No Shelter (10 page)

“And that is?”
 

“What happened two years ago was terrible. It shocked us all. And unfortunately you were the most impacted and apparently still are. And ever since then you for some reason have this stubbornness that makes you believe you can save the world. But the problem is you will never be able to do so. Why? Because when it comes right down to it, you can’t even save yourself.”
 

17

Blondie got engaged over the weekend.
 

She has been with her boyfriend now for three years, they’ve been living together for two, and over the weekend he finally popped the question—she has already told us about the dinner, the flowers and the wine—and for the fiftieth time in the past hour she extends her hand to us, letting the diamond sparkle in the sunlight.
 

“Oh my God,” Brunette says, “I just
love
it.”
 

“Really,” Redhead says, “it’s
beautiful
.”
 

Blondie smiles, says well thank you, then looks at me.
 

I’ve been smiling for the past hour and am getting pretty sick and tired of it. But still I keep smiling when I say, “Absolutely gorgeous.”
 

We’re out at a public pool, these three girls and myself, all who put down on their W-2s the profession of nanny (only theirs is true and mine is just a cover). Blondie, Brunette, and Redhead are not their names, of course, but that’s how I think of them. I’ve known them now for two years and we’re friends to an extent, always seeing each other during the week while we drag our charges around D.C., and there have even been a few times when one or the other invited me to go out with them partying. I’d gone, just to show face, but had mostly stood in the corner, nursing a drink, declining invitations to dance.
 

I decided to come up with a cover story from the start that I was already involved with someone, a longtime boyfriend who lives out of state. This way none of the girls would try to fix me up with one of their friends. The only problem was I needed a picture. And, well, I had a picture of Scooter on my phone one day, a pretty cute one actually, and this was what I had shown the girls.
 

Scooter, my fake boyfriend, not even dead forty-eight hours.
 

“So,” Redhead says, “have you guys decided on a date yet?”
 

While the girls talk—Brunette and Redhead already confirmed as bridesmaids—I glance out toward the little shallow pool the toddlers now splash around in. In this kind of community, even a pool this size has a professional lifeguard on duty, so we tireless nannies can take an hour break and lounge in the shade of oak trees while one of those nannies works out her wedding plans with her nanny friends.
 

These girls, they’re serious about the work. They’ve taken classes, have gone through seminars, and Redhead has ambitions of one day opening her own agency. I mean, they’re nice and everything, they have a lot going for them, but I can’t imagine what happened when they were growing up that made them one day decide they wanted to watch other people’s children for a living. Then again, I can’t imagine what makes other people want to sit behind a desk for eight hours a day, or stand behind a fast-food counter, or wash dishes, or whatever else.
 

The girls talk and talk and I keep watching the toddler pool. Less than fifty feet away, I can see Casey standing in her bright pink bathing suit, the water wings on her arms. She’s in the shallowest part, just a foot. David is with his friends on the other end, what is maybe three feet deep. They’re laughing as they throw a beach ball back and forth.
 

Farther past the shallow pool is the real pool. Nearly one hundred people are either in it or walking around it, kids and adults sharing a leisurely afternoon. The male lifeguards are tan and well-built, and even though they’re not as hot as the ones you’d find at the beach, the girls still like to ogle them. Normally that’s how we pass the time in the shade of this oak tree, picking out which lifeguard is the cutest and daring each other to go talk to them, while the kids we watch tire themselves out in the water.
 

Earlier today I’d taken the kids to the Smithsonian. For some reason they absolutely love the place. David especially loves the dinosaur display, while Casey likes walking through the butterfly exhibit. So that was our morning, amid hundreds of other children, me trying to keep an eye on both of them while also keeping my eye out for any danger.
 

“What do you think, Holly?” Brunette asks.
 

I look back at them. “About what?”
 

Redhead sighs. “What’s with you today?” She asks this in a genuine way, yet I can sense a hint of exasperation behind it.
 

“What do you mean?”
 

“You just seem”—Redhead shrugs—“distracted.”
 

“My boyfriend and I had a fight over the weekend.”
 

“Is that how you got ... you know?” Brunette asks in a low voice, touching her cheek.
 

I shake my head. “Like I told you, that was just an accident.”
 

“Still”—Blondie reaches out, pats me on the knee—“why didn’t you say something before?”
 

“I didn’t want to spoil the mood.”
 

The girls delicately back away from my suffering and return to Blondie’s wedding plans. I hear a shout amid the rest of the shouts and recognize it as Casey’s. I glance over to see her holding her hands up in front of her face while two kids maybe a year older than her splash her with water. There’s no splashing allowed in the toddler pool, but the lifeguard has been distracted by a large-breasted woman flirting with him.
 

I stand up, excuse myself from the girls, and hurry over to the pool.
 

By the time I get there David has already intervened. Despite the fact he can really be a brat sometimes, he always stands up for his little sister when kids are picking on her.
 

“Knock it off,” he says, stepping between the two kids and Casey.
 

The kids just laugh, start splashing him.
 

“Knock it off!” he shouts, and this catches the attention of the lifeguard, who has to take his eyes off those massive (and fake, I’m sure) breasts.
 

“No splashing!” he calls, his voice automatic like a robot’s, and the two brats look at him, look back at each other, before turning and stomping away through the water.
 

David waits a moment to makes sure the threat is gone before turning back to his sister. “Are you okay?”
 

Casey pouts her bottom lip. She nods.
 

I’m wearing sandals for the occasion and I slip them off so I can slip my feet into the cool water. I bend down, place a hand on David’s shoulder, and say, “Good job.”
 

He looks at me, sort of blushes, then turns and hurries back to his friends.
 

“I hate the water,” Casey says. Her bottom lip is still pouted and it looks like she might cry.
 

“Do you want to come hang out with me?”
 

She nods and so I pick her up out of the water and carry her back to the shade of the oak tree where I left my bag and the towels. I give Casey her Hanna Montana towel and dry her off while kids shout around us, music plays from those massive speakers, and the girls keep going on and on about how Blondie’s life is going to change now because she’s getting married.
 

Redhead says, “I mean, once you get married, you guys are going to stop having sex regularly. You know that’s a fact, don’t you?”
 

I clear my throat, just loud enough so the girls glance in my direction and see we have virgin ears in our midst.
 

They lower their voices.
 

“Holly?” Casey says. We’re sitting on the grass now, Casey leaning back on my stomach.
 

“Yeah, babe?”
 

“Why do they have to be so mean all the time?”
 

“I don’t know.”
 

The girls start laughing at something and then Brunette says, “Might as well keep your vibrator,” and I clear my throat again, really loud this time, but the damage has already been done.
 

Casey tilts her head to look back up at me.
 

“Holly,” she says, “what’s a vibrator?”
 

18

After my sister takes a sip of her coffee, she says, “So tell me again what happened to your face?”
 

One thing about Tina is she always tries to get information out of someone by acting like they’ve already talked about it. We’ve only been here at Java the Hut for five minutes now, Matthew and Max at the table next to us, playing their videogames, and not once did I tell her about the scar.
 

“I had an accident over the weekend, that’s all.”
 

“What kind of accident?”
 

“Look, I didn’t call you and ask you to meet me here because I wanted to talk about a little cut on my cheek.”
 

“Then what did you want to talk to me about?”
 

I open my mouth but shut it, not sure yet how I want to continue. I’ve been thinking about it all morning, ever since leaving Walter’s study, but then again maybe that’s not true. Maybe I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. The only problem is I’ve never had a real job a day in my life and there is a part of me that thinks a nine-to-five will forever be beyond my grasp.
 

“You said before Ryan could get me a job at his firm, right?”
 

Java the Hut is a small coffee shop located in Georgetown. Very bohemian, it has artwork by local artists dotting the walls. My sister has a piece hanging here she made over a year ago, an abstract with a crow standing in the middle of a deserted Times Square. I have to admit it’s not bad, but it’s not great either, and the price tag on the thing has forced it to keep its place on the wall. I know Ryan tried buying it one time, just to cheer Tina up, but Tina had found out about it and forced him to take it back. Now here it hangs, looking right over our table, where Tina has lifted her large cup of coffee to her face to blow on it but now pauses, staring straight back at me over the brim.
 

She sets the cup down, slowly, and says, “Are you being serious?”
 

I nod.
 

She keeps staring at me, her eyes narrowed. “This isn’t one of your lame jokes?”
 

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep working for the Haddens. I mean, the only reason they hired me in the first place was because Walter and Dad worked together. I’m getting, I don’t know, just tired of the whole thing.”
 

My sister smiles a small smile. “Not ready for kids yet, huh?”
 

“Look, you said before he could get me something. An entry-level position or whatever. At this point I don’t care what it is.”
 

“McDonald’s is always hiring.”
 

Truth is, I’d probably prefer working at a fast-food chain making fries and burgers more than sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day.
 

I say, smiling, “Quit being a bitch, Tina.”
 

The boys pause in their videogames to give their niece Holly a wide-eyed look.
 

“Don’t swear in front of the boys,” Tina says, her teeth gritted but smiling nonetheless.
 

“Okay, but first don’t be a bitch.”
 

Tina turns to Matthew and Max, tells them to go back to their videogames. Then she turns back to me, leans forward, and says, “What’s gotten into you?”
 

“You know what, never mind.” I push my coffee away, start to stand. “Sorry I asked you to meet me here in the first place.”
 

Tina reaches out, grabs my hand. I pause, stare back at her.
 

“If you’re being one hundred percent serious,” she says, “then yes, of course I’ll talk to Ryan and of course he’ll set something up. If this is, you know, what you really want.”
 

It’s not what I really want but then again I don’t know what it is I really want.
 

“It is.”
 

“Then I’ll talk to him tonight.”
 

She lets go of my arm and I reach into my purse, find a couple dollars, toss them down on the table.
 

“You’re leaving already?” Tina asks.
 

“Yeah, I have to run.” I walk over and kiss both of the twins on the forehead, tell them goodbye, and then I turn to say goodbye to my sister but pause when I think of something else. “Also ... I’m sorry for not being the greatest sister in the world. I’m sorry for, you know, being difficult all the time.”
 

Tina frowns at me. “Okay, just who are you and what have you done with my sister?”
 

“Anyway, I just wanted to say that. I’ll talk to you later.”
 

I start walking again, past my sister. I reach the door when Tina catches up with me.
 

“Holly, what’s gotten into you?”
 

What’s gotten into me is my life is falling apart. I got one of my team members killed and now it looks like I won’t be doing the only thing in the world I know and am good at. And the one person in the world who I could somewhat trust, the only person I’ve slept with for the past two years, is now dating someone he’s in love with and I have nobody right now, absolutely nobody except my family and even they don’t know the real me.