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I said.
"Right. Like it will ever be all right. Come in. She's in her room staring at the ceiling and feeling stupid, I'm sure," she said. "I don't mean to sound hard and unfeeling," she added when she saw the expression on my face. "but when you do something like this, you should think about the people you are hurting beside yourself. I mean, like, this sort of thing doesn't help my father's career and doesn't make things easier for my mother or for me!"
All I could do was nod, thinking this was a home in which sympathy was a rare guest,
"You know where the room is. There's a new door-jamb," she made sure to tell me as I headed for it. Then she returned to her own room.
I knocked on Autumn's door. Who is it?" I heard.
"It's me. Grace," I said. I held my breath when there was a long pause. Would she refuse to see me? A part of me hoped so. I looked back to see if Caitlin was watching, but there was no one in the hallway, and the house was quiet. I wondered where her mother was and how she was able to take all this sadness.
"Come in," Autumn finally said.
Just as Caitlin had described, she was in her bed. I saw the television remote by her side, but the television was not turned on.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Fine," she replied, as if she had suffered nothing more than a bad cold. She sat forward quickly. "What do you think of the school? Who did you make friends with? Did you see Trent Ralston? Don't you think he's good-looking? Who's your favorite teacher? I like Madeo. He is so dramatic in English class, right? Oh, and don't you just hate Mrs. Couter, the principal? Everyone calls her Mrs. Cooties. right?
"Well?" she concluded, finally taking a breath.
"I don't know what to answer first." I said. laughing.
She scrunched her nose and pulled in her lips. "Are they talking about me? I bet Wendi is. and Penny, right?"
"No, not really." I said. She looked skeptical. Then she looked down at the bed and turned her hands palms up. Her wrists were still bandaged. "It's more my mother's fault anyway," she said.
Your mother's fault? Why?"
"She had to go and tell Claudia Spencer, the base big mouth. She just had to confide in someone: she just had to. It was festering inside her like a big boil in her heart. That's what she told me. Would your mother do that? Well, would she?"
I shook my head,
"I don't know." I said.
"Yes, you do." She flopped back against her pillow. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not going back to that school. They are talking about sending me someplace else."
"Where?"
"A private place for disturbed teenagers like me." she replied. "I don't care. I'll miss Trent, though, even though he doesn't even know I exist."
"Maybe they won't send you away. Maybe you'll get better and you will return to our school," I said.
She looked like a deflated balloon that needed hope blown into her. She pressed her lips together and then slid down farther in her bed and looked up at the ceiling.
"I bet you want me to tell you about it, don't you?"
"About what?"
"About how I got pregnant. silly."
I shook my head. "No, you don't have to do that. I don't really want to know."
'Yes, you do. That's all anyone wants to know. How could I have let this happen?"
She stared at me a moment and then sat up and nodded at the wall on her left.
"My sister, especially, asks that, my perfect sister who was prom queen and who has never done anything wrong her whole life. She's the perfect student with the perfect boyfriend.
"And I know my father hates me, hates me and wishes I was never born."
"I'm sure that's not true. Autumn," I said.
"How can you be so sure? You just met us." she fired back at me.
Her hopping from one mood to another and then back again was a little frightening. but I didn't flinch.
"A father can't hate his own child, his own daughter," I said. I meant it I couldn't imagine my father ever wishing I wasn't born,
"A naval officer father can," she insisted, ''He would throw me overboard if he could."
I started to smile, but she turned