“You know, once, in Scouts, we took a trip to Yosemite. It got so cold at night we had to build makeshift lean-tos. We were out there at three in the morning, scraping up pine needles and leaves for insulation.”

“Wow,” Brayden said dryly. “Great story.”

And they laughed.

“But the funny thing was that then when we started the campfire, these pine needles kept falling in the fire and flaring up!”

“Oh man,” Jake interrupted, turning to Brayden. “You remember when Fat Marty lit that grease bomb?!”

“It was so funny, Josie,” Brayden said. “He saved, like, a month’s worth of bacon grease. He wanted to show us how to make a grease bomb.”

“And then he lit it and instead of exploding, it just gave off this horrible smoke.”

“And his mom came in screaming and she grabbed this fire extinguisher and doused us all.”

“It was crazy,” Brayden said. “Took us like five hours to clean it up.”

And Josie laughed. She was eating it up. Brayden’s rough-guy, laid-back charm.

Niko sat there, trying so hard to be cool. Smiling, laughing at the right places.

But I could see that every time Brayden touched Josie or nudged her or said her name, it was like a knife in his gut.

There was another person who didn’t seem to be so thrilled with the budding romance between Josie and Brayden: Sahalia.

She was acting extra-insolent and slouchy. She had nearly thrown down her tray with her food and now she just sat there with her arms crossed, staring daggers at Josie.

* * *

After we all settled down in our plush new accommodations, I realized I’d left my journal in the Kitchen.

The lights had already dimmed automatically, which meant it was after ten, but I could see, sort of, so I went to get my journal.

Approaching the Food aisle, I heard a voice.

More specifically, I heard hushed laugher. Astrid’s.

I walked slowly, quietly. I didn’t want to scare her off.

But she didn’t hear me. She was with Jake.

She and Jake were sitting together near the iced tea. She was eating the plate of food I had left out for her. Barbecued chicken and corn salad with buttermilk dressing—thank you, Chef Batiste.

Jake kept snatching little bits of food off the plate.

“Quit it,” Astrid said. “You already ate.”

Jake put his hand on her knee. She let it stay there and continued to eat.

“I know, but it’s good.”

“It’s delicious,” Astrid said.

I felt proud, which was kind of stupid, since it was mostly Batiste’s cooking, anyway.

“You should come back,” Jake said. “The little kids are always asking about you.”

This wasn’t true, actually. Now that motherly Josie had stepped in as mama duck, they actually seemed to have forgotten about rough-and-tumble Astrid.

I don’t think it had anything to do with Astrid’s personality. I just think it served them well to have a very short memory at this stage in their trauma.

“I don’t want to,” she sort of growled. “I told you.”

“We miss you,” Jake said. “Well, Brayden doesn’t miss you, but Dean does.”

I felt my face burn in the dark.

He knew I had a crush on Astrid and Astrid did, too.

“Please,” she said. “He’s harmless.”

Harmless. Okay.

I tried to quiet my breathing. Now I really, really didn’t want them to know I was there.

Astrid finished the food. She put her finger to the sauce on the plate and licked her finger clean.

She put her finger in the sauce again, but this time, before she could get it to her mouth, Jake licked it.

Kneeling in front of her, he took the plate from her.

She let him.

He put his hand on her neck and drew her toward him.

She let him.

He kissed her.

She started to cry.

“I miss my mom,” she said. “I miss my brothers. And Alicia. And Jaden. And Rini.”

“I know,” Jake murmured, rubbing her neck.

“I’m scared. I’m scared sick.”

“Baby, we’re all scared,” Jake said. “Brayden and Josie made a really nice bed for you. You have your own little room. You should come and see it.”

“I told you I can’t! I shake all the time. I’m too scared. I’m so scared I start to choke and I can’t breathe and I throw up! I don’t want to have to be around them!”

He took her into his arms. She clung to him, like he was a life raft and she was drowning.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jake said.

“Aren’t you scared?” she asked him.

“We’re gonna be okay, Astrid.”

“You’re not scared?”

Jake responded by kissing her harder. Suddenly, they were all over each other.

I knew I should back away but I didn’t.

Astrid pushed him off her for a moment and sat up.

Slowly, with Jake watching, and me watching, too, she unbuttoned her shirt.

It was so wrong of me to watch, but I couldn’t, couldn’t stop.

She brushed the tears away with her forearm as she unbuttoned. Astrid slid her shirt off her shoulders and unclasped her bra behind her back. She let the bra fall away and then she was naked from the waist up.

Astrid’s body was so beautiful my throat closed up.

So smooth and wonderful and soft. She looked so soft. A sculpture of some Greek goddess awoken from cold stone into warm pulsing life.

Jake reached up and touched her breasts. He cupped them both.

“Which one’s Cinderella again?” he asked her.

“Neither of my breasts is named Cinderella.” She laughed, sort of unwillingly.

Obviously, this was some old joke between them.

“Hello, Cinderella,” Jake said to one of her beautiful, perfect breasts.

He kissed it.

He nuzzled the other one. “Now, don’t get jealous, Snow White. There’s enough of me for both of you.”

Somehow, hearing him say this—watching this weird, private joke—was even worse than seeing them make out.

Astrid just bent down and kissed him hard.

“Make me feel better,” she told him. “Make me feel something.”

He rolled her under him and I couldn’t see anymore, which was good because I already knew I was going to feel absolutely terrible about what I’d witnessed.

I backed away and I was almost out of earshot when I heard Jake say, “Just forget it.”

And I stopped to listen.

“Here,” Astrid said.

“Forget it,” Jake mumbled. “It’s no good.”

“Wait, Jake, come on.”

“Leave me alone.”

“It’s just stress,” Astrid said. “It’s not like this has happened before.”

“Just leave me alone, I said,” he growled.

I heard the sounds of him pulling his pants on.

“Jake … please,” Astrid said. “Don’t go.”

“There’s a nice bed for you over at the Train. We’re all waiting for you. If you’re so scared, come back to us.”

“I told you, I can’t.”

“See you, Astrid,” he said.

I crouched down as Jake passed by. I held my breath.

After a moment, I went closer to Astrid.

She was sitting up, looking in the direction Jake had gone. She absentmindedly twirled her hair in her fingers, trying to get a knot out. Then she sniffed her armpit and made a face.

As I watched, Astrid slid the straps of her bra onto her shoulders and fitted the lacy cups around her breasts.

My whole body was on fire for Astrid.

I must have moved because suddenly she stopped.

“Jake?” she whispered. Then she listened.

She looked right my way and I was sure she couldn’t see me, but I froze.

Each heartbeat pounding like a drum.

Finally she decided no one was there. She dressed quickly and then, much to my surprise, she climbed right up the iced tea shelves, using them as a ladder.

About halfway up, she reached up and moved aside one of the ceiling panels. I got a glimpse of a sleeping bag and some paperback books up there.

She balanced on the top support of the shelving unit and then crawled into her hiding space.

The ceiling tiles gave just the slightest bit.

Astrid was hiding in one of my food aisles. And I had seen her topless. I hated myself for it, but I had.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A LADY

The next morning, I could hardly look Jake in the eye. Caroline and Henry were my helpers for the day, and their chirpy good cheer was an excellent distraction.

Scrambled eggs sandwiched between chocolate chip waffles. Wow.

* * *

Niko had a change in plans for us. He rapped on his tray, to get our attention.

“You all did an excellent job of restocking the shelves and taking inventory of our assets and I want to thank you,” Niko said. “I know that you’re not all completely finished with your assignments, but we’re going to shift our routine a bit now.

“The big kids will work together on projects that we need to attend to and the little kids will be attending school.”

A rising chorus of awwwws and no ways drowned out Niko’s voice for a moment.

School. That was what the card tables and folding chairs in our new “living room” were about.

“Josie will tell you all about it.” He gestured for Josie to rise and address us.

“Now, listen, you guys,” she said. “It’s not going to be a drag, like real school. We’re going to learn fun things and do lots of art projects. Maybe Jake will even teach us some football, right, Jake?”

“Most probably, maybe,” he said, toasting her with a half-eaten waffle sandwich.

Josie sat down and Brayden put his arm around her. He tried to nuzzle her neck, but she shook her head slightly. A not-in-front-of-the-kids shake.

Niko took back the floor. He seemed steely now. Cold and efficient.