone else not feeling up to this?” Kevin asks.

I look around at the seven other people left in our group and we all shake our heads.

“Good! So let’s do a run through.” Kevin looks at our name tags. “Izzy, why don’t you take the control board at the Witch’s oven? Hayden, you take the exit board. Izzy, don’t forget you have to push the alert button once each car dips under the oven. Hayden, when you see the light flash, you’ll know you have a car to unload in one minute, so be ready. Seamus, you load passengers. The rest of you can take a ride, and then we’ll switch.”

“After you,” Ryan says as we walk to the entrance.

We wind our way through the queue, and Seamus picks up the microphone.

“Welcome-to-the-haunted-forest-please-read-the-safety-precautions-and-note-this-ride-may-be-too-intense-for-children-under-the-age-of-ten,” he says rapidly in an Irish accent.

“Seamus,” Kevin calls out. “Slow it down, and it’s under the age of five!”

“Oh, sorry,” Seamus says into the microphone. “Under the age of
five
.”

I push through the turnstile, and Seamus lowers the mic and smiles. “Please-keep-your-hands-and-feet-in-the-car—”

“Slower!” Kevin barks.

“And remain seated at all times. If the ride should come to an unexpected stop, uh, please stay in your car until an enchanted team member can assist you.”

I get in the cupcake-shaped car and Ryan slides in next to me. Seamus pushes the safety bar down on our laps, bites his lip, and looks around as if not sure what to do next.

“Release the brake,” Ryan whispers to him.

“Oh, thanks!” Seamus steps on the brake release, and then pushes a button on the starter board. “Enjoy the ride.”

The cupcake car jerks forward, and we inch slowly toward a door painted like the inside of an old cottage. The door opens and a menacing voice calls out from above.
“Take them into the forest and leave them there!”

The car winds its way through trees covered with hanging moss. Owls flap their wings and hoot as their red eyes blink. A tree branch cracks and drops dangerously close to our heads. I duck down and snuggle in closer to Ryan. A wolf springs out at us, howling, and I scream.

“I don’t think that wolf was working last time I was in here,” I say, trying to laugh.

Ryan puts an arm around me. “Yeah, I don’t remember that.”

A trio of vultures sitting in a tree screeches at us, jerks their heads around, and follows us as the car turns sharply around a boulder. A cloud of bats dips down from the ceiling and circle overhead.

“There’s the gingerbread cottage,” Ryan says as the car rounds another corner.

“Good!” I say. I think I liked this ride a lot better when most of the animatronics were broken.

An old hag with a long, crooked nose stands to the side of the door, beckoning to us. “Come in for some tasty treats, kiddies,” she says over and over again. I remember how much I hate the next part. The inside of the witch’s house is at all sorts of crazy angles, with the floor tilting up toward the giant flaming oven.

The front door opens and the car zigzags wildly around the kitchen table laden with oversize cakes and cookies, and then past a large cage with a Hansel robot shaking the bars as he calls out for his sister. We head toward the oven, fake flames spitting and crackling, and then the witch slides across our path and the car jerks to a stop.

“Into the oven with you!” the witch’s tinny voice shrieks, her red eyes flashing just like the owls’, but then Gretel slides toward the witch, and the car moves forward. The oven door opens and I hear Izzy call out to us.

“In ya go, guys!” she says, imitating the witch’s voice.

I turn my head and see Izzy wave to us from her hiding spot behind the pantry loaded with more fake cookies and treats. The witch skates on her track into the oven, which lifts up into the air, exposing the sharp incline the car will go down. My screams echo along with the witch’s as the car dips sharply.

Ryan laughs and squeezes me tighter. Hot air is pumped over us as red strobe lights flash along the “fire”-covered walls. The car streaks down until we come to the door at the back of the oven. It opens and we’re in a forest scene again, only this time the mood is cheerier. Bluebirds chirp on branches and flutter their mechanical wings, fawns drinking from a babbling brook lift their heads as we roll by, and gentle Bavarian music fills the air.

Hansel and Gretel skate on a path along the back wall like they’re racing home for a happy reunion with their father, who is waiting on the front porch of their rickety cottage.

I can’t help thinking Nicki was right. This is a really messed-up ride.

“Well, we didn’t get cooked at least,” Ryan says. He picks up my hand and kisses it.