The Lost & Found by Katrina Leno

Author:Katrina Leno
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-04-27T04:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

Frances

When I woke up the next morning, Arrow was doing her meditations on top of the sleeping bag. She’d already showered, and her hair was wrapped in a towel she’d brought from her house. I got out of bed and took a quick, hot shower. When I turned the water off, Arrow stuck a fresh towel into the shower. I wrapped myself in it and stepped out of the tub.

“How are we going to wash these?” I asked.

“First of all, you’re welcome from saving you from whatever flesh-eating bacteria is living on these motel towels. Secondly, we’ll go to a laundromat, Frannie. Obviously. We’re not hooligans.”

She left me alone to blow-dry my hair with the dryer she’d brought from home, and by the time I was done, she had already packed up her stuff and was sitting on the corner of the bed, playing on her phone.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her.

“Starving. There’s a breakfast place nearby that’s supposed to be good.”

“I’ll hurry.”

I got dressed and met Arrow by the car. Arrow had already loaded Kathy up with our things and was behind the wheel waiting for me. The diner was only a few miles down the road, and Arrow drove there quickly, ignoring most street signs for a more do-it-yourself approach to driving. I don’t recommend it, but to be fair we were kind of in the middle of nowhere and seemed to be headed only deeper in.

There were a few pickup trucks in the diner’s parking lot. Arrow parked Kathy in the shade and we headed inside, our stomachs rumbling audibly the closer they got to food.

The boy behind the counter gave Arrow a particularly interested look when we walked in. He was about our age, and he wore a Rilo Kiley T-shirt that was old and faded and looked suspiciously out of place in the setting.

“You can sit wherever you’d like,” he said. To Arrow. I’d turned momentarily invisible.

“Thanks,” she said brightly, leading us over to a small booth near the window. The table was wood and covered with a thick laminate that showcased a number of local business cards and flyers.

“What if she changes her phone number?” I asked Arrow, pointing to the business card of a realtor. “Do they order a new table?”

“Probably nobody changes their phone numbers around here,” Arrow said.

The boy followed us over and handed us each a menu. “Coffees?”

“Yes please,” Arrow said. She hadn’t yet noticed that the boy seemed to have forgotten how to blink.

“You have an admirer,” I said when he walked away.

“Hmm? Oh, him? He’s cute. You know, I think I like Hank Whitney. We seem to have similar priorities.”

“Hank Whitney?”

“You stole his handkerchief,” she explained.

“You know I didn’t steal it,” I said. “What kind of priorities?”

“Well, we both like to run. And I’ve seen him use hand sanitizer, so I’m fairly certain he would never wear a pair of sunglasses he found in a motel room.”

I took the glasses off the top of my head now (what? I’d been wearing them) and twirled them around in my hand.

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