I shook my head in answer. It was getting easier and easier to do that.
“How about some television?” she suggested, reaching for the remote.
She turned on the television and flipped to a channel with an infomercial about a juicer.
I relaxed a little into my pillows. It was kind of nice beingtaken care of instead of always taking care of someone else. A novelty for me, really. Even though my experience with Lily’s family had only been over the last few hours, I’d seen enough to make me the teensiest bit jealous. They cared about her. They didn’t throw her things away even when it looked like she might not come back. Heck, they’d re-created her entire room here at the hospital. There’d been no garbage bags full of her belongings, no donations to the Salvation Army of hermost precious memories. And she’d been in this irreversible coma a LOT longer than I’d been dead.
If it had been me in this coma instead of Lily…
You’d be here by yourself.
I shoved that thought away, even though I knew it was true. When I was fourteen, I fell from the cheerleading pyramid at practice—stupid Ashleigh Hicks and her wobbly knees—and hurt my wrist. Coach had taken me to the hospital for X-rays, but she couldn’t stay. They’d tried to reach my parents, but no one had answered at my mom’s house (shocker) and my dad was in Germany (or possibly the Days Inn downtown with his then mistress, now wife, and not taking any calls to keep up with the illusion of international unavailability).
I could have called friends or whomever I was dating at the time—I don’t even remember who that was now—but who wants to put their family’s dysfunction on display like that? Hi, my parents are so messed up, they don’t even care that I’m in the hospital? I’d have sooner invited them over to myhouse to watch my mother stumbling around in her bathrobe.
So, I’d taken a cab home with my arm in a sling. My dadonly found out about it when the hospital sent a bill, andthen he was pissed. Apparently, I’d used the wrong insurance card.
That would never have happened to Lily.
Whatever. None of that mattered now. I just needed to focus on getting out of here.
Why wasn’t Will calling back? What if it was because he was with her, Mina, Miss Frizztastic? Just the idea made me sick. But even if he was, no way would he ignore acall about Lily. He knew better than that. So what was the deal? If she’d gotten him in some kind of trouble that I was going to have deal with, I would kill her. Then we’d see how she felt about getting boxed, wouldn’t we?
Mrs. Turner turned the channel to some early morning news program, and the brighter flickering of the screen hurt my eyes.
The first time I’d ever seen Lily, she was staring blankly ahead at the television, the twin reflections of screen dancing in her glassy eyes. Was that still how she looked even with me in here?
I shuddered.
Maybe…but maybe not. Tyler had noticed some kind of difference in Lily. I wondered what it had been that had tipped him off. I couldn’t ask—not even with the time-intensive and laborious “spell it out through the Ouija board” method. (That was seriously getting old, and fast, by the way.) Mr. Turner had left to take Tyler, who’d been more than a little shaken up, home a while ago. I’d scared Tyler, apparently. I hadn’t meant to. Then again, it had worked and the Turners were no longer talking about taking Lily home to die…so I was going to count that as a win. She had to stay alive long enough for Will to get me out of here, at the very least.
I tried to shift to alleviate the dull ache and pressure all up and down my left side, but I couldn’t quite manage that much movement yet. Nor did I really want to be here long enough to attain that new level of skill. And yet, the cell phone on the bed side table next to me stubbornly refused to ring.
Mrs. Turner caught me staring at the phone.
“He hasn’t called back, I promise,” she said. “I just checked it.”
When? I hadn’t seen her do it.
“You’re scowling at me,” she said with wonder in her voice.
Yeah, well, she should get used to it. How hard would it be for her to check it again and show me? I mean, seriously.
My fingers twitched with the desire to snatch the phone away and see for myself.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, amused. “I’m still your mother.”
Uh, nope.
“Go ahead. If you can get it, you can have it.” She nudged the phone a few inches closer to me, but it was still much farther away than Tyler’s wrist had been.
After one final glare at her, which seemed to have no effect on her serenity, I summoned all of my effort and made a lurching sideways grab for it.
The phone skittered away from my fingertips and plunged toward the floor. Mrs. Turner caught it before it hit.
She put it back on the nightstand and then shifted me by the shoulders in the bed until I was upright again. “Give it another try.”
When she could just hand it to me? Why? What was this, some kind of game to her?
I frowned at her, which didn’t seem to bother her at all.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to, if it’s too hard.”
Right. If I wanted that phone, I would get it. Period. I took a deep breath, focused on the phone, and tried to control my slide/fall toward it. This time I managed to lock my fingers on it before it slipped away.
I shrieked in frustration on the inside, but nothing louder than an annoyed huff escaped my lips.
Mrs. Turner just put the phone in place and set me to rights again without a word.
It occurred to me then that she was actually playing a game of sorts. She was using something I wanted to push me into further progress.
How wonderful for her and Lily. But just give ME the damn phone! I didn’t want further progress. I wanted Will and I wanted out!
I locked gazes with Mrs. Turner, doing my best to convey that sentiment without words.
A knock on the door startled both of us. My head whipped around, the response time almost as fast as if it had really been me rather than me in a Lily shell.
A priest stood in the doorway, his hand still raised in the knocking position. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Of course not, Father. My daughter and I were just having a disagreement.” She smiled at me fondly, which made me want to kick her. I would not be so easily dismissed.
“I’m Father Hayes, the chaplain here at St. Catherine’s. I was visiting another patient down the hall, and I heard about your daughter’s miraculous recovery. I had to come and see for myself.” He gave us a shaky and uncertain smile.
Um, okay, Father. You’ve had your glimpse of miracle me. Now, go away so we can get back to the matter at hand.
But oh, no…it couldn’t be that easy.
“Come in.” Mrs. Turner waved him forward. “I’m Corrine Turner. This is my daughter, Lily.”
He stepped farther into the room and nodded at us. His gaze met mine for a bare second before it bounced away swiftly, focusing on Mrs. Turner.
“Is it true she was in a coma for almost a year?” he asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed above his collar like it was an independent creature trying to escape his throat.
What was making him so jumpy? Also, hello, I am here and can hear you.
“Since last September,” she said.
“Now she’s awake. Just like that?” he asked, sounding more concerned than overjoyed.
Mrs. Turner didn’t seem to notice. “Yes,” she said, beaming.
“And they have no idea why. The tests—”
“Don’t show anything yet, but as you know, some things are still beyond the understanding of science.”
“God truly works in mysterious ways,” he said with a tight smile.
I was not liking the vibe I was getting from him.
“Can I ask, have you noticed any…changes in her personality or unusual behavior?” he asked in a rush.
What the hell? I stared at him, and once more, his
gazedarted toward me and then away just as quickly, like hewas afraid to look at me for too long. Did he…actually suspect something was going on? I supposed in a technical sense what I’d done could be seen as a form of possession, even though that was far from what I’d intended. And priests and possession, well, I didn’t need Will and his bottomless bank of movie trivia to know there was a history, to say theleast.
Mrs. Turner cocked her head to one side with a laugh. “My daughter has been awake for only a few hours after coming out of what was called an irreversible coma. I’d say all of it has been unusual, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course.” He shook his head, flustered.
“Is there something in particular you’re asking about, Father Hayes?” For the first time since the start of the conversation, Mrs. Turner’s voice held a hint of suspicion.
“No, no.” He raked a hand through his sandy brown hair before seeming to realize what he was doing and making a belated attempt to smooth it down. “Just trying to find pieces of hope in her story to share with other patients who might need it.”
She nodded slowly, not convinced. “It’s hard to know what her experience has been since she hasn’t started talking yet.…”
And if I was talking, I’d be finding one of many ways to tell him to…“Go away.” The words escaped my lips, shocking me more than anyone. I’d been thinking them hard enough to actually give them voice. Lily’s voice, in fact, which was lower and huskier than my own.
“Lily!” Mrs. Turner sounded both thrilled and horrified.
“It’s okay,” he said with a laugh that sounded more like a nervous dog’s bark than anything related to true humor. “For someone who’s been through as much as your daughter, I certainly understand wanting to be left alone. She deserves some peace, and it’s up to the rest of us to make sure she gets it,” he said, his stare boring through me like a warning.
Was he attempting to threaten me with an exorcism? Ha, bring it. Except…wait, what happened to exorcized spirits? If it was just getting me out of Lily, fine. But if it was intended to get rid of me by sending me into oblivion? No, thanks.
“Um, yes,” Mrs. Turner said, now sounding flustered herself. “Speaking of which, it’s probably best if she focuses on getting some rest now.”
In other words, leave, dude.
He nodded, getting the message. Finally.
“A quick blessing, first?” he asked, but he was already standing over me before either of us could answer. His thumb, cool and kind of clammy, traced a cross on my forehead lightly while he murmured words of blessing.
He jerked his hand back as soon as he was finished, as though he expected me to go up in flames. And frankly, I wasn’t sure that he was wrong. Except that I’d been in the light once and then I’d been sent back here, not wiped out of existence. So, I couldn’t be so bad, right?
In any case, nothing happened, which seemed to confuse him. And it was probably a good thing I didn’t have more control over Lily’s body because I might have been tempted to throw myself around a bit on the bed, just to mess with him.
Mrs. Turner stood up. “Thank you so much, Father. We certainly appreciate your time.”
He nodded again and slowly backed toward the door until he’d gotten some distance from me. Then and only then did he turn and leave the room, rather abruptly and without another word.
She sighed and sank back down into her chair. “Sometimes I just don’t know where they find these people who work for the church.”
I waited until I was pretty sure the priest was gone. “Call Will’s house,” I said, carefully enunciating, but even still, the Ss dragged out too long.
Mrs. Turner tipped her head at me. “You’re a regular chatterbox now, Lils.”
“Call.”
“Lily, it is four in the morning,” she said with exasperation. “I’m not going to call their house and wake everyone up.”
Except I happened to know that Julia worked the early morning shift at the diner most days and was likely already up anyway. “Please. Need Will.”
She softened. “I’ll call when it’s reasonable, after eight at the earliest.” She reached out and squeezed my hand with a reassuring smile. “But, honey, what you need to tell him, I’m sure he already knows.”
I seriously doubted that.
“Where is she?” A loud female voice demanded, and for a second, I thought Alona had somehow found out about Mina already and was preparing to do some damage to one or both of us.
But when I forced my sleep-gritty eyes open, it wasn’t Alona, but Liesel standing in my bedroom just in front of my door. My closed door. You’d think she’d have taken that as a hint, but I’d long ago learned ghosts weren’t much on subtlety.
I groaned. It was early—the sky outside my windows still a predawn gray—and two nights of little or no sleep was beginning to wear on me and my patience. “What do you want, Liesel?”
She folded her arms over her chest and stalked to the foot of my bed, her dress rustling loudly. “She didn’t even talk to you about us, did she?”
I struggled to focus and sit up. “Who?”
“Alona!”
Something about this was ringing a bell, dimly. Alona had mentioned something about Liesel yesterday morning, but nothing specific. I shook my head.
“I knew it,” she spat. “She’s always sabotaging me. I bet she didn’t even tell you about Claire and Todd.”
Todd? Who was Todd? No, I did not care. I wasn’t awake enough yet to care. I rubbed my hands over my face. “Where’s Eric?” I asked, realizing suddenly that he wasn’t with her. No one has ever accused me of being my best in the morning.
She looked away with a sniff. “He couldn’t be bothered. I don’t know why; it’s only our whole afterlife at stake.”
Or maybe he knew something she didn’t, which I suspected to be the case. Eric and I had had a couple of conversations over the last few weeks—usually while Liesel and Alona were sniping at each other—which had led me to believe that Mrs. Pederson and her love life (or lack thereof ) might not be Liesel and Eric’s biggest obstacle.
“You need to talk to Eric,” I said wearily, “and you need to not be here when Alona shows up.” Because I seriously did not want to witness the inevitable fallout when Alona discovered Liesel had come here without permission.
I glanced at my clock to see how much time was left, and stopped dead. It was 7:58 a.m.
I felt a surge of alarm and leaned closer to make sure I was reading it correctly. I was. Another check of the window revealed rain on the glass. What I’d taken for early morning was, in fact, just the start to an overcast day.
“What’s wrong with you?” Liesel asked with great disdain.
“Did you see Alona?” I demanded. “Was she here?”
“This morning?” she asked.
I nodded, feeling like my head might bobble off in my anxiousness to answer and get her response.
“I just walked in a few minutes ago. Nobody was here but you,” she said, staring at me as if I was crazy.
But I wasn’t. Alona was late, fifty-five minutes to be exact, and that never happened. It couldn’t. She showed up here every morning at precisely 7:03 a.m., the time ofher death. It was a function of our ghost-talker/spirit guide bond.
Something was wrong. Fighting a feeling of panic, I stood up, snatched my jeans from the floor, pulled them on, and started tearing through the laundry on the floor, looking for my shoes. They seemed to have disappeared into one pile or another last night when I’d kicked them off.
“What is going on?” Liesel asked.
“Alona’s missing,” I said grimly. She’d left here yesterday all full of fire and some kind of plan for vengeance (against me, of course). Something must have happened. I envisioned her seeking out Mina to tell her exactly what she thought about Mina’s hair, among other things.
Oh, God. That would probably get her boxed for sure. But Mina would have mentioned an event like that last night, wouldn’t
she have? Or maybe not—considering all that had happened. I could easily see Mina waiting to drop that little tidbit of information at exactly the time that would benefit her the most.
“How do you know she didn’t just quit?” Liesel asked.
I stopped my frantic search for footwear and looked up at her. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “Alona shows up here every morning because she’s your spirit guide, right?
“Yeah, so?”
“So, maybe she’s not here because she quit.” Liesel sounded a little too self-satisfied.
“And why would she do that?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Because I told her one day you were going to toss her over for someone who was alive, that she was just convenient for now,” Liesel said.
“Damn it, Liesel!” I couldn’t believe this.
“What? That’s not true?” She eyed me shrewdly. “You know it is. You aren’t going to spend the rest of your life—”
“My life is none of your business,” I snapped. “When did this happen?
“Two nights ago.”
No wonder she’d reacted so badly yesterday morning, with Liesel filling her head with all this crap. Not that Alona ever would have been happy that I’d been out with Mina or that I was turning down her request about her parents, but she might not have been quite as apoplectic about it.
“This is your fault,” I said to Liesel, pointing the one Chuck I’d managed to find, so far, at her.
“Me?” she asked, laying an offended hand on her chest. “What did I do?”
A knock sounded at the door. “Will, is everything okay in there?” my mom asked. “I heard shouting.”
I grimaced. Of course; the one morning she didn’t have the early shift at the diner. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” I called, and then stepped closer to Liesel. “You haven’t seen Alona since?” I asked in a quieter voice.
“Would I be here looking for her if I had?” she asked in a rather snotty tone.