Tomorrow's Sun (13 page)

Lexi shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
Mom, what should I do?
She’d already done the thing her mother had told her over and over.
If anything happens, any time you’re scared, call Uncle Jake
. But she shouldn’t have. She just wanted him to come and take Pansy, but her uncle wouldn’t do that. He’d yell at Ben and tell him he had no business raising his sister’s kids because he was doing it just for the money and he’d threaten to call the police and Ben would swear at him and finally Jake would leave. And then she’d get screamed at for the rest of the night, and if Adam tried to defend her he’d get locked in his room. It always went like that.

Except for the times when it was worse. The times Ben said he was calling the social worker.

Shivers snaked up her bare arms, and she wished she could close her ears the way she scrunched her eyes. She wished there was a remote to click off the stuff in her head. “Fear not. Fear not,” she whispered in Pansy’s ear. She’d heard once there were three hundred and sixty-five fear-not verses in the Bible.
One for every day of the year
. What was the one for today?

Taking a deep breath and pulling her shoulders back the way she did in ballet, she told the fear to leave. Jake would take the cat and Ben wouldn’t call the social worker. That’s how it would be this time. Pansy would be safe and Ben could use all the disgusting words in the dictionary and she wouldn’t care. She looked up at the clock with the butterflies painted on it and tried to see the minute hand under the cracked glass. She remembered the day Mom bought it.
Before Ben
. And she remembered the day Ben threw the phone at it.
After Mom
.

The memories in her head were sorted out like her scrapbook. Before Dad left. After Dad. Before Ben. After Ben. Before Mom died. After Mom. Some pages were black and white, some were colored and decorated with flowers and butterflies.

There hadn’t been color for a long time.

“This, too, shall pass.” She breathed Mom’s words into Pansy’s fur. She and Adam were survivors. That was something else her mother always said. The two of them together had weighed less than five pounds when they were born. Dad could hold one of them in each hand. There were pictures of Baby Girl Sutton and Baby Boy Sutton in clear plastic cribs with tubes taped to their mouths and noses. The doctors said Adam was a fighter and Alexis was stubborn. That’s why they survived. And they were still that way.

Staying in the afternoon shadows along the wall, Lexi slipped into the dining room and around the table. Dust filled the holes in Mom’s lace tablecloth. Tools and wires and pieces of metal covered the cloth. Computer guts, Adam called it. Ben said he was going to start a business fixing computers. Sure he was.

“Ten seconds and I’m breaking the window!” Ben pounded on the side window in the living room.

No you won’t
. He wouldn’t break anything he’d have to fix, because he never fixed anything.

Lexi snuck into the kitchen, praying Ben would stay where he was. He’d already tried the back door, but she’d gotten there before him. She was always faster than Fat Ben. If she could get to the garage without him seeing, she’d call Jake and tell him to meet her at Echo Park. Moving like a cat, with no more sound than Pansy’s paws made on grass, she grabbed her backpack off the table and darted out the door. Once outside, she ran like a track star, down the sidewalk and to the alley. The garage door was wide open.

Forcing her fingers not to shake, she punched in Jake’s number. He sounded more scared than she was when he answered. “Lex, you okay? Are the police there?”

“Not yet. I got another idea. Meet me by the lion at Echo.”

“No, Lex. Stay put until—”

“I’m on my way.” She tossed the phone behind a pile of flowerpots. Another one of Ben’s get-rich-quick schemes—
“Aloe plants. They’ll sell like hotcakes.”
She dumped her shoes and clothes behind the garbage cans and set her open pack on the floor. “Get in.”

Pansy obeyed. She loved bike rides. Weird cat. She didn’t know they were riding for her life. Lexi kissed the silky place between Pansy’s ears. “You’ll be okay.”

She was always faster than Fat Ben.

He didn’t have what it took to be a dad.

Jake’s hand cramped on the shift knob. Deciding at the last second not to challenge the grace of the yellow light, he mashed the brake pedal. His truck tires hit the crosswalk as the light changed.

Red lights. That’s what his life had turned into since his sister died. One long, exasperating stoplight after another.
Abigail, if you’re looking down on all this, you gotta know I’m trying
. But she couldn’t be watching. Tears weren’t allowed up there.

He stared at the Wendy’s sign. You C
AN
’
T
F
AKE
R
EAL
, it said. The slogan resonated in a deep place inside him. If only people came with labels declaring them real or artificial. His brother-in-law should have come with a warning on his bloated side:
People-using, cat-hating, toxic blob of humanity. Approach with caution
.

Or don’t approach at all. He’d tried to warn Abby, but she was lonely and exhausted from being both parents to two spitfire kids after their dad bailed. He’d tried to warn her about that first one, too:
immature, self-absorbed, irresponsible jerk
. “I sure know how to pick ’em,” she’d said the first time she landed in the hospital with a bleeding ulcer.

The red eye blinked green and he sped into town, keeping the needle a safe seven over the speed limit. He turned right into Echo Park and put the truck in neutral. He jumped out and sprinted over to the drinking fountain—a huge, openmouthed yellow lion. Water squirted from its tonsils when a little girl who looked to be about eight turned the handle.

If Lexi were still that age, he’d know how to deal with her. The little girl ran off and he leaned on the lion’s mane, remembering the scary thrill of sticking his head in that immense mouth when he was a kid. He’d never been too sure the thing wouldn’t come alive.

Shading his eyes, he scanned the sidewalk along Milwaukee Avenue until he saw her. Pedaling her little pink bike over the tracks and across the bridge with all she had in her, blond hair flapping on bare shoulders. She needed a bigger bike. So did Adam. They needed a lot of things he was ready, willing, but not able to provide. He waved and she smiled. Man, the girl was resilient.

“Jake! You gotta take Pansy.” She skidded to a stop on the blacktop, laid the bike down, and ran up the bank to him. “Ben threw her and kicked her and…” Skinny arms wrapped around his chest and he hugged her, and the cat.

“Did Ben follow you?”

“Are you kidding? He’s too slow.”

And you’re too cocky
. His greatest fear was that someday she wouldn’t outmaneuver Ben Madsen’s temper. “Tell me what happened.” He led her to a park bench facing the playground. She took off the backpack and sat down with it on her lap. Jake waited while she caught her breath.

“Ben was sleeping on the couch when I got home from track.” The cat’s head stuck out through an opening under the flap, and she nuzzled her face in the fur. “He locked Pansy outside. You know… how she…hates…” Her shoulders heaved, one hand rose to her chest and rubbed a spot just below her collarbone. “She must have heard me…come in…” Her breath rasped. The next one was clearly a struggle.

“Where’s your inhaler?” Jake took a deep breath, as if it could somehow get to her lungs.

“In my pack.” She fumbled the clasp on the flap, the wheezing getting louder with each inhale.

Jake grabbed the cat and shook the bag upside down. “Where?”

Green eyes widened. “I…dumped…” Shoulders rounded, cords standing out on her neck, she stood and quickly lowered her head. “Can you…take…me home?”

Eyes darting around the park, he stuffed the cat in the pack. Slinging it over his shoulder, he scooped up Lexi and ran to the truck. As he opened the passenger door, the train signal clanged. He whipped the seat belt across her. The skin around her mouth had a purple cast. “Hang on, baby. Try to relax.”

Lexi nodded. The rumble of a train muffled the clanging and doubled the distance he’d have to drive. He couldn’t chance taking her home. If she couldn’t find her inhaler, or it didn’t work fast enough…

Jake jumped in, started the truck, and did a U-turn, tires squealing. He glanced right when he got to the road, thinking for a fraction of a second about trying to beat the train. Gates lowered on his thought. Red lights flashed. He weaved between slowing cars and onto Bridge Street. Sunlight lasered an SOS through the spaces between boxcars. Through the open window, wheels clacked over the tracks. A shadow train barreled along the grass beside him. He ran a stoplight and sped onto the overpass then barely missed a car on Robert Street.
Lord…

He flipped open his phone, dialed 911, and asked them to call the ER at Aurora Memorial. His voice shook. He gave them Ben’s number.

Lexi grabbed his arm. “Take…me…home.” Her words were tight, faint. Her exhale whistled.

“No time.” As he closed in on the sign for Perkins Street, he glanced at Lexi. Looking straight ahead, white hands gripping the seat, spine hunched, she fought for every breath. Jake’s damp palms gripped the steering wheel. Pulse hammering in his throat, he zigzagged—Kane Street to Highland to Randolph. He took the back way in to the hospital, praying no one got in his way. He wove around cars and people in the parking lot and slammed the truck into neutral under red block letters. Unfastening Lexi’s seat belt, he slid her toward him.

The hospital doors opened automatically. He ran through the waiting area and was ushered through double doors and into the ER. He answered questions as he laid Lexi on a bed then kissed her forehead and stepped out of the way. She reached out for him. A man in blue scrubs tucked her hand back at her side. Jake moved around him. “I’m right here, Lex.”

“Pulse ox eighty-nine.”

“BP one-forty over eighty.”

A nurse put an oxygen mask over Lexi’s nose and mouth and explained they’d be giving her Albuterol through the mask. She lifted the tips of her stethoscope to her ears then stopped. “Are you her father?”

Not yet
. “I’m her uncle.”

The nurse nodded. “I’m going to start an IV on that side. Why don’t you come over here and hold her hand. Might calm her down a bit.” She smiled at Lexi. “You’re going to be just fine, Alexis. It’s scary, isn’t it?”

Lexi nodded. The weight of responsibility dropped from Jake’s shoulders. She was in good hands. She was going to be fine. He walked around the bed. Her fingers wrapped around his. “Is it getting any better?”

Her chest still heaved, but she nodded again.

“Good. I’ll stay right—”

“What happened?”

Ben Madsen lumbered through the curtain. His hair was greasy and he hadn’t shaved in days. He wore a faded yellow shirt unbuttoned over a stretched-out undershirt, baggy jeans belted under his enormous belly. Couch-potato poster boy. Sometimes stereotypes were the only thing that fit.

“She had an asthma attack.”

“She always has asthma attacks. She’s allergic to that blasted cat, and I’m forking over a hundred dollars a month for an inhaler. How’d she get here? Where was she? Little twit left the phone in the garage or I wouldn’t have gotten the call. She locked me out.”

The LPN looked up at Ben. One eyebrow rose and she shook her head. Jake wondered if she’d be allowed to testify in court. If that day ever came.

“Looks like she’s going to be just fine,” Jake said, keeping his voice steady and even.

Ben nodded, eyed the young nurse, and glared at Jake. “You can leave now.”

Lexi’s fingers tightened around his. He squeezed back. “I think I’ll stay awhile.”

“If you want to be useful, go pick up Adam at the library.” Beady eyes narrowed under scrubby eyebrows.

Useful. Steel fingers gripped the back of his neck. He didn’t trust himself to answer or even look in the face of the man who stood with his hands on the leather belt curling under the overhang of flesh. Kissing Lexi’s cheek, he whispered in her ear, “I’ll get Adam and we’ll both be back here in fifteen minutes. You’re going to be fine.”