Always comic books.
Eleanor never brought anything to read on the bus. She didn’t want Tina, or anybody else, to catch her with her head down.
Park
It felt wrong to sit next to somebody every day and not talk to her. Even if she was weird. (Jesus, was she weird. Today she was dressed like a Christmas tree, with all this stuff pinned to her clothes, shapes cut out of fabric, ribbon …) The ride home couldn’t go fast enough. Park couldn’t wait to get away from her, away from everybody.
‘Dude, where’s your dobak?’
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He was trying to eat dinner alone in his room, but his little brother wouldn’t let him. Josh stood in the doorway, already dressed for taekwando and inhaling a chicken leg.
‘Dad’s going to be here, like now,’ Josh said through the drumstick, ‘and he’s gonna shit if you’re not ready.’
Their mom came up behind Josh and thumped him on the head. ‘Don’t cuss, dirty mouth.’ She had to reach up to do it. Josh was his father’s son; he was already at least seven inches taller than their mom – and three inches taller than Park.
Which sucked.
Park pushed Josh out the door and slammed it. So far, Park’s strategy for maintaining his status as older brother despite their growing size differential was to pretend he could still kick Josh’s ass.
He could still beat him at taekwando – but only because Josh got impatient with any sport where his size wasn’t an obvious advantage. The 45/593
high school football coach had already started coming to Josh’s Peewee games.
Park changed into his dobak, wondering if he was going to have to start wearing Josh’s hand-me-downs pretty soon. Maybe he could take a Sharpie to all Josh’s Husker football T-shirts and make them say Husker Dü. Or maybe it wouldn’t even be an issue – Park might never get any taller than five foot four. He might never grow out of the clothes he had now.
He put on his Chuck Taylors and took his dinner into the kitchen, eating over the counter.
His mom was trying to get gravy out of Josh’s white jacket with a washcloth.
‘Mindy?’
That’s how Park’s dad came home every night, like the dad in a sit-com. (‘ Lucy? ’) And his mom would call out from wherever she was, ‘In here!’
Except she said it, ‘In hee-ya!’ Because she was apparently never going to stop sounding like she just got here yesterday from Korea.
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Sometimes Park thought she kept the accent on purpose, because his dad liked it. But his mom tried so hard to fit in in every other way … If she could sound like she grew up right around the corner, she would.
His dad barreled into the kitchen and scooped his mom into his arms. They did this every night, too. Full-on make-out sessions, no matter who was around. It was like watching Paul Bunyan make out with one of those It’s a Small World dolls.
Park grabbed his brother’s sleeve. ‘Come on, let’s go.’ They could wait in the Impala. Their dad would be out in a minute, as soon as he’d changed into his giant dobak.
Eleanor
She still couldn’t get used to eating dinner so early.
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wasn’t complaining about not having to eat with Richie … But now it was like their mom wanted them all out of the way before he came home.
She even made him a totally different dinner.
The kids would get grilled cheese, and Richie would get steak. Eleanor wasn’t complaining about the grilled cheese either – it was a nice break from bean soup, and beans and rice, and huevos y frijoles …
After dinner, Eleanor usually disappeared in-to her room to read, but the little kids always went outside. What were they going to do when it got cold – and when it started getting dark early?
Would they all hide in the bedroom? It was crazy. Diary of Anne Frank crazy.
Eleanor climbed up onto her bunk bed and got out her stationery box. That dumb gray cat was sleeping in her bed again. She pushed him off.
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hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to anybody when she left. Her mom had shown up out of the blue and pulled Eleanor out of class, all ‘Get your things, you’re coming home.’
Her mom had been so happy.
And Eleanor had been so happy.
They went straight to North to get Eleanor re-gistered, then stopped at Burger King on the way to the new house. Her mom kept squeezing Eleanor’s hand … Eleanor had pretended not to notice the bruises on her mom’s wrist.
The bedroom door opened, and her little sister walked in, carrying the cat.
‘Mom wants you to leave the door open,’
Maisie said, ‘for the breeze.’ Every window in the house was open, but there didn’t seem to be any breeze. With the door open, Eleanor could just see Richie sitting on the couch. She scooted down the bed until she couldn’t.
‘What are you doing?’ Maisie asked.
‘Writing a letter.’
‘To who?’
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‘I don’t know yet.’
‘Can I come up?’
‘No.’ For the moment, all Eleanor could think about was keeping her box safe. She didn’t want Maisie to see the colored pencils and clean paper.
Plus, part of her still wanted to punish Maisie for sitting in Richie’s lap.
That never would have happened before.
Before Richie kicked Eleanor out, all the kids were allied against him. Maybe Eleanor had hated him the most, and the most openly – but they were all on her side, Ben and Maisie, even Mouse. Mouse used to steal Richie’s cigarettes and hide them. And Mouse was the one they’d send to knock on their mom’s door when they heard bedsprings …
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Maisie sat at Eleanor’s right hand then. When Mouse cried, when Ben’s face went blank and dreamy, Maisie and Eleanor would lock eyes.
‘I hate him,’ Eleanor would say.
‘I hate him so much I wish he was dead,’
Maisie would answer.
‘I hope he falls off a ladder at work.’
‘I hope he gets hit by a truck.’
‘A garbage truck.’
‘Yeah,’ Maisie would say, gritting her teeth,
‘and all the garbage will fall on his dead body.’
‘And then a bus will run him over.’
‘Yeah.’
‘I hope I’m on it.’
Maisie put the cat back on Eleanor’s bed. ‘It likes to sleep up there,’ she said.
‘Do you call him Dad, too?’ Eleanor asked.
‘He is our dad now,’ Maisie said.
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she got back to her room, she closed the door.
Fuck the breeze.