“They’re Yodels, carefully carved Yodels,” he told her in a loud whisper. “Don’t tell Rae. She really thinks I bake them.” He set the Cokes on Rae’s desk. “I’ll leave you two alone. I can see when I’m not wanted,” he said. Then he left, closing the door behind him.
He must have had a genius in his class today, Rae thought. He was being even loonier than usual. Of course, it also could be because Rae had a friend over for the first time in a while. Maybe he’d been getting worried since Yana and Anthony hadn’t been around lately.
“Your dad’s kind of funny,” Yana commented. She picked up a Yodel slice, studied it, and popped it into her mouth.
“He’s just happy that I finally seem mentally stable and actually have a friend,” Rae answered. She picked up one of the Cokes and wrapped both hands around it. “So what’s your deal? What do you need me to do? I’m not saying I will or anything-but what’s going on?”
Yana hesitated.
I’m not going to plead with her to tell me, Raethought. I asked her. That’s enough. More than enough. God, the girl
ripped out my heart with her fingernails.
But if Yana was in trouble, real trouble…
“Just tell me,” Rae said, her voice raised.
“I think my dad wants to put me away,” Yana burst out.
“What?” Rae squinted at Yana. What was she talking about?
“I caught him talking to one of the doctors from the hospital where you were in the summer,” Yana rushed on. “The doctor was actually at my house. At my house .”
Rae frowned. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean he’s planning to have you institutionalized,” she replied. Just thinking about the hospital made her feel sick and weak, like someone had removed half of her bones and vital organs.
“There were girls in that place who weren’t at all crazy, you know that,” Yana protested. “Girls whose parents just didn’t want to deal.”
“But-”
“You’re never going to get it,” Yana snapped. “Not with a dad like yours. But my father, he’s always basically acted like I wasn’t even there. And as long as I didn’t cause him any problems, that was fine. But now with the letter, and getting called to the principal for a lecture about me skipping school and getting in a fight with this loser girl-it pissed him off.”
Yana took a swallow of her Coke and kept on talking, like now that she’d started, she’d never be able to stop. “Plus his new bimbette hates me. I know she’s doing everything she can to convince him to dump me somewhere so the two of them can do their thing with no interruptions. The witch probably put the call in to the doctor herself.”
“You’re not going to end up in the hospital,” Rae said firmly. And she meant it. She couldn’t let anyone-even someone who’d completely betrayed her-end up there. Not someone who was totally sane.
“You’re going to help me?” Yana asked, her voice cracking.
Rae sighed. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Yana’s lips lifted slightly to something in the family of a smile. “Thanks,” she said. “I figured you could just do your fingerprint thing on something with my dad’s fingerprints and tell me that I’m wrong about what he has planned.
Or… or that I’m right.”
Rae nodded. “Fine. But this doesn’t mean anything,” she warned. “We’re not friends. And once I’m done, I’m done.
You can’t come back here again asking me for something else.”
“Understood,” Yana said, her blue eyes intenseon Rae’s face.
*
“Jesse!” Anthony called, waving him over to histable at the Chick Filet. Jesse veered toward him,and Anthony could tell he was trying not to smile.
“Wow. Seeing Anthony Fascinelli in person. What a privilege.” Jesse sat down and started in on Anthony’s curly fries.
Crap. Jesse was right. Anthony’d pretty much disappeared when he was hanging with Yana. Weren’t there even a couple of times when Jesse’d left messages and Anthony’d blown