Lakewood - Megan Giddings Page 0,39

faint. Lena covered her mouth and nose with her hand, breathed in the hand sanitizer smell.

Bethany held seven teeth in her hand, rattled them. She stood up and walked over to Lena’s desk and touched Lena’s shoulder. Her fingertips were wet, and Lena shut her eyes for a moment. Bethany touched a front tooth with a finger. Pulled. It slid out. Lena smelled blood again and stale coffee. Bethany held the tooth close to Lena’s face. “I never thought teeth could be warm. They feel so cool in my mouth.”

Lena turned and threw up in the recycling bin near her desk. She didn’t bother to wipe her chin. “This is a fucking nightmare.”

Another observer came out into the work area and walked down the aisle between the cubicles. He was pale in a way that people probably couldn’t resist commenting on. His hair looked as if he had just pulled off a winter hat. It was the observer from the morning after the cabin. The hair on Lena’s arms stood up. Her mouth opened, and she shut it quickly. Maybe his job was to deal with study subjects whenever they were about to have a meltdown. Taking Lena to get treated, he had spoken to her the entire time so she wouldn’t think about the pain. Lena couldn’t remember now what he had said, only the sound of his voice: calm, low, smooth. He brushed past her, didn’t seem to notice her, and took Bethany’s arm. “Let’s see if we can make you feel a little better.”

Dr. Lisa let everyone go home for the rest of the day. Ian celebrated a little. “Yes, long weekend,” he said to himself, not noticing everyone else’s uncomfortable looks.

As they pushed open the doors to the parking lot, Dr. Lisa touched Lena’s shoulder and whispered, “Holy shit, that was the grossest thing I have ever seen.”

Before Lena could figure out how to respond, Dr. Lisa was already in her car, swinging the door shut.

13

Lena drove to Larson & Sons, the locally owned grocery store. She had what she tried to call a case of the Sunday Nights, too anxious about the work week ahead to enjoy her time off. What if they did something to make her lose all her teeth? What if they sent her back to the cabin? She cleaned her apartment, but it was only 6:30. Texted a little with Tanya. Her 8 p.m. video-chat date with Deziree only lasted 10 minutes; she’d had unexpected dinner plans with some of the ladies on the block. Had to get back over to Miss Cassandra’s for dessert and cards.

To take her mind off of everything, Lena puttered around the store, picking up containers of things like cookie butter and looking at them for a long time. Was it butter flavored like cookies? Cookies that had somehow been turned into a paste?

From the corner of her eye, she saw a man wearing a white T-shirt, a baggy jean jacket, and a backward blue baseball cap. He wasn’t pretending to look at the soups at the aisle’s end. Face and body were turned toward her. He was sizing her up, carefully watching her hands. He had a blond mustache, no beard, eyes that were maybe blue. His face was red, as if he had been rubbing it in frustration, or maybe as if he’d been drinking before coming to the grocery store.

Lena turned away and left the aisle. She grabbed a basket and went to the produce aisle. Tomatoes, olives from the salad bar, fresh parsley. The misting system came on and she resisted the impulse to put her hand beneath, catch some droplets. When she turned, the man was at the strawberries, his arms folded. Again, he didn’t pretend not to be watching her.

Tomorrow would be her third week in Lakewood, and Lena was starting to get used to someone watching her. But here she was aware, if he wanted to, he could easily pick her up. No one knew where she was. Her car was parked at the back of the grocery store parking lot. beneath the flickering light, probably out of the range of the security cameras. Every time she engaged with the news, there seemed to be another story about a black person getting murdered in a public place by an angry white man or a scared white man or a high-on-drugs white man. She pulled out her phone to call someone, then put it back in her pocket. It was