Secrets of a [Somewhat] Sunny Girl by Karen Booth

Author:Karen Booth [Booth, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781725617629
Amazon: 1725617625
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2018-08-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

We took the train from Penn Station to Old Saybrook. Eamon had booked the five of us in business class, and paid for the tickets. An early wedding gift, he'd said, with a smile and a shrug of his skinny shoulders. I wasn't sure he could be any sweeter.

He and I held hands and watched out the windows as the snowy landscape chugged past. It was not common to have any snow this early in the winter, but the weather had been all kinds of wonky and much of the Northeast had been hit hard. Some parts of Connecticut and Massachusetts had more than eight inches. Normally this time of year, you got nothing more than mud.

Fiona, who had been living with us for two days, sat across from Eamon and me, riding backwards. She'd occasionally pop up onto her knees and look out the window, especially if Eamon told her there was something special to see like birds or water. Otherwise, she drew pictures of horses and sang to herself. Her voice was already nearly as beautiful as her dad's. Someday, it might be even more so. Luke and Amy napped in the row behind us, fingers twined.

We transferred at Old Saybrook, lugging our suitcases behind us, and we rode to the end of the line, Hoop Hole Hill Road, where Luke had a driver with a minivan pick us up. Between the five of us and our luggage it would've been too much for Dad’s car. He'd bought a Prius a few years back, after Amy and I expressed concern about him not having reliable transportation in the winter. He'd gone for years not using his car at all. After Mom had died, we were the excuse. He refused to drive us anywhere. He was too worried it would traumatize us. On the rare occasion we were invited to a sleepover at another girl's house, we had to ask for a ride.

But Amy and I were not invited to many sleepovers. Right after Mom's death, we became the poor Fuller girls, worthy of pity and sorry looks, not parties or celebrations. We made people uncomfortable. Amy and I saw it on faces everywhere we went and we didn't fully understand it, but we could feel it. Months after Mom's death, the rumors started. She'd been drunk. She was on drugs. She'd been trying to kill all three of us. Most of it was lies, but there were only so many times you could deny something so ugly before people started to think you were covering it up. And of course, Amy and I both knew there was some ugliness in there. We just didn't want to talk about it. If anyone ever wondered why we'd both been so desperate to get the hell out of Chester when we got older, that was the biggest reason.

Fiona sat between Eamon and me in the last row of the van. He put his arm around her, and around me at the same time, rubbing my shoulder gently.

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