cafeteria.
“Hey Miranda, so Wyatt’s not upset about Leif so much now,” I coaxed, waiting to see how she responded.
Miranda peered back over her shoulder, “Who?”
Mom wasn’t home. Fantastic. I was alone. I closed the door behind me and scanned the kitchen to see if there were any unwanted visitors either floating around or, in Leif’s case, walking around. The coast seemed clear but that didn’t calm my nerves much. I dropped my bag on the table and walked over to the fridge to get a drink and make myself a sandwich.
A taco salad complete with a crispy tortilla bowl was wrapped up with a sticky note on top.
Gone out with Roger. Be back late. I ordered your favorite from Los Tacos. Enjoy.
Love you,
Mom
Add this to the fact that she’d left me at home alone and I could kiss her face. I was starving after nothing but a roll for lunch. I’d tutored two freshmen after school and there had been no time for eating then. Now it was after six and I swear my big intestines were eating my little intestines. I needed food. Grabbing the salad and a can of soda I headed for the living room. After hearing Miranda talk about this week’s Pretty Little Liars , I wanted to watch it myself.
Sinking down onto the couch with my meal I tucked my feet up under me and turned on the television. Thanks to good ‘ol Roger, my mom’s boyfriend, we had ourselves a nice new sixty-two inch flat screen on the wall. Roger was the district manager over the Best Buys in this area so he got killer deals. I’d already dropped the hint I was in the market for a new laptop. My old one was headed to the grave yard fast.
“Pagan.”
Screaming, I dropped my fork and scanned the room for the owner of that voice.
Leif stood just inside the doorway leading into the kitchen. He didn’t look ghostly or freaky. He just looked like Leif. Except he was in my house. Uninvited. And he didn’t have a soul.
“Pagan,” he repeated.
I opened my mouth to asked him what the heck when he disappeared in front of me as Gee came storming in the door like she was on the warpath.
“Where is he? Where’s that little shit at? I felt him. Now WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”
I watched as Gee scanned the living room and stalked into the kitchen. “He’s gone. Freaking coward,” she said out loud as she stormed up the steps.
I sat frozen waiting for Gee to calm down and come back into the room. I was still reeling over Leif being in my house and Gee was yelling curse words while she searched every corner.
“You okay?” she asked once she walked back into the room. I tried to nod but I couldn’t manage. Instead, I forced a “mmm” out of my throat. My heart was still racing so fast it felt as if it was going to beat through my chest.
“Deep breaths, Peggy Ann. Take deep breaths. Don’t get his majesty over here raining down hell on all who get in his path because his girl is scared shitless.”
Her colorful vocabulary caused a giggle to erupt and I was able to take the deep breath she suggested.
“There we go. Good girl,” she affirmed with a satisfied smile and sank down on the sofa beside me.
I stared down at the salad in my lap trying to work through my head the fact that Leif had been in my house. He’d just appeared out of nowhere. Had it been something else that looked like Leif? He’d sure sounded like Leif.
“You gonna eat that?” Her question sounded more like a demand as she motioned to the salad bowl that had miraculously not been spilled all over the floor during the drama.
I needed to eat it. I hadn’t eaten all day but the hunger was gone. Now I felt slightly ill.
“That was Leif, right?” I asked turning my head so I could see her face.
“Yep. Little shit. Showing up like a damn coward and scaring you like that. Ain’t so sweet now, is he?”
I glanced back over to where he’d been standing. He hadn’t looked scary. He had looked worried. Or maybe guilty.
“Dank’s gonna get this all worked out. Stop