Page 32 of Come Find Me
There’s a flurry of footsteps from the other side, and a man opens the door. I see Kennedy racing behind him; the look on her face one ofoh crap.The man is about my height, with Kennedy’s coloring—dark hair, sort of messy—but his eyes are blue to her brown. He’s looking me over in a way that makes me uncomfortable, like he’s assessing me for danger. And Kennedy looks between us like she wishes one of us weren’t standing in this doorway, and I’m not sure which of us that is.
“Um,” I say, looking at my phone, “I thought…” Because I can’t figure out who this guy is, and whether I should pretend I have the wrong address.
“No, sorry, my fault,” she says, elbowing the guy aside so he’s no longer taking up the entire doorway. “I told you I had plans,” she says to him, looking at the side of his face.
But he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “What kind of plans?” he asks.
“The studying kind,” I say, on instinct, which is my go-to answer to my parents, and from the look of relief on Kennedy’s face, it seems like the right answer in this situation, too.
“Joe, this is my friend. Nolan,” she says, smiling, like she’s only just remembered my real name. “Nolan, my uncle, Joe.”
Joe nods, but he doesn’t extend his hand. Instead, he looks at Kennedy with one eyebrow raised. “I know, I know,” she says, fake-smiling, “two friends in less than twenty-four hours, must be some sort of record, right?”
“Kennedy…,” he warns.
But she sidesteps. “What? Is this because he’s a guy? I know you said no boys, I know. But I didn’t think that was an across-the-board rule. Not that I couldn’t study with someone who happened to have a Y chromosome. I thought you just meant, like, no boys in your house? As in, italics,no boys.”
I’m trying not to smile, watching this exchange. Her whole face changes when she talks to him, and she moves her hands to accentuate her points.
Her uncle—it feels weird thinking that, since he can’t be that much older than us—has turned almost scarlet by now. She stares up at him, and he stares back, and it’s like watching the most passive-aggressive game of chicken in history.
When Joe doesn’t answer, she puts a hand out in my direction, in the universalstopsignal. “Nolan, to be safe, please keep both feet on the other side of the doorway.”
Joe cracks the slightest smile then, and he opens the door wider. “Take your phone,” he says as she disappears down the hall, presumably to get her things.
When she’s gone, his expression turns serious again. “Nolanwhat?” he says, like he’s planning to run a background check on me.
“Chandler,” I say. “Sir.”
He almost laughs.
She breezes back out again, just as quick. “Bye, Joe,” she says.
“Andanswerit if I call you, please.”
“I will!” she calls over her shoulder.
“The library closes at eight!” he yells as she’s getting into the car. “I expect you back here at quarter after!”
She slides into the passenger seat of my car and closes the door like it’s her own, and she’s smiling so wide at something Joe said, but I don’t even get it. She gives him the thumbs-up as he watches us drive away.
She rubs her hands together and looks at the clock on the dashboard and says, “We’d better hurry. We don’t have much time.”
I’m going about five miles per hour, inching down the street. “Um, I know you said no questions, but it would help if I knew where to turn.”
“Ha, yeah, that would help. Sorry.” She holds up her phone and turns up the volume, and it starts directing me.Right on Wilson. Left on Stenton. Merge onto highway. In twenty miles, take the exit.
“Twentymiles,” I say. No wonder she mentioned the time. I have a thousand questions I want to ask. Namely: Where are we going? What are we doing? Whoareyou? But I’ve grown comfortable in the unknown. Everything takes time. And so will this.
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On the way, she grills me onthe Event.That’s what she’s started calling it. “Did you pick up anything related to the Event in the park last night?” she asks.
How to explain that I wasn’t out there testing things with machinery. I was out there trying to listen for my brother. “Eh, I think your friends kind of ruined the setting.”
“Those aren’t my friends,” she says.
“You just follow them?”
