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after that. I wanted to invite him to mine, but my adopted mother did not like the idea of my having friends over. It would be years before she relented, and only after the Doctor assured her they wouldn't be tracking in any dirt or touching any of her expensive things. When I did have friends over. I always thought of areas of the house as having invisible tape roping them off We could look into the rooms, but not set foot in them. I was sure my friends never felt half as comfortable as I did at Scott's or at their houses. and I understood why coming to my house was not something they were eager to do.
About a year after I had met Scott's mother, she died. I knew she had been taken to the hospital. During those days and weeks, he became a very withdrawn person. barely saying anything to anyone but me. Our teachers knew of the difficulties he and his father were facing, and they didn't call upon him or pressure him in class.
The day I heard his mother had died. I rode my bike to his house. Some of his father's and his mother's relatives had already arrived and were setting up food and preparing for the funeral. Scott had closed himself in his room. His father was happy I had come and hoped I would be able to bring him out. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. The only death in our family I knew about was the Doctor's uncle, his father's brother. and I had seen him only once. He was in his late eighties when he died, and there wasn't much if any grief in anyone's face at the funeral, especially not my adaptive mother's face.
This was far different, of course. I knocked on his door and waited after I called to him, but he didn't respond. I was undecided about what to do. Should I continue to knock or should I try the door to see if it was unlocked?
"I just want to tell you how sorry I am. Scott," I said to the closed door.
I was about to turn and walk away when it opened. It seemed to open by itself. because he wasn't standing there.. I walked in and saw he had gone back to his bed, where he was sprawled on his back, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were red, but there were no tears.
"Are you all right?" I asked him.
"No," he said.
"Your father is worried about you," I told him. He raised his head and glared furiously at me.
"He told me he wasn't going to let her die. He told me. He promised!" he cried.
"I'm sure he did all he could do." I said softly. "It wasn't enough. He shouldn't have promised."
"He probably didn't want you to worry." I offered.
Scott glared back at me as if I was part of some horrible betrayal,
"'We don't lie to each other in this house. remember?"
"I don't think it was meant to be a lie," I said.
"Well, it was!" he shouted, "It was!"
I looked down. His face was burning with so much fury, it was painful to look at him, and even frightening.
"I wasn't supposed to have a mother." he declared, "She shouldn't have adopted me. I was supposed to be an orphan. My father will die, too," he concluded.
I started to shake my head,
"It's true. It's the same for you," he snapped. "You'll see. We're not supposed to have a family. Ask your father. Ask your father to send you back to your real mother and see what he says. He'll tell you she's either dead or she doesn't want you."
I bit down on my lower lip. He was bringing tears to my eyes. His words were like little knives scratching and cutting into my heart.
I started to shake my head and he jumped up, seized my hand, and pulled me out of his room,
"Come on," he said, leading me down the stairs.
Relatives started toward him, but he ignored them all and charged along the hallway. I followed behind. confused, but afraid to stop. He led me past the kitchen and down to the train room, where he threw the door open and then stepped back. I looked at him, confused, and then I looked through the doorway and my heart stopped.
The little city was wrecked, the houses smashed and thrown about. Railroad cars were crushed as well. It was as if a bomb had fallen on the