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“Yeah, well—me either.” Her hand flops in the dark until it covers mine, and this time I give her fingers a squeeze.

“Good night, Free Agent Scarlett.”

“Good night, Sexy Rexy.” She smothers it in the requisite amount of sarcasm.

“Say it like you mean it.” I offer her fingers another gentle squeeze.

“You wish.” She turns over and goes to sleep, and I try to do the same, but all night I wonder why this girl who’s vexed me for months suddenly feels so good to touch, and what she would think if she knew who my mother really was.

One Big Unhappy Family
Scarlett

T
here are
several highlights that I remember fondly about my childhood—the time a beautiful woman dressed as a mermaid came to my fifth birthday party. Her hair was as red as mine, and I loved her. The time my parents took us to a pricey resort in Hawaii, and my sister, brother, and I all swam with friendly bottlenose dolphins. There was an afternoon in fourth grade when both my father and my mother chaperoned a school field trip down to an apple orchard. All of my friends thought it was weird, and a part of me knew I should be embarrassed by this, but I loved it. My father lifted me through the branches, and I filled up a basket with blushing Pippins and dainty Pink Ladies. We bought a heaping apple pie from the orchard bakery. I can still smell the cinnamon if I try. Then, there was the night they sat us all down, my sister, brother, and I on the couch, the two of them positioned across from us, seated on the coffee table. We knew from their outward act of furniture-based defiance that something was drastically wrong. We were no more allowed to put our sock-feet up on the coffee table, let alone sit on the wooden beast, and here our parents were squatting over it as if it were the new normal. That was a bruised day in the history of us. They referred to it as simply “the end of their partnership” to lessen the blow. It didn’t, of course. It may have been the end to their partnership, but it was also the end to their marriage, and to the family as we knew it. We had entered unchartered territory. Divorce had been the norm for so many of our friends, but, now that we had joined their ranks, we wanted off that twisted partial custody merry-go-round. I hated it then, and I hate it now. I hate it. I hate that my parents openly defied the vows they took and then blew apart like drifters.

I raise my bow and aim high at the heart carved into a lone pine that sits in the clearing. I’ve spent the last ten minutes piercing that heart my mother carved out many ironic years ago.

The scent of oven-ripe soil penetrates my nostrils, sticks to my skin as the sweat under my neck quickly turns to grime. I’m not afraid of getting dirty. I’m certainly not afraid of letting anyone see me in this less than hygienic way.

“Hold your fire,” a male voice calls from behind, and I let go of my arrow, watching as it splices past the others tucked neatly in that cupid-shaped fantasy, landing dead in the middle.

“Bullseye.” Rex comes up and stands beside me, staring out at my handy work, looking impressed and perhaps a bit shaken. His warm cologne circles me and makes me long for a shower and some mouthwash.

“I’m a good shot,” I pant, pulling another arrow from the pouch slung over my back.

“Oh, I’m aware.” He tweaks his brows, bobbing his head with a touch too much amusement. It infuriates me enough to want to use his bobblehead as my next target. “You clocked me twice on the chin in the middle of the night.”

“Just wanted to make sure you were staying on your side of the bed.” My lips twist with disdain as a look of revulsion takes over. “I think tonight you should sleep on the couch.”

His eyes widen into twin circles of baby blue in an ocean of white. “What happened to our budding relationship?”

“I’m over it. I suggest you get over it, too. I’m thinking we should have a dramatic breakup. You know, something that involves kitchen knives launched at your head.” I glance down at his crotch a moment. Rex is forever in blue jeans, all the same well-worn versions at that. I’d hate to think he’s the kind of guy who wears the same pair of jeans over and over, but since his family is swimming in green, I’m sure he can afford more than one pair of mechanically altered Levi’s. “I’ll be sure to aim for both the big head and the little.” My lips cinch into a smirk.

His eyes latch on to mine, and the air charges around us. I’ve never in my life felt so much dislike toward one person.

“There’s not a little head on my body.” He’s daring me to go there one more time with those marbled eyes.

“Be sure to stand next to Duncan while you’re at it. Of course, I’ll have to nick you as well. Everyone in my family knows I’m a damn good shot.” I offer up a little wink.

“All right, Agent Orange—your dad asked me to bring you back alive. There’s some big announcement brewing up there.” He glances back to the cabin with a clear look of regret. If anything, we’re a united front on not wanting our parents to remain united.

“Wait, did you say announcement?” My ears pique at the horrible idea. “What kind of announcement?” People announce things that lead to big life shifts like babies and sex changes, and seeing that neither one of our parents is of a socially acceptable child-bearing age nor are their gender-related parts in any suspected danger, that only leaves…

“That’s right.” Those sides of beef he calls arms fold over his chest. “I don’t know what the hell’s brewing, but your sister was tap dancing like she had to go to the bathroom so she might have a part in it.”

“Bleh.” Just the thought of listening to a thing Sabrina has to say makes me want to vomit all over those bed sheets she and Duncan defiled last night. Speaking of bed sheets… “I’ll go with you under two circumstances. One, you resolve to take us off this mountain tonight after our monster breakup—which, of course, neither my father nor your mother will ever be made aware of, lest I skewer your balls together with one of these bad boys.” I give the arrows slung over my shoulder a slight tap. “And two, never and I mean never—for the safety of your balls—do not and I repeat do not call me Agent Orange again.”

That cocky grin rides low on his lips. “I just thought—”

“That’s where you got into trouble,” I say, bypassing him on the way back to the cabin. “Do us both a favor and don’t do any more thinking.” Good thing for Briggs, chasing after pigskin doesn’t require much cerebral activity.

* * *

T
he cabin is lit
up inside with a happy, peachy glow. Lawson and Knox are back at the pool table having a good time. Secretly, I hate how easily my brother has struck up a friendship with both Knox and Rex. Why can’t he be like Sabrina and me and give everyone who bears the Toberman moniker the cold shoulder? I spot Trixy and Sabrina huddled in the corner, staring solemnly down at something in my sister’s hand, and my stomach turns. I guess I’m the only one interested in staving off the Toberman virus. I can see it’s spreading quickly, catching like wildfire as one by one my family falls prey to them.

“Batter Bits!” Dad beams as I step inside, and beckons me over with a nod toward the balcony.


Batter Bits
?” Rex mouths, and I turn an icy shoulder to him.

Yes,
Batter Bits
. One day out of the blue my father called Sabrina Pumpkin, and I mistakenly thought a permanent, yet clever, name change had taken place. Naturally, I wanted a far better tasting name myself, so I asked him to call me Cake Batter, not the slimy batter on the side of the bowl, but the yummy
batter bits
. He and my mother got quite the laugh. He didn’t think Cake Batter quite fit, so it eventually morphed to Batter Bits, and that’s how I’ve affectionately been known to my father all these years.

He offers that well-worn smile of his. Dad is tan year round, not pink in the cheeks, but deep sable brown, a glow he’s toiled for by way of spending the last solid decade on the golf greens. He owns and operates one of the biggest private shipping industries on the East Coast and does most of his best corporate maneuvers while holding a nine iron in his hands. Dad grimaces, and his teeth glow in the defused late afternoon light. Rex’s mother, Lynette, has insisted they go on “bleaching” dates. They’ve gone on so many of these illuminating expeditions their teeth have a slight bluish cast to them. I’d bet ten bucks they glow neon under a black light.

“What’s going on?” I pull him further out into the baking afternoon sun as it roasts us one last time for punishment before sinking behind the tree line. For the past two weeks, my father has hinted at some big revelation, one which I’m assuming is about to fall right into our
unassuming
laps. Ever since that fateful day he and my mother sat us down to let us know they were driving a stake through the heart of our family, I haven’t really been too keen on surprises. “Does this have to do with Kent?” Kent Shipping has been in the family longer than I have.

“No.” He twists his lips as if he’s enjoying this on some level, those pale green eyes of his glint with delight at the deception. “If I tell you, it won’t be much of a surprise, now, will it?”

A horrible groan expels from me at the sound of that word, and I spot Rex spying on us from inside. I’ve never met a more annoying gnat of a person—with the exception of Duncan, and perhaps Sabrina.

“It is Kent,” I whimper mostly to myself. “You want to retire, and you’re going to sell it. You want someone knowledgeable to run it, but you don’t have faith in your children to do so.”

“Whoa!” He laughs, pulling me into a warm embrace, and my body conforms to his wide girth. I’ve always felt most protected from this cruel world when I’m in my father’s arms. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I promise you, this is the best possible means to an end.”


Snookums
!” Lynette’s witch-like cackle of a voice demands we come inside. “Oh, Bradley Poo! It’s time to gather ’round the sofa!”

“Bradley Poo?” The bile rises to the back of my throat, and I desperately want to vomit.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Dad drops a sweet kiss to the top of my head. “Give me a chance to spill the beans. Once we’re through, you’ll be walking on sunshine, I promise.”

We head inside, and Lynette snatches my father from me, dragging him to the front of the television where most every eye is glued. She snaps up the remote and kills the TV, filling the room with a lethal brand of silence.

Sabrina rocks on her heels, her mouth frozen in some fake square smile that’s giving me the creeps. Trixy looks back at me, most likely because I’m the only sane person in the room—and I am, at least up until the point I start throwing sharp objects at her brother. Trixy, Knox, and Rex—Triple X as I’ve come to collectively call them, all have the same dark thicket of hair, same strange alien-like glowing eyes and comely features. I
wish
they were from another planet, and that Lynette here was about to announce their need for an abrupt departure. With my luck, she’d snatch my father right along with her, and I’d never see him again.

“Now that we have your attention”—Lynette drags that last word out just enough to lose it—“we have a little announcement!”

“Me first! Me first!” Sabrina jumps up and down with her hand in the air, doing her best impersonation of someone who both desperately needs to use the restroom and is dying to blurt out the answer in class. “Duncan and I have a bit of news ourselves.” She pats her lips shut for one brief moment. Lord knows you couldn’t stitch those things shut if you tried. She’d simply rip herself free and keep on yapping, bloodied, shredded mouth and all. Come to think of it, all of that vamp red lipstick she insists on wearing sort of offers up the bloodied lip effect all on its own. My sister is beginning to disgust me on all sorts of levels.

Rex leans in from behind, and I can feel the heat, the weight of his body without it ever touching mine. “What’s up with the announcement?” he whispers.

“Probably filling us in on the bedroom scoreboard,” I tease. “She likes to out sex everyone in a ten-block radius at any given time. She’s sort of a dirty little whore that way.” Mostly true.

He pushes out a quiet laugh that strums over my shoulder, and a shiver runs up and down my spine.

“Duncky”—Sabrina pulls him in, and he offers a nauseated smile as if he’s on a boat, the
RMS Sabrina
, and doesn’t quite have his sea legs—“why don’t we tell everyone on the count of three?”

What can my sister and Duncan ever have to tell anybody in tandem? And why is Duncan’s skin turning a sickly shade of green?

“One—two”—she gives a coy look to my ex-partner in crime, and it hits me. She’s going to out Rex and me. My father will think I’m bumping uglies with Whitney Briggs’s premier ugly bumper, and he’ll never be able to look at me the same again.

“Oh my God,” I hiss just as my sister hits that fated number. “I’M STILL A VIRGIN!” I shout at the top of my lungs just as Duncan and Sabrina shout out something about being engaged.

The room stills. Every single body in this cabin does their best imitation of a wax figure.

My sister’s eyes spring wide in my direction. “Scar Scar?” Her fingers do this funny little dance toward her lady business.

Dad steps over to her with tears streaming down his face, seemingly oblivious to my declaration of purity. “Is my little girl really getting hitched?”

Sabrina’s eyes remain locked with mine as if the ultimate deception had just taken place. Then things turn on a very thin dime, and the room breaks out into congratulations and overall merriment as my father and Lynette shower Sabrina and Duncan as if they were the very first couple on the planet to commit to the idea of wedlock.

“Congratulations,” Rex whispers, and I turn to find that shit-eating grin spreading wide and greedy over his sharp as broken glass features. If that football thing doesn’t work out, he could easily consider posing for one of those underwear spreads that takes over skyscrapers in Times Square.

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