The Vow (28 page)
Authors: Jessica Martinez
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Social Themes, #Friendship, #Dating & Relationships, #Emotions & Feelings, #General
Chapter 29
Annie
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his isn’t so hard,” Mo says.
“Right.”
“It’s easy.” He fiddles with the straps on his backpack and steps toward the Departures screen. “I’m going to Disney World. I’ll be back next week with a sunburn and a Minnie tattoo on my butt.”
“I can’t see them doing real tattoos at Disney, but whatever makes you feel better. Does it?”
“No.” Mo starts toward the ticketing line. I stay by his side. I’d rather look like a dog who’s figured out she’s not going on the family vacation than let him get too far right now.
We stand in line. I hurt all over. The people around us pull bags, push babies, lean on each other, and bicker at the same time. It’s all of the reasons why airports make me uneasy. The emotions of strangers shouldn’t be so close and inescapable. I wonder if they can all see what I’m feeling by my face. Probably not. Guilt. Relief. Panic. Anger. Love. I don’t even know what that would look like.
“So, about Reed,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“He’s not so bad.”
“I know,” I say.
“I wanted to hate him.”
“I know. He thinks you’re not so bad too. He thinks I should’ve introduced you guys sooner so he could’ve gotten to know you.”
Mo rolls his eyes. “Let’s not get carried away. I don’t need to be custard boy’s pen pal or anything.”
I elbow him in the ribs.
Mo takes the confirmation email out of his backpack, and I see it in his hands. It’s just the smallest quiver. I wish I hadn’t seen it. I wish he were as fearless as he has been acting.
He examines the paper, folds it, and puts it in his back pocket, and when his hand is free again, I reach over and take it. We don’t need to look at each other. Holding hands is okay. After all, we’re not just friends. Maybe there is no category for what we are, but categorizing types of love seems childish now.
Mo is not my boyfriend. He’s not my husband either, or won’t be in a few weeks once the annulment is finalized. But we’re holding hands because it makes me feel less sad and him less nervous, and because we still love each other.
He can pretend he’s going to Florida, but I have to be realistic. This is the last time I get to be with him for a while. When we talk about it we say “a while,” which sounds better than “a long time,” which sounds better than “forever.” But it could be any one of the three. Saving up enough money to travel to Jordan this year is impossible, but I could definitely scrape together the cash for a trip or two to Cambridge or New Haven if he ends up back in the States for college. Sam says his student visa chances are pretty good. Mo’s pretty hopeful.
After Mo gets his boarding pass and checks his bags, we make our way toward security. The line isn’t long, but we have to say good-bye before he can get in it.
“Can I watch you go through?” I ask. My voice is solid. I’m not going to cry.
“Yeah. What do you think my chances are of getting felt up by that big dude with the wand?”
“I don’t know. You’re kind of cute. Maybe if you show a little leg.”
He laughs, but it’s nervous and distracted, barely a laugh at all. He’s not thinking about security.
We’re not walking anymore. We’re standing still, and my heart is in my throat. I want to freeze time, and I want this over. Either. Just not this.
“So,” he says.
“So.”
He lifts his arms, and I walk in to him, wrapping my arms around his body, squeezing so hard I don’t know how I’m not killing him. I might be killing myself. All the skin and muscle and bone of him are too solid, and I can’t absorb him into my body. My arms ache, and when I can’t squeeze any longer, I relax and just let him hold me. I’m soaking in a lifetime of Mo in just one hug, and I can feel a part of myself soaking into him too. It’s more than his smell and the texture of his skin. I’m collecting his thoughts—no,
our
thoughts. I have to take them all, our glances and our words and our memories too, because it’s almost too late.
It is too late.
He lets go and turns around without saying good-bye. I feel something crazy, a scream working its way up me, but not a scream because I don’t open my mouth. My heart is squeezing itself to death.
He turns around and gives me his smile of beautiful white teeth. “I love you,” he calls.
“I love you, too,” I call back.
That’s our end. I can’t watch him now, not without crying. I can’t stand here and see him show his passport and take off his shoes and shuffle through the line with all the other passengers like I thought I could. Like someone anonymous. I turn around and walk step after step after step toward the airport exit. Away from Mo. Into the after.
Acknowledgments
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hank you to all the attorneys in my life (and there are many) who helped me wade through the immigration issues for this book. I now understand even less why you all choose to do what you do. But whatever. To each his own. I owe a special thanks to Michael Martinez for going above and beyond his brother-in-law duties by reading the entire manuscript. Mike, that ruled of you. Your knowledge and suggestions were invaluable. Next time I get your name for Christmas I’m going to buy you something awesome, or maybe just less lame than last time.
And to the attorney in my life whose expertise would have been most helpful, but who refused to answer any questions or discuss any issues, thanks for eventually being okay with me writing this book. I owe you.
Thanks also to the editorial team at Simon Pulse, whose patience and creativity was astounding: Anica Rissi, Liesa Abrams, Michael Strother, and everyone else who pored over the manuscript and brainstormed ideas to make things work. I recall at one point during my Dream Act crisis, Anica promised to get on the phone with President Obama if we couldn’t make all the pieces fit. I don’t doubt she would have.
And of course, thanks to Mandy Hubbard, agent extraordinaire, queen of pep talks and sanity checks and smoothing things over. Every writer should be so lucky.
The final and biggest thank-you goes to my children. You are a constant reminder of what’s most important.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Martinez, Jessica.
The vow / by Jessica Martinez. — 1st Simon Pulse hardcover ed.
p. cm.
Summary: Mo is not only eighteen-year-old Annie’s best friend, he is the one who
helps her cope with the loss of her older sister, so when he learns he must leave Kentucky and return to Jordan with his family, Annie suggests a shocking alternative.
ISBN 978-1-4424-5864-2
[1. Best friends—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction. 3. Love—Fiction. 4. Aliens—Fiction.
5. Arabs—Kentucky—Fiction. 6. Race relations—Fiction.
7. Family problems—Fiction. 8. Kentucky—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.M36715Vow 2013
[Fic]—dc23
2012039166
ISBN 978-1-4424-5866-6 (eBook)
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real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places,
and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Martinez, Jessica.
p. cm.
Summary: Mo is not only eighteen-year-old Annie’s best friend, he is the one who
helps her cope with the loss of her older sister, so when he learns he must leave Kentucky and return to Jordan with his family, Annie suggests a shocking alternative.
ISBN 978-1-4424-5864-2
[1. Best friends—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction. 3. Love—Fiction. 4. Aliens—Fiction.
5. Arabs—Kentucky—Fiction. 6. Race relations—Fiction.
7. Family problems—Fiction. 8. Kentucky—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.M36715Vow 2013
[Fic]—dc23
2012039166
ISBN 978-1-4424-5866-6 (eBook)
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