Hiding by Henry Turner

Author:Henry Turner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Chapter

Ten

For a second I just stood there, kind of getting over it.

Then I looked up through the room.

I must admit I was feeling pretty good. That whole trick-Dobey-down-the-stairs-with-the-treats routine, I thought that was pretty clever. That was fast thinking, for me, at least, though I seemed to remember seeing something similar in an old horror movie where the character tricks the demon-dog into going downstairs the same way, which is probably where I got the idea in the first place.

But don’t think I was feeling good just because I was clever.

The truth is, I was super excited about being in Laura’s house. For the first time in months I felt really close to her. I mean, all my feelings were reactivated like I said, and if you’ve ever really been in love, you’ll know exactly what I mean, so just seeing the sink where she might go to get a drink of water or the table where maybe some days she sits and eats her lunch—I mean, I was really excited to see all that.

But first I checked again for video. There wasn’t any I could see. At least not in the kitchen. I looked all over the place, the ceiling and walls and even on top of the cabinets, too, to see if anything was peeking down at me, but there was nothing.

There sure was a lot of other stuff, though. I mean, Laura’s mom—or maybe her dad, who knows—really loved appliances. Because they had every sort of appliance you can possibly imagine.

For one thing they had this great dishwasher, which was the first thing that caught my eye. It was right under the sink counter, sort of built in, and it had this nifty glass front so you could actually see inside while the water squirted everywhere.

You’ll probably think I’m lying, but the truth is, we’ve never had a dishwasher. I mean at my house.

Well, actually, we did have one.

It was me.

It was always me.

I don’t know why, but my dad and mom, they thought it was somehow good for my soul or something if I spent a half hour every night washing all the dishes by hand.

So you can imagine how much I wanted a real dishwasher, and this one would have been the best. One Christmas I even asked Santa Claus to bring me a dishwasher. I was, like, thirteen at the time and didn’t even believe in Santa Claus, but I thought my parents might think it was cute, my asking and leaving a note and all that, but it didn’t work at all. I think it just pissed them off, and all I got was this stupid video game console I’ve never even played with.

I was happy to see Laura had such a good dishwasher, a really fabulous one, and she didn’t have to wash all those dishes by hand, although when she saw in my house one day that I didn’t have one, I must admit she made some pretty cutting comments about my family’s, you know, financial status that made me feel pretty bad.

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