Moonglass (19 page)

I stepped back out onto the cool stones of the patio as he was rubbing his hair dry with a towel, still shirtless. It was hard not to stare, so I walked out to where I could see the water and felt a tiny zing of possibility when I saw two lights still circling below the surface far, far down the beach.

Tyler came over and stood next to me. “Damn. Look how light it is out there. We probably didn’t even need our lights.” The tide was far out, and in the moonlight I could see the slick surface of the wet sand, dotted with dark spots that were probably small rocks. I wondered if there were any pieces of glass scattered among them. Another wave of uneasiness swelled in my stomach before I willed it down and looked back over at Tyler.

He smiled. “Wanna go for a walk?”

I dug my toes into the wet sand and soaked up the dreamy barefoot feeling of the beach at night. In the dark the effect of everything was heightened—the moonlight, the warm air, softly lapping water … all of it. We walked the waterline, tiny ripples occasionally spilling over our feet, our hands brushing accidentally, suspended between nervousness and anticipation.

I snuck a glance at Tyler. He smiled, and I knew he’d felt me looking. Instead of saying anything, though, he stopped abruptly and picked something up, rubbing the sand from its surface with his thumb before holding it out to me. “It’s sea glass, right?” I took it and felt the familiar smoothness between my fingers before I held it up in the moonlight, exposing its translucent green edges.

“It’s—” My throat caught a little as I said the word. “It’s moonglass.”

“What?”

I shook my head and smiled. “I made it up when I was little. It’s sea glass. But my mom and I used to go look for it whenever there was a full moon, and the pieces we found at night I called moonglass.”

I could distinctly feel the slight weight of my pendant where it rested on my chest. “Like this,” I said, holding it out, away from my neck. “I found this one at night.” Tyler leaned in and peered at the glass triangle that dangled from my chain, and I kept talking. “It’s hard to tell right now, but it’s red. Which is really hard to find. Probably the most rare.”
Stop talking. He’s right there, so close
. Our faces were inches away from each other, looking together at the piece of red glass that spun on its chain.

Tyler seemed intrigued. “I wondered about that necklace. You always wear it.”

I looked down at the glass, then let it fall back to my chest. “I was proud of this one, because it was actually me that found it, not my mom.” I paused, surprised by what I was saying, but then went on, unable to stop. “She actually didn’t even know I was on the beach when I found it.”

“What, you snuck out or something?”

“Sort of.” We resumed our walking. “I kind of followed her out one night, without her knowing.” I kept talking, even as I wondered what I was doing. “I used to lie in bed and listen to her move around the house before I fell asleep, you know? Wash dishes and all that. My dad worked nights back then too, so it was always just us.” It sounded almost nostalgic, put that way. “Anyway. I was listening, and I heard the front door open and close, and then it was quiet. I peeked out my window and saw her walking down the path to the beach, and it was a full moon, so I knew she’d be looking for glass. That was like our special thing.” I looked down at the sand for a moment. “I got really mad that she hadn’t taken me, so I ran out after her.”

I was conscious of omitting details as I spoke. How we hadn’t taken any walks together for a long time because she’d insisted on being alone. How I had wished every night that my dad didn’t have to go to work and leave us alone together, because I never knew what kind of night it would be.

Some nights we cuddled together on the porch watching the sunset, then she would sit me up on the kitchen counter and tell me stories of mermaids while she hummed and flitted around the kitchen making dinner. I drank in her warmth on those nights, tried to save it up. Others, I would have to muster the courage to approach her as she lay, sullen, in her darkened bedroom, long past dinnertime, and ask her for something to eat, because she had forgotten I was there at all. Some nights she was so angry with me that I didn’t bother and I lay awake until exhaustion trumped hunger and I fell asleep. I was used to leaving those kinds of details out. I had practiced since I was little, because every morning, between my dad and the sun, things didn’t feel so bad after all.

She seemed herself when he was around, so I never told.

But now I was. Sort of.

“The dumb thing was, it was January, and I just ran out in my jammies, following her down the beach.” My voice came out casual, and Tyler laughed softly. But I hugged my arms close to me, because as soon as I said it, the warmth of the evening fell away and I was back in the icy wind, chasing after my mother. Tyler just looked at me, waiting to hear how I found the red piece of glass, so I kept telling.

“Anyway, I went running down the beach after her, but she was far ahead and I got tired, so I started walking.” It was easy to go back to the same details I had changed so many years ago. really, I had purposely hung back from her. Something I had done earlier in the evening had made her so angry, she’d screamed, then cried, then left me alone in my room. But I tried to walk next to her footprints, so it was almost like we were walking along together. Even that had felt hopeless, though, because the water rushed up and washed them away in front of me as I went along.

“She never turned around and caught you?”

I hesitated, trying to decide in my mind what I really thought. I wanted to believe that she hadn’t, that she really didn’t know I was there behind her. There had been a moment when she’d paused and I’d thought she’d turned back and seen me. But then she’d kept going.

“No. She thought I was sleeping.” My smile was hol ow. “She had no idea that her seven-year-old snuck out of the house and was wandering the beach at night.”

Tyler nudged me softly with his shoulder. “So you started that habit a long time ago, huh?” I had been looking out at the water, caught up in my own memory, worlds different from the one I was telling. But now I turned and let my eyes meet his, and I didn’t say anything else. Instead I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him, and when I did, everything that was about to break the surface lingered a moment before it receded into inky blackness, under the weight of his lips on mine.

Tyler slowly pulled his head back, and we stayed there, quiet a moment. “Wow.” He rubbed his lips together. “I was right about you not holding back.” We laughed until I saw his expression change to one of concern. “Here we go again.” He stepped back and shook his head. “I hope your legs are ready to run.”

I turned and saw two circles of light in the water, making their way closer to the shore in front of my house. So we ran. Water and lights went by in a blur, and I felt light and fast. We took the back steps to the yard two at a time, and I burst through the kitchen door and threw produce from the refrigerator onto the counter while Tyler grabbed the hose and took up his post rinsing our gear. By the time my dad and Andy tromped up the steps and emptied their lobsters onto the patio, I had caught my breath and was calmly slicing an avocado.

For the rest of the night, Tyler and I weaved our way into each other’s paths in small ways—a hand brush while passing a plate, a bump when stepping past each other, a brief second of eye contact when no one else was looking. It was like a game, to see how much we could pass off as chance. The effort of it probably wasn’t necessary, though, based on the number of beer bottles lined up on the picnic table. My dad and Andy were on a roll in full glory-days mode, and the stories kept coming as we sat around the low tiled fire ring my dad had bought, surely picturing nights like this one. Still, I liked the idea of trying to keep things with Tyler secret and out of sight. It occupied my mind enough to make me feel like I could just let everything else drift away to be forgotten, the way it had almost been before.

By the end of the night, Andy and my dad had regaled themselves with tales of lifeguarding heroics that had grown in danger and gore each time I’d heard them. Tyler seemed genuinely interested, and won them over by being appropriately impressed, and even adding a few incidents of his own to the mix. At least for the night, he was in the circle of their approval. They included him as one of their own, which made for an easy and comfortable evening. It had cooled down considerably, but the fire warmed my legs as I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, listening to their voices and the occasional pop of the coals that remained. When I finally opened my eyes, the tiny twinkle of a star winked through the leaves above me, and I wished that everything could stay like it was, with my mother safely out at sea and the water in my dreams calm and glassy.

Almost instantly she’s there. I see the familiar long white skirt and the long blond hair swirling around her. It’s just as before, just as it is every time. She
walks out slowly but resolutely, unaware of anything else. The frigid wind whips around me and I hug my arms to my chest, trying to hold on to any
warmth I can. I’ve been cold for so long. I see the sharp intake of breath when the water reaches her chest, and I sink back down onto the sand,
defeated, knowing what comes next. But this time she doesn’t disappear into the swirls of black water
.

She turns back to me
.

Her eyes are green and clear. When they fall on me, the resolve of her face softens and she looks sorrowful for a moment. I want to look away. I want to
run, call my dad. I want to go to her
.

It’s just the two of us, and she’s treading water now, bobbing her chin down into it and then spitting the tangy salt water out, and I’m sure that her lips
must be blue, because I’m shivering cold and I haven’t touched the water yet
.

I hesitate, then walk forward to where the water meets the sand, and when the foam rides up around my ankles, it is me who breathes in sharply,
involuntarily, because of the cold
.

I’m about to turn around when the water begins to suck back
.
I know this sensation, the water pulling all around my feet until it’s gone and I am
standing on a tiny island. But this time water rushes up from under my feet, where my tiny island should be. It lifts me up and then drops me cruelly
into the cold that bites and stings at first touch, and I’m on a rushing river out to sea. Out to my mother
.

Thick, sullen fog clouded my morning, and the rest of the day wasn’t much different. I walked into first period late, had one of Strickland’s insults hurled at me, then noticed my usual seat behind Tyler was taken by the blond girl who was also in my English class. She smiled sweetly at me, then leaned forward, tapped his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He dug a pencil out of his backpack, then looked over at me and rolled his eyes when he handed it back to her. I felt slightly better but didn’t have the energy to return any type of gesture.

When the bell rang, I looked around, surprised to see everyone packing up. Tyler walked over. “Hey. What’s up? You look all bummed.” I didn’t feel like explaining anything. “I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well . Weird dreams, I guess.” Tyler raised his eyebrows. “Oh,
really
? … Hope I wasn’t the cause of them. You know, it’s been a problem for some girls.” He nodded over at Needy Pencil Girl, who had her hand in her backpack, texting as she grabbed her notebook with the other one. She walked past us without so much as a look. I didn’t have a witty response, so I busied myself grabbing my books. He noticed.

We stepped out the door and stood awkwardly in the breezeway, still, in the middle of everyone streaming to their classes. He put a tentative hand on my shoulder and dipped his head low, so he was eye level with me. “You sure you’re okay? You seem … off.” I watched as the last of the students disappeared into classrooms, leaving us almost alone. “I’m fine. I gotta go, though…. I can’t be late to second.” I gave a brief smile, then took a step backward.

He grabbed my hand. “Lunch, then?”

I winced. “Actually, I promised Ashley I’d have lunch with her. It’s been a little while, and she’s got some big thing she wants to tell me.” For a brief second his shoulders slumped, but he squeezed my hand and smiled. “All right. Then I’ll see you after practice, if you’re not too busy.”

“Okay.” I nodded, and did my best to smile back. He let go and took a few steps backward before turning and heading down the hall way.

I spent the rest of my classes until lunch feeling like a jerk and hoping Tyler didn’t think I was blowing him off. I’d woken up in a mood that wasn’t going away. By the time the bell rang for lunch, I’d decided to find a place to sit by myself instead of meeting Ashley. Like clockwork, though, my phone buzzed in my pocket with a text.

“BIG NEWZ! TABLE ASAP!”

I stood looking at it, about to walk in the other direction, but curiosity got the best of me. Besides, it was hard to be in a bad mood around Ashley.

She had two plastic boxes containing some sort of wraps and cut-up fruit out on the table when I got there, and she waved her bubbly Ashley wave. I sat across from her and smiled, surprised a little at the fact that I’d missed talking to her for a few days. “You didn’t need to bring me lunch, you know.” She put one hand to her full mouth, then used the other to wave me off. I popped open the box and did my best to sound enthusiastic. “Thank you. So, what’s the big news?”

She waved both her hands now, as if that would help her chew faster so she could talk quicker. After a painful looking swallow, words spilled out, in typical Ashley fashion. “OhmyGodI’msoexcited!” Deep breath in. “This weekend is the opening of the spa at Pelican Crest and my dad is sending me and my mom on Sunday for the full day, and he said I should invite you and your mom too!” Pause for another breath. “It’s
the
most luxe spa around, and we can go and have anything—massage, facial, mani-pedi, whatever. And they only use fair-trade organic products, so we’ll be doing something good by treating ourselves.” She smiled and waited for my enthusiastic answer.