guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number. Since it was Wednesday, I'd typed up a quick "Waiting on Wednesday" post for my blog featuring this YA book about a hot boy with a killer touch - can't go wrong there - apologized for my extended absence, responded to comments, and stalked a few other blogs I loved. It was like coming home.
"Katy?" Mom yelled up the stairs. "Your friend Dee is here."
"Coming," I shouted back and closed the lid of my laptop.
I skipped down the stairs, and Dee and I headed off to the hardware store, which wasn't anywhere near FOO LAND like Daemon had said. They had everything needed for me to fix that gross flower bed out front.
Back home, we each grabbed a side of a bag and hauled it out of my trunk. The bags were ridiculously heavy and by the time we'd gotten them out of the car, sweat poured off of us.
"Want to get something to drink before we drag those bags over to the flower beds?" I offered, arms aching.
She wiped her hands against each other and nodded. "I need to lift weights. Moving stuff sucks."
We headed inside and grabbed iced tea.
"Remind me to join the local gym," I joked, rubbing my puny arms.
Dee laughed and twisted her sweat-soaked hair from her neck. She still looked gorgeous, even red-faced and tired. I'm sure I looked like a serial killer. At least now we knew I was too weak to do any real damage. "Umm. Ketterman.
Our idea of a gym is dragging your garbage can to the end of a dirt road or hauling hay." I dug up a hair tie for her, joking about the uncoolness of my new small-town life. We'd only been inside ten minutes tops, but when we went back out, all the bags of soil and mulch were stacked next to the porch.
I glanced at her, surprised. "How did they get over here?"
Dropping down on her knees, she started pulling up the weeds. "Probably my brother."
"Daemon?"
She nodded. "He's always the thankless hero."
"Thankless hero," I muttered. Not likely. I'd sooner believe the bags levitated over here on their own.
Dee and I attacked the weeds with more energy than I thought we had. I've always felt pulling weeds was a great way to let off steam, and if Dee's jerky movements were any indication, she had a lot to be frustrated about.
With a brother like hers, I wasn't surprised.
Later, Dee stared at her chipped nails.
"Well, there went my manicure." I grinned. "I told you, you should've gotten gloves."
"But you're not wearing any," she pointed out.
Lifting my dirt-stained hands, I winced. My nails were usually chipped. "Yeah, but I'm used to it."
Dee shrugged and went over and grabbed a rake. She looked funny in her skirt and wedge sandals, which she insisted were the height of gardening couture, and dragged the rake over to me. "This is fun, though."
"Better than shopping?" I joked.
She seemed to consider it seriously, scrunching her nose. "Yeah, it's more...relaxing."
"It is. I don't think when I'm doing stuff like this."
"That's what's nice about it." She started raking the faded mulch out of the bed. "Do you do it to avoid thinking?"
Sitting back, I ripped open another bag of mulch. I wasn't sure how to answer that question. "My dad...he loved doing things like this. He had a green thumb. In our old apartment, we didn't have a yard or anything, but we had a balcony. We made a garden up there, together."
"What happened to your dad? Did your parents get divorced?"
I pressed my lips together. Talking about him wasn't something I did. Like ever. He'd been a good man - a great father. He didn't deserve what happened to him.
Dee paused. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."
"No. It's okay." I stood, brushing the dirt off my shirt. When I looked up, she was leaning the rake against the porch. Her entire left arm blurred. I could see the white railing through it. I blinked. Her arm was solid again.
"Katy? You okay?"
Heart pounding, I dragged my eyes to her face and then back to her arm. It was whole.
Perfect. I shook my head. "Yeah, I'm okay.
Um...my dad, he got sick. Cancer. It was terminal - in the brain. He'd been getting headaches, seeing things." I swallowed, looking away. Seeing things like I did? "But other than that, he'd been fine right up to the diagnosis.
They started him on chemo and radiation, but everything...went to shit