to me , Heyâ
Everything was âtoo real.â
She clicked off the aids. Her ear canals open, the sound didnât cut out.
No more silky silence.
Everything far away but not far away enough. Unclear.
She felt naked. She cupped her ears.
Fatima nudged her. âNo?â
Mik put her old aids back in. âWhyâd she make me do this? Wasting all that money.â
âMaybe you will try again later.â
âMaybe not.â
Fatima nodded. âRegardless of whether you wear the new aids or donât?â
âYeah?â
âLove Mom.â
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DOC LIED, Mik signed. THEYâRE UNCOMFORTABLE.
âWhat?â Mom said.
Mik hung the dishtowel and went into her room. She pulled out her sketchbook and the new pen. She didnât care that Mom followed and watched her from the door.
âMika, you just have to get used to them. Can you at least take the old ones out of your ears?â
â Mom , just . . . Can you leave me alone? Please, okay?â
Mom nodded. âI just want you to know, you hurt me, girlfriend.â
âIt has to be my decisionââ
âNot that. Yâall do what you want with the aids. But the fact that you didnât wait for me to be here with you when you turned them on? After all that time, the two of us working to get you to this point? All those hours Iâm double-shifting, Mika? The years ? How could you do that to me?â Mom left.
Mik followed her to her bedroom, knocked. She tried the door, locked.
chapter 25
JIMMI
Jimmiâs cave, Tuesday, eight days before the hanging, 11:00 p.m. . . .
He was having a full-blown conversation with himself. âYou wonât. I will . You ainât got the heart. I wonât in a second.â
He put the gun to his heart, pulled the trigger, click .
Heâd been doing this on and off for the last day, rehearsal for the real deal.
Heâd seen friends and enemies do it overseas. The rope and knife left grimaces on the corpses. The gun left no sign of regret. He slipped a bullet into the chamber and put the gun to his temple. He asked God to send him a sign about whether or not to snap the trigger. None came.
He cocked the hammer, clamped his eyes, said, âIf a better world than this.â He tried to see that world. He couldnât. Instead he sensed what a blindworm must feel when it digs too deep: gritty dark.
In that dark came a flash of Joe Knows, a scrap of memory: Joe laughing the time Jimmi brought him a cake for his birthday.
Jimmi put the gun down. He had to do one last thing for Joe.
chapter 26
FATIMA
McDonaldâs, Wednesday, seven days before the hanging, 4:00 p.m. . . .
While Mik was in the bathroom Fatima studied a free Spanish paper. Articles were translated into English on the opposite page. Fatima taught herself the language as she hunted for news from the east. Word of Africaâs troubles had dropped from print for the most part, at least from the rag Fatima sold, but sometimes El DÃa covered world events.
Not today.
Mik came back. Fatima showed her how to make a dog out of a burger wrapper. This would be todayâs lesson at the VA. YOU WILL LEAD THE CLASS? Fatima signed.
NEXT TIME.
âYou have been saying ânext timeâ many times now. But no pressure.â
âNo, never.â Mik squinted. âThat dude at the hospital, the head volunteer guy, he kind of creeps me out.â
âWhy?â
âYou donât worry heâll rat you out?â
âNever. He is, how you say, off the hook cool.â
ââOff the hook,â huh?â
âI am becoming very down with it. Now you must punch my knuckles.â
Mik bumped her.
Two cops came in. One checked out Fatimaâs headscarf. He looked away to the dollar menu, no big deal. Still, Fatima said, âWe should get to the hospital.â
Outside, Mik said, âLetâs check with Jimmiâs boss to see if he came back to
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