Don't Let Me Go (35 page)

“But we don’t know how it’s going to turn out. That’s just the thing. When it’s new, you want to kind of keep it to yourself until—”

But Grace held up a hand to cut her off.

“Wait! I think I hear Yolanda!”

Grace ran to the door and pressed her ear to it, then ran to the kitchen and lay on the floor, one ear against the cool linoleum.

“I can’t hear anything,” she said.

She looked up to see Rayleen holding a hand down to her.

“She’ll come up, honey,” Rayleen said. “She always does.”

“But that takes
time
!” Grace whined.

“I know. Come on. We’ll wait together.”

Grace took the hand and pulled up to her feet, and walked with Rayleen to the living room, where she sat on the couch between Jesse and Rayleen.

“It’s day after tomorrow,” Grace said, “and I just keep getting more scared.”

“Actually,” Rayleen said, “day after tomorrow is just when Yolanda takes her first vacation day. Then we’ve got a couple days after that before Ms. Katz comes. And who knows? Maybe she’ll be late.”

“Or early,” Grace said.

“Don’t get yourself so upset that you throw up again today, OK? I mean, if you can possibly help it.”

“Sorry,” Grace said. “I’ll try. But it’s hard.”

• • •

By the time Yolanda knocked on the door, it was nearly an hour later, and Grace had thrown up twice.

Yolanda actually came in and sat down, didn’t just stand in the hall and shake her head like she usually did, and Grace didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad sign.

Grace watched Yolanda press her hands on to her knees and lean forward. Everything was taking too long.

“Oh, my God, Yolanda, if you don’t talk right now I’m going to explode!”

The words burst out of Grace, stumbling all over each other to get free.

“Sorry,” Yolanda said. “It’s just that…I always hate to get people’s hopes up too much. If it was bad news, well that would be bad, but at least I would know it was a true thing. But this seems more like good news, but I’m not positive it’s a true thing. At least, one of those true things you can count on. So that’s why I was going slow. Anyway. I get here today and she’s clean. Just clean. Just on her own like that. First time in a week I get here and find her sitting up looking at me. She knows the county lady’ll be back soon, and I guess that put the fear of God in her.”

“I thought she didn’t care about that,” Grace said, not sure whether to be elated or angry, or even what other options might be available to her in that moment.

“Me, too. When I first brought it up she didn’t seem like she did. But back then it was all sort of theoretical, I think.”

“In English, Yolanda,” Grace said, knowing it sounded grumpy, but not caring enough to fix it.

“It was more just this
idea
of a county lady. Like just something you talk about. Now it’s gonna happen for real, and she knows it. So…next two or three days are really key. If I could switch around and get my days off now, I’d do it, but it’s too late. I already traded with somebody. But, if she feels the pressure and stays with it. You know. After a few days maybe I can really talk to her. Like I used to. Maybe get somewheres. Anyway. I’ll come back tomorrow. I don’t know what else I can do.”

Grace felt rooted to the spot, like a copy of Grace cast in cement instead of the real thing. She heard Rayleen walking Yolanda to the door, and they were saying something, but she didn’t even look up.

A minute later she felt Jesse’s hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, little one,” he said. “Don’t look so down. It was good news. Remember?”

“I know,” she said. “I know. But before I was just all down about it, but now I’m scared, and that feels even worse. Because, like Yolanda said, you feel like it’s not really real. You have no idea how many times I thought she was clean. Before. But then it didn’t last. I can’t get happy about it. Not yet. I can’t. I’m too scared, and I feel like I’ll jinx it. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. Rayleen, can I stay home from school?”

Grace looked up to see that the door was closed and Yolanda was gone.

“Wouldn’t that be worse?” Rayleen asked, sitting close beside her. “Just staying home and worrying?”

“I’m afraid I’ll throw up in school.”

Rayleen sighed.

“Maybe I can help,” Jesse said. “I can do some reiki on your upset stomach. It’s an energy work that helps the body heal itself.”

“But you won’t be there when I’m in school tomorrow.”

“But I can teach you how to do it for yourself.”

Jesse rubbed his hands together to get them warm, and maybe also to fill them with some kind of energy, and then he put them
near
Grace’s tummy but not
on
it. That seemed odd to Grace, that he didn’t actually touch her tummy. And she said so.

“Is that cause I’m a kid, and men aren’t supposed to touch kids?”

“No, that’s how it’s done.”

“But you’re not touching the spot that hurts.”

“But the energy is. It jumps the gap.”

So Grace waited, and felt, and tried to believe it.

“I do feel a
little
something,” she said, because it was either true or very close to true. Or maybe because she really wanted it to be. “But maybe you always feel something when somebody’s hand is that close.”

“Right,” Jesse said. “You feel their energy.”

“But it doesn’t always help.”

“Because it isn’t always reiki. It isn’t always a healing energy. Why don’t you just try closing your eyes and feeling what’s going on in your stomach?”

“OK,” Grace said.

That meant she was talking too much, and Grace knew it, but she decided not to waste time feeling hurt about it. It felt like too much trouble.

After a while she decided she probably was a little more settled inside, but maybe only because she thought she was supposed to be. But then she decided if it felt better it didn’t matter why.

“But that’s just my upset stomach,” she said. “Maybe you should be doing what’s really the trouble. Maybe you should do my brain or something, because my stomach is only upset because I’m nervous.”

“Your brain has nothing to do with it,” he said.

His voice was very calming. Grace liked his voice a lot.

“It doesn’t?”

“Very little. The emotions that are making you sick live in your gut.”

“They do?”

“That’s why you feel them there. Just close your eyes and don’t think for a minute.”

So Grace tried to do that.

“Was that a minute?” she asked, about a minute later.

“That was seven,” Jesse said in that calm voice she liked so much. “Let me show you how to do this on your own at school tomorrow.”

And he did.

And then Grace agreed that it was probably best to go to school in the morning, and not just stay home all day, throwing up and worrying. After all, at the end of a whole day doing that, where would she be? Just facing a few more days that looked and felt exactly the same.

It must have been a good thing to decide, because Jesse and Rayleen both liked it a lot.

• • •

On the way home from school the following day, walking side by side with Felipe and learning the Spanish words for “luck” and “happiness,” Grace saw her. Ms. Katz. Which was neither
suerte
nor
felicidad
in Grace’s opinion.

It was just one block down from their apartment house. Ms. Katz drove by in a silver car. A little silver Honda or something. Not the kind of car you’d really notice or anything, and Grace had no idea why she’d even looked inside. But she had. And it was Ms. Katz. There was no mistaking her. Grace’s stomach knew her when it saw her.

“She came early,” Grace said to Felipe, rubbing her hands together to heal her poor tummy if she could. “That county lady. She came early.”

“Oh. Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you sick?”

“I’m trying not to be.”

“Maybe it’s good she came early. Your mom was clean yesterday. So maybe it’s good.”

“How do I find out, though, Felipe? I have to know how it went! I can’t wait for Yolanda to come, that’s in
hours
! I’ll die!”

“I guess you could go ask her.”

“No, I can’t. She can’t see me until she gets thirty days. You go ask her, OK, Felipe? Please?”

“I don’t know,
mi amiga
. She hates me so much.”

“Oh, my God, I have to know. Please, Felipe?”

“OK,
mi amiga
. OK. No guarantees, cause I don’t even know if she’ll talk to me. But I’ll try.”

• • •

“Why are you holding your stomach like that?” Billy asked. “Are you about to be sick?”

“No, I’m trying
not
to be,” Grace said, impatiently. “It’s reiki. Jesse taught it to me. Otherwise I’m just going to explode because Felipe is taking too long.”

“I think that’s good, though. Maybe it means she’s talking to him.” Then his voice changed. “Grace Eileen Ferguson! Are you biting your nails?”

Grace woke up as if from a dream, and looked down to see that she had torn into her right thumbnail.

“Geez, Billy. I’m getting more like you every day. I think you’re rubbing off on me, and not so much in a good way. Oh, my God, here he comes! I hear him walking!”

She ran to the door and threw it open wide, and Felipe came in.

“She wouldn’t talk to me,” he said.

Grace’s hands automatically found their reiki position again.

“Not at all?”

“Not really. But I told her it was for you, not for me. I told her you were really scared about how it went with the county lady, so she said if I waited she would write you a note. So here’s the note.”

Felipe held a folded scrap of bright yellow paper in Grace’s direction. She recognized it as torn off the message pad her mom kept by the phone. Grace had thought for more than a year now that it was silly to keep a message pad by the phone, since nobody ever called them any more. Not even Yolanda. Yolanda always said it wasn’t a sponsor’s job to go chasing after her mom, that her mom had Yolanda’s number, and if she didn’t use it that must mean she didn’t want help.

“What does it say?” Grace asked, afraid to touch it.

“I dunno. I figured it was private.”

“Oh,” Grace said. “Right.”

She took the note from him. It didn’t burn her. It didn’t bite.

“Here, I’ll read it out loud,” she said. Because Billy looked like his tummy could use some reiki, too. “‘Dear Grace, I was clean when the lady came from the county today. I’ve been clean for two days. I did it for you, baby. Twenty-eight more days and then I get you back. Love, Mom.’”

A long silence.

“That’s good, right?” Billy asked.

“Well. Yeah. Sure.”

“You don’t look happy,” Felipe said.

“I’m scared to believe it,” Grace said.

“But the county lady was here, and she didn’t take you,” Billy said.

He was trying to improve the mood of the room. Grace could tell. But he was also right, she suddenly realized. Whatever happened in the next twenty-eight days, there was still the point that Ms. Katz had come and gone and Grace was still here.

She’d expected to be elated if that happened. She’d pictured it so many times. And in her fantasies she’d danced, and sung happy sentences of joy, instead of just saying them. Now, in real life, she just felt a little unsteady, and needed to sit down.

• • •

Yolanda came to Rayleen’s door at the usual time.

Jesse got up and answered it, because Rayleen was taking a bath.

“So,” Yolanda said before she even got through the door. “Want to hear the good news first?”

“The county lady came early, and my mom was clean, and so she’s not taking me away,” Grace yelled.

She hadn’t meant to yell it. She’d meant to say the words in a normal voice, but then they got away from her and ran wild.

“Oh. You know already. OK. Did you hear about the follow-up visits?”

“The whats?”

“Oh. OK. You didn’t.”

Yolanda took her by the hand and walked her over to the couch, and sat down, and sat Grace down. Grace figured you’d have to be stupid not to know that all those things added up to bad news. Her stomach iced over, and she didn’t know if reiki would help for that, and she got overwhelmed and didn’t try.

“OK, Grace, it’s like this. Ms. Katz is going to be coming back between two and four times a month to check on your mom. To make sure she stays with it.”

“Two to four a
month
?”

Grace’s mouth felt numb when she said it. The words sounded fine coming out, but she couldn’t feel herself saying them.

“She’s not stupid. She knows you gotta keep a good eye on an addict.”

“Oh,” Grace said, because she couldn’t think of anything else.

“But, hey. We got through the first one. So that’s good, right?”

“Right,” Grace said. “Good. That’s good. I’m going to go see my friend Billy. And my kitty.”

Just as she got to the door, she turned back to look at Yolanda, who didn’t look very happy.

“Now you don’t have to waste any vacation days,” Grace said. “Hey. I just thought. Now you can come to my school when I dance. Remember I asked you, but you said you’d be all out of vacation days by then? Well, now you won’t.”

“Yeah,” Yolanda said, like she was thinking about something else. “OK.”

“You’ll come? Really?”

“Yeah. I really will.”

“Good. Thanks. If my mom does what she said in the note, she can even come, too. But we’ll see.”

She padded across the hall and signal-knocked on Billy’s door.

“It’s only me, Billy, let me in, OK?”

Billy opened the door.

“What’s up, baby girl? Are they going out on a date?”

“No. I don’t know. I don’t know what they’re doing. I just want to come in.”

“OK. Come in.”

“You look nice,” she said when she sat down on his couch. “I’m sorry I always forget to say that. Every time I see you now you look really nice, in nice clothes and with your hair brushed and all, and I should have already said so a long time ago.”

Mr. Lafferty the Girl Cat jumped up on the couch, and Grace held her close.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“That county lady is going to come two times or maybe even four times
every month
to check on my mom.”