are you here?”
“I twisted my ankle,” I say, reaching down to massage it, though it really doesn’t hurt anymore.
“You didn’t want to go, either,” he says, collapsing on a leather couch. “Face it. You see it, too.”
I stare at him. Is it possible that Hugo, stupid, idiotic Hugo, could see some of the things I see? “See what?”
“Angela and Justin. Justin and Angela.” When my face is just as blank as before, he says, “In lurve.”
“What?” I start to laugh. Of course this wasn’t about the ghosts. But still, I know what he’s talking about. My laughter quickly dissolves. “What would make you think that?”
“You never noticed? They’re always giving each other looks.”
“Yeah, but they’re best friends. She’s not his type. Believe me,” I say, as much to convince myself as to convince him. “I mean, I can see where you would think that, because I’ve thought it, too. But really. It’s nothing.”
He shrugs.
“Really. They’ve known each other since they were three,” I say, thinking back to the time three years ago when we’d been making out in the yearbook office for the first time and Justin said, “Angela has nothing to do with this.” How many times have I repeated that to myself over the years? She’s his best friend, and that’s it.
Angela is my closest friend. She was happy when she found out Justin and I were a couple. Happy. She bounced around and giggled like she was on bath salts. “I always thought you’d make a great couple,” she said.
“Angela has nothing to do with this,” I find myself saying.
“Huh?” Hugo’s staring at me.
I grab my backpack and step over his legs, which are sprawled out on the coffee table. “I’ve got something to do.”
“Your poor, throbbing ankle all better?” he asks with a crafty grin. When I don’t reply, he gets down on his knees and raises his hands toward the heavens. “Praise God. It’s a miracle.”
I think about kicking him in the ribs, but in the end I just ignore him and walk to the door.
“Wait. Where are you go—” he begins, but by then I’ve slammed the door.
I walk on the right side of 201 until I’m directly across from the Outfitters, then cut across the highway quickly. That way, I avoid the sound of the river. If I hear those voices, I might get cold feet. And I need to do this. I need to put an end to the questions.
I know it’s completely ridiculous. I know I’m going crazy and seeing people who aren’t real. But they feel real, as real as Justin or Angela or anyone. And even though she can’t be over there, even though it’s impossible, I need to see. I need to prove to myself that all of this—Jack, Trey, my mother—is all in my head.
In the Outfitters, it’s quiet because the buses have already departed for the day. There’s a rather large older man there in red flannel and an L.L.Bean cap, reading a hunting magazine. I clear my throat. He looks up, startled. “Hi!” I say brightly. “I, um, saw an interesting graveyard on the other bank and I was wondering if there was a way I could get across to see it?”
He says yes with the first Down East Maine accent I’ve heard in a long time: “Ayuh.” Most people in southern Maine now are from away and don’t talk like that, which is a shame because I kind of like it. “You looking to rent a kayak?”
I bite my lip. “Well … if there’s any way to stay out of the water, I’d prefer that.”
All the while, his eyes are narrowed to tiny creases. Then he says, “Yeh the Ice Guhl!”
“Um, well …”
“Imagine that, the Ice Guhl wants to stay out of the riveh. What, the riveh got yeh good?” He’s all animated, suddenly. “Well, theh a footbridge ’bout sixteen miles upstream. At put-in. Yeh have to get down the logging roads. Gets hahd cause theh not mocked.”
I think for a second before I realize he’s saying “marked.” The roads are not marked. Great.
“Oh,” I sigh. Justin and Angela have taken Monster to get to the trailhead. Not that I would have taken it without asking him. He wouldn’t have minded, but with my luck, since it’s mud season, I probably would end up stuck on a remote logging road, never to be found again.
“That kayak soundin’ betta and betta each minute, eh?” he asks. “I’d take yeh, but I’m right out straight heh.”
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