“No, I’m dying, and I only have fifteen minutes to live. I want a pony.”
The nurse enters from an adjacent room. She’s tiny like me but stronger and rounder. “Isla! It’s nice to see you, dearie. Your sister gave us quite the scare. But we shot her with epinephrine, and she’s been resting all day. The swelling in her throat is gone, and her breathing is back to normal.”
“I told you I was fine,” Hattie says.
I want to scream. I ask calmly, “Do Maman and Dad know?”
“They’re on an airplane back to New York, duh.”
My jaw tightens. “Are you going to call them later?”
“Why would I do that when I know you will?”
The nurse steps in. “The school will call your parents tonight.” She glances uneasily between us, no doubt wondering how three sisters who look so alike can be so different. We have the same pale white skin and bright red hair, but Gen is ambitious, Hattie is contrary, and I’m…the quiet one. Who never causes trouble.
“Is she allowed to go back to her room?” I ask.
Hattie fumes. “God, Isla.”
“What?”
“Stop being such a freaking mom!”
Her favourite accusation strikes with unexpected force. The shout reverberates around the room. I’m blinking back tears as I turn to the nurse. “I— I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right.” But her eyes remain wary. “Hattie, I’m almost done with your paperwork. You’ll be able to leave in just a minute.”
It’s a dismissal for me, too. I rush towards the exit, head ducked, straight past Josh in the waiting room. There’s no doubt that he overheard everything. I’m barrelling through the door when he says in a loud and clear voice, “Your sister’s kind of a bitch, huh?”
I stop.
My love for him quadruples.
When I turn around, he grimaces. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No!” I say it too quickly. “I mean, she is. Thank you,” I add for good measure.
Josh grins. It’s wide and relieved and reveals a rarely seen pair of dimples. I could live inside those dimples for the rest of my life. “Do you, uh…” he says. But I don’t think he had a question to begin with.
I tilt my head.
The head of school’s door opens, and we both jump. She leans out. “Monsieur Wasserstein. Has it already been three months? It’s as if you never left.” But her voice is droll, almost amused. “Come in.”
Josh’s expression falls back into that familiar blankness. He stands slowly and hefts his bag over his shoulder. As he disappears into her office, he gives me one last glance. His face is unreadable. The head of school follows his gaze and discovers me by the exit.
“Isla.” She’s surprised. “Is your sister feeling any better?”
I nod.
“Good. Good,” she says again.
She’s delaying, searching my face for something, but I don’t know what. I hope Josh will be okay. I glance at her office door. When I look back, she’s frowning as if she’s just found trouble.
Chapter five
The next few days are unsettling.
Josh is aware of me.