Destiny, Rewritten by Fitzmaurice Kathryn

Author:Fitzmaurice, Kathryn [Fitzmaurice, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-02-27T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY

The way the tree sitters planned to change the destiny of a cluster of old oak trees:

We made our way home. I walked my normal walk, right foot first, avoiding cracks, not caring about being unpredictable for the moment. It was about this point Mortie came to a screeching halt.

“I have a blister,” he said, collapsing on the curb. “I can’t go any farther.”

“So put a Band-Aid on it,” I told him.

He took his left shoe off and I bent over him. “If you look close,” I said, “you can almost see a tiny blister the size of a pencil eraser.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty bad, isn’t it? Usually I carry Band-Aids because I’m always prepared for any kind of catastrophe, but I gave my last one to Hunter yesterday,” Mortie told us. “He got a paper cut. I told him it might get infected if he didn’t cover it up.”

I rolled my eyes and looked up the street for a drugstore. “I have never in my whole life heard of a paper cut becoming infected.”

“It happens all the time,” he said. “Justin Martinez’s cousin’s friend had his left pinkie cut off due to a paper cut that got infected.”

“I saw a drugstore back there, maybe two blocks ago,” said Wavey. “Want me to run back?”

“I’ll do it,” I said, starting down the street. “You wait here with Mortie. In case he starts bleeding to death from his blister.”

Inside the drugstore, I located the first-aid aisle, grabbed a box of Band-Aids, then quickly walked through the card section since it was always a habit of mine to stop and see if there were any of my mother’s cards available whenever I was in a drugstore. Which was almost like finding a picture of her, the way her words peered out from the shelf.

It took me a minute to find the Hallmark section, but then I saw a single card of hers, tucked into the envelope. I picked it up to read it, noticing how all the other cards had at least five or six duplicates.

My mother is a bestseller, I thought. People everywhere are buying her cards.

I took the card with me and placed it with the Band-Aids on the checkout counter, then got my money out, thinking how I’d insist on Mortie paying me back for the Band-Aids since why should I be forced to use birthday money on first-aid supplies when I had an important book to buy back.

“This sure is a popular card today,” said the lady, putting it in the bag.

I smiled. “There’s a really good poem inside.”

“There must be. Someone bought four of them this morning. That will be five dollars and eighty-five cents.”

“Four?” I handed her the money.

She nodded. “I figured he was stocking up. People do that sometimes. That way, they don’t have to go out each time a special occasion comes up.”

The store manager walked up. “It’s time for your break,” he told the cashier. “I’ll take over.”

I stood there holding my bag, watching her walk to the back of the store.

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