Hannah's Touch by Laura Langston

Author:Laura Langston
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: JUV000000, book
Publisher: Orca Book Publishers
Published: 2009-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Drummond wouldn’t budge. I had to work with Tom Shields. “The past is past,” she said when I reminded her about Logan’s accident. “It’s time to move on.”

Friday we did our dry run. I let Tom do the guacamole because I figured he couldn’t mess it up. Wrong. He turned it purple. And he burned the enchiladas when I wasn’t looking too. I had to test everything again at home that night.

Saturday I worked a full shift at Bartell’s. Late in the day, a woman called and said she’d found a St. Christopher medallion nearby. Bentley let me leave early. I raced to her house, only to find the medallion was round. Logan’s was oval.

My disappointment burned.

Sunday, the day of the car wash, dawned clear and warm. As we pulled into the Shell on Thirtieth, I thought of Logan. We’d gassed up here a month or so before he died. It had been sunny and warm that day too.

“We’ll come back later to get the car washed,” Mom said as she helped me unload the signs and flags. We weren’t starting until ten, but half a dozen kids were already there. Not Tom though.

Figures, I thought.

After the manager of the car wash told us where to set up, I took over, dividing people into teams: a lather-and-scrub team, a rinse team, a publicity team. The publicity people took the flags and poster boards and headed for the corner. The rest of us began assembling supplies and filling buckets.

Tom didn’t show up until 10:30. By then, we had a lineup six deep, including an >SUV so dirty I wondered how the driver could see out the windshield. Tom was in his chair today. Good excuse not to do much, I thought, watching him wheel through the sudsy puddles. Unkind, yeah, but I was wet, cranky and tired of watching Tom play the victim. Logan was the real victim.

“Brad has his brother’s car, and he’s taking a bunch of us to Alki Beach later,” Marie said when I brought a fresh bucket of water to the lather-and-scrub side. She was using her dad’s fancy handheld scrubbing wand. “We don’t have many nice days left. Why don’t you come?”

Because Alki Beach meant booze, and I wasn’t interested.

“I have…” I hesitated. “Plans.”

Marie knew I was lying. “Come on, Hannah, don’t be such a wuss!” She whirled around fast, wand in hand, hitting Lexi right in the face. Hard.

“Ow!” Lexi yelped. She fell to her knees and cradled her face.

I knelt beside her, put my hands around her shoulders. “Are you okay? Let’s see.”

White-faced, Marie crouched on her other side. “I’m sorry, Lex. I didn’t know you were there.”

Lexi’s nose had taken the worst of it, I realized. It was red and swollen, starting to bleed. Automatically, I reached out to wipe the blood away.

As soon as I touched her nose, it happened. The presence swept through me like a tidal wave, filling and stretching me until I couldn’t tell where I stopped and it started.

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