didnât mean to hurt your feelingsâsheâs very sensitive, isnât she, Alex?â And I said she hadnât hurt my feelings and Alex said no, I wasnât very sensitive, so of course then Phoebeâs saying, âIs she
in
sensitive, Alex? Is that why sheâs able to leave you all summer?ââ
I was getting mad, the way my child had been manipulated.
âSo first she stops at Krogerâs to get the ingredients to her âGrandpop DeWittâs Power Punch.â Itâs like her favorite beverage and this is what it is, Dad, youâre not going to believe this. Itâs lime sherbet, three packets of grape Kool-Aid, and ginger ale. You put everything in a blender. We get to her house and she makes this famous âpower punchââitâs supposed to have vodka, too, but no we didnât, you should see your face, Dadâand it is disgusting and I donât see how vodka would make it any betterânot that Iâd know, Dad, so relax.â
I had swung my legs off the bed. âAre you telling me Phoebe drinks?â I know teenagers drink. But the girl had my daughter in the car.
âIâm telling you that according to Phoebe, when Grandpop DeWitt makes his power punch, he puts vodka in it. Thatâs what Phoebe says. So maybe thatâs true and maybe itâs a lie, how am I going to know?
âThen Phoebeâs stepmom comes into the kitchen and sees the glasses of power punch, and she sees the sherbet container and the empty Kool-Aid packets on the cabinet, and she slaps her chest and staggers back like sheâs having a heart attack and she says, âYou have broken a hard-and-fast.â You would have thought sheâd found us cooking meth in her kitchen. She goes running out screaming for Phoebeâs dad and I grabbed a paper towel and I swept the whole mess into the garbage can. Phoebe said to leave itâher stepmom was always on about something, but Alex helped me and we had the countertops scrubbed and the blender rinsed and draining before her stepmom got back dragging her dad to see what weâd done, not that weâd done anything. Alex and I couldnât even drink the stuff, ours went in the sink, but Phoebe sucked it down like it was a Vanilla Frappuccino after a day in the desert. My mouth was practically black from the one swallow I took.â Jo gave a shiver of distaste. I knew the shiver was for the drink but I got up and draped her quilt over her shoulders. She was still damp with sweat and the air conditioner was on.
âHer dad gets her stepmom calmed down, he says, âWeâve got an audience here, Liz,â meaning me and Alex, because, yeah, embarrassing. Turns out Liz is way diabetic so she doesnât keep sweets in the house. Thatâs what the Kool-Aid and sherbet fit was over, which, okay, I get that but then she also adds that she doesnât want obese children. She said that right out. I donât want obese children either, but I donât go around saying, âI
donât
want
obese children
!ââ
That last was done in a dead-on mimicry of Lizabeth, complete with hands on hips and head cocked.
âAnd then. Then Phoebe takes us up to her room, and gives Alex the whole âStory of Phoebeâs Tragic Life,â which Iâve heard before, twice, and she was all serious and crying and we were holding her hands because even though I
hate
Phoebe Pickersley, I wish she were
dead
ââ
I was off of that bed in a flash, âJo!â
âYou know what, Dad? Mrs. Thompson says I have a right to my feelings.â
âNot those feelings, you donât. Not ever. Donât you ever let me hear that kind of hatefulness coming from one of my girls. Youâre working for the wrong side when you talk that way. I mean it.â Jo had shocked me. There are lines we canât cross when we choose our roadâJo had crossed one.
Jo hid her face behind