The Read And Weep Bundle: Anonymous, Perfectly Hopeless, Run (24 page)

She might not have been walking on cloud nine, but she was still in her own kind of good mood. Mrs. Wilder noticed this about her as soon as she came into the kitchen for breakfast.

“Mom made pancakes.” Nick pointed out, hoping she would stick around long enough to catch the third degree from their parents so they would lay off of him for awhile. Maven hardly showed her face anymore for breakfast—lunch or even dinner. She was completely wrapped up in
Henri Levitt
. Her every waking moment revolved around Henri.

Their dad took a seat at the head of the table lifting the piping hot plate of pancakes and taking two of his own. He passed them to Maggie. Maggie tugged her ear buds from her ears joining in on the family moment. Even she was surprised to see Maven this morning.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today, Maves?” Her mother asked. She knew the answer, but it was nice to have any form of conversation with her daughter.

“Henri and I were going to help paint decorations for the Portwood Summer hop.” The Portwood summer hop was the annual shindig that everybody staying in Portwood attended. The young and the old were out for the festivities. And it was natural to hear that Maven was helping set up decorations. Only this year nobody thought Maven would be up to it. It was also the thing Jake Summit took part in.

“I was talking to Henri about the hop and he said he had never been. It didn’t take much twisting of his arm to persuade him to help out. He loves to paint.” Maven smiled at the thought of Henri. She was only home because he had an appointment that morning. Otherwise she would have gotten up, showered, and found something for the two of them to eat and been on her way.

Nick pushed his plate away. “I’m full. And I promised April I’d meet her to shop for dresses.” Nick said his goodbyes and took off out the door.

Maggie shoved her ear buds back in, turning the volume up so she wasn’t part of any conversation that was about to begin. She knew her parents had been waiting to chat with Maven about Henri.

“How are things going between you and Henri?” Her father asked. He pulled his glasses off, setting them down on the table. He rubbed his eyes, looking exhausted already.

Maven lifted her glass of orange juice. “Wonderful.”

“Is everything alright with him?” Her mother asked, trying to hide her unease, but it was written all over her face.

“You’re his doctor you’re not allowed to talk about this stuff outside of the office.” Maven pursed her lips. “Henri is fine.”

“I’m not discussing Henri’s medical issues. I was simply asking about Henri as a person.” She pushed her hair behind her ear, staring at Maven. “If you wanted to discuss anything with me about Henri the boy you enjoy being around that is totally different. In this house Henri is just a boy my daughter likes a lot.”

Maven stared at her glass of juice, realizing the juice was trembling in her clutch. She put the glass of juice back down. “There’s not a lot to say. Henri is sick. And if he is okay with that then I am willing to stick by him and be okay with it too.”

Her dad dropped his paper down on the table. He studied Maven’s expression. She looked like she was ready to burst into tears any second. “Maven, sweetheart. If there is anything you want to talk to us about we are here to listen.”

Maven closed her eyes. “What’s there to talk about?”

Maggie tugged her ear buds free. She sighed, “How about the fact that your boyfriend is going to die.”

“Maggie!”

Maggie jumped up from the table knowing she was wrong for saying it. But nobody else was willing to. “I’m sorry. But I think it’s the stupidest thing you guys have ever let her do. She’s going to fall for this guy and then he’s going to die and she is going to be even worse than when Jake dumped her for Tatiana.”

Nobody had to tell Maggie to go to her room, she was halfway there.

Maven stared at her parents, blown away by her sister’s explosion. “Is that what you think too?”

“No, Maven.” Her mother sighed, looking away from her, hiding the truth. “I just worry about you.”

“Henri’s health is something you have to come to terms with. And I’m sure something you are very aware of by now.” Her dad touched her hand. “Henri seems like an amazing young man. We all hate to see you fall for…for someone that has to go away.”

Maven closed her eyes in defeat, tears spilling down her cheeks dropping on the tabletop.

“He’s going to die,” she said out loud for the first time. “And I’ll miss him. I already know that I will. But I can’t help wanting to be a part of his life. Even if he
is
going to die he is still affecting me in a really wonderful way. He deserves to be happy. And if I make him happy how can I run away from that just because he’s sick?”

Neither of her parents spoke.

“Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime just because you had to let it go sooner than you wanted? Just because you knew that it would never be?”

Her mother dropped her jaw searching for an answer.

But her dad squeezed her hand. “Your mother means the world to me. And when I met her at eighteen I would have done anything to be near her. That wouldn’t have changed if she was sick.”

Nick headed down the porch steps, a little pep in his step at the idea he was about to see April again. He thought she was a fun girl. And he liked having fun. Just as he was about to hurry down the walker’s path to April’s house he saw Henri approaching. He could tell by the way he was adjusting his shirt collar he was edgy about seeing his sister. This was a good thing. It meant he genuinely liked her. Nick was a guy he knew these things. He too had made sure to throw on a fresh shirt that morning for April, because guys went that extra length when the girl meant something.

He threw up a hand in the form of a hello. Henri dropped his hands looking embarrassed to be caught primping on the sidewalk. “Hey there.”

Henri nodded his head. “Hey, Nick.”

Nick wasn’t sure what to say next. He never took the time to get to know Jake what made Henri any different?

“Yeah, hey. Maven is inside waiting on you. Have a good time.” He twisted on his heels and started down the sidewalk. Henri turned, watching him head toward his house.

“April’s excited. It’s not often she gets her way when it comes to shopping.” He called out, over his shoulder. He knew Nick wasn’t looking to know him, but he was still willing to give it a shot.

Nick stopped. “Well, I figured seeing I asked her to the dance it’s the least I can do.”

Henri smiled. “She’s pretty much exploding with glee all day long now because of you.” He raked his fingers through his hair smiling at the thought of April and her
glee
. Ever since Nick asked her to hang out she was the happiest girl he had ever seen.

Nick narrowed his eyes on Henri. Was he trying to make conversation?

“What about you, Henri?” Nick shoved his hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts, he rocked on his heels. “Do you plan on asking my sister to the hop?”

Henri’s expression widened. He swallowed down the anxiety that was bubbling to the surface. He hadn’t even considered going. “I hear the hop is a big deal. I’ve never been too good at dancing or dressing for them.”

Nick noticed the instant gloominess that took over the situation. Hadn’t this guy had a father that taught him all about tying ties and what jackets to wear like he did?

“Look here, Henri. If by some crazy miracle you decide to take my sister to the dance I promise I won’t let you show up looking like a complete idiot.” Nick patted him on the shoulder.

Henri shook his head. “Thanks for that. I think I see Maven.” He waved, heading up the sidewalk. It was a kind gesture, but he had Flynn to guide him through the tough obstacles of manhood. Besides, he wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew if all else failed he could ask April or Sandra if he looked like an idiot they were very fashionable and always devouring fashion magazines in their spare time at the yogurt hut.

There she stood.

“Henri Levitt,” Maven said jokingly. She was wearing a flannel dress that stopped above the knee, white sandals with the cutest pink toenails and her hair was spilling all around her shoulder in soft waves, her cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush and her lips were kissed with a fresh shimmery lip-gloss. “I thought we agreed on eleven.”

He dropped his head in defeat. “You got me.”

She brought her hands to her hips, poking one leg forward. Her smile as bright as the sunshine pounding down on him, he ran a hand down the back of his neck, amused she was teasing him about being three minutes late.

“I always thought you were such the gentleman.” She smiled sweetly, coming down the steps. And instead of their usual greeting, she moved in, wrapping her arms around his torso. The sweet smell of her hair and perfume tickling his nose, he immediately did the same, squeezing her tightly.

“I never said I was gentle. And most days I don’t feel to manly.” He grinned as they broke apart.

Maven’s father opened the screen door.  He stepped onto the
porch. He was a lot sterner than Henri anticipated. A tall muscular frame, arms as big as tree trunks. He wasn’t the man to mess with, Henri could see that. His eyes narrowed and he jutted his chin forward staring at the two of them. Maven quickly put a space between them.

“Hey, Dad.” She waved.

“You two heading on down to help with the painting?” He settled into the rocking chair, his mass dwarfing the chair. The sunlight made his wavy brown hair glisten, and also showed the hints of silver sprinkled around in it. He had a fair complexion and deep blue eyes that were always analyzing his surroundings.

Henri looked at Maven before he opened his mouth to reply. “Yes,sir.”

His dark eyebrows knitted together sizing him up further. A boy with manners this was new. Jake hardly called him his own name. He was used to
bro
or
dude
. He leaned back in his chair, a small grin creeping up on his face as he shook out the newspaper that only seconds before was lying at his feet.

Maven shook her head. “You can call him Grant. He’s not as mean as he looks I swear.”

Henri refused to believe this. Grant looked
meaner
than he looked. And the way he watched his daughter told him he cared a great deal about her and her happiness. He could tell he didn’t trust just anyone with his family.

“You two have a good time. Tell Miss Lisa hello for me and your mother.”

Maven agreed. She gave Henri the look before she turned on her heels and started down the sidewalk.

“Your dad is scary,” Henri said as they walked down the cobblestone road to get to Portwood square. It literally was the end of the line, the last bit of property owned by Portwood. A cul-de-sac strewn with willows, park benches and a little concession stand for drinks and food. And one aged barn that housed all the summer decorations.

“He’s
so
not.” She gave Henri a smile staring down at her feet. “He’s a doctor. And he is super nice to all his patients. He’s scarier to his us if anything.”

Henri’s expression fell. Maven waved a hand. “I didn’t mean it that way. He’s a good man. He just… expects a lot from us kids.”

“That’s not so bad,” Henri said. “It’s good that your parents expect a lot from you. If they didn’t care who else would?”

“I understand that. But most kids my age don’t. A lot of people give us a hard time. I’ve been called a goodie goodie my entire life.” She shrugged. “I got used to it a long time ago though.”

Henri couldn’t help but feel bad. “I’m sure your real friends didn’t think that right?”

Maven laughed. She had no
real
friends. “The friends I had I no longer talk to. Ever since Jake and I broke up we haven’t spoke. They decided being friends with Jake was more important I suppose.”

One time Maven had lots of friends. Friends she confided in, ones that spent the night at her house. The kind you called all hours of the day and night to gossip with, but soon that all changed. Soon an imaginary divide had her
on a totally different level than everyone else. Her friends were no longer her friends. They were Jake and Tatiana’s.

The day of gossip and sleepovers soon was a memory. And the only friends she had were her family. And Maggie wasn’t the greatest at relating to her. Maggie hated her for being sad all the time.

Henri took her hand. “Than I guess they weren’t very important after all.”

She smiled. “No, they weren’t.”

“I know the feeling.” He stopped walking. “When everyone in Tennessee found out I was sick they suddenly forgot how to call. Nobody wanted to invite me out because they were afraid I was going to drop dead.” His own girlfriend had bailed. Someone he thought cared about him. She stuck around for a week, but soon the medications and testing became too much of a burden and that’s when he found out she was dating one of his close friends. It was also when he decided he had enough of Tennessee and moved to Georgia. His parents were upset. They just wanted to take care of him. But he was tired of the disappointment—he was also tired of feeling like a disappointment.