my backpack to print the statistics. The librarian looks hard at the copy before she hands it across the desk and frowns at me. I canât decide if itâs because she doesnât approve of the subject matter or thatâs just her normal sunny treatment of strangers.
As I drive home, I wonder why the hell nobodyâs worried about the water. Itâs bright freaking orangeânot like any rust Iâve ever seen. But Granny said the county tested it and found it safe. And numbers donât lie. But after what Iâve read ⦠Iâm just not sure.
I slow down and take a right onto Oak Street. Itâs March already but half-frozen drizzle is clicking against the windshield. Even with the heater going full blast, thereâs a chill in the car that keeps my teeth chattering. Winter and spring seem to be battling it out. Today, winter is kicking springâs butt.
Thereâs a girl walking across the Kroger parking lot as I drive past, and it takes me a second to realize itâs Ashleigh. It takes me another five seconds to work up the guts to turn in. I pull up in front of her and roll down the squeaky window.
She pulls out an earbud and frowns at the car. âNice ride.â
I stare at the three heavy bags of groceries sheâs hauling on foot. âYeah, you too.â At least I have a ride.
She shifts them to her other hand. âWhat do you want?â
What I really want is not to be talking to her at all. Iâd love for there not to be a reason I need her input, but I do. âThe water,â I say. âWhat do you know?â
I canât see her face in the shadow of her raincoat hood, and for a minute, she says nothing. But her mouth is moving, like sheâs chewing her words before she spits them out.
âWhy?â she says at last.
I donât want to tell her Grannyâs sick. Itâs none of her business and I donât need sympathy. I just need information. âYou keep talking about it like itâs poison. Iâm just wondering if I should drink it or not.â
âYes, you should.â She plugs the earbud back into her ear. âAbsolutely. Drink lots.â She walks around the back of the car and heads for the sidewalk.
That went well. I turn off the ignition and climb out of the car as fast as the thousand-foot-wide door will let me. âWait. Ashleigh, wait.â
She stops but doesnât turn.
âLook, let me give you a ride home,â I say. âWe can talk.â
âIâd rather walk,â she says over her shoulder. âOn hot coals.â
But she isnât walking. Sheâs standing in the rain, waiting. For something.
I cross over and stand in front of her. Now Iâm chewing my words. How much does she know? And how much do I need her?
âMy granny might be sick,â I say. âI need to know about the water.â
Her face softens a little, like I saw at church. She hands me one of the bags and heads for the car. âDonât think this makes us friends.â
I swallow some unchewed words and follow her. Ashleighâs tugging on the passenger door handle. âYou have to yank it,â I say. âUnless you want to ride in the back.â
âFunny.â
Iâm pulling back onto the street when Ashleigh says, âIâm sorry about your granny.â Sheâs staring out the passenger window. âI like her a lot.â
âThanks.â
âMy granddaddyâs sick too.â
âWhatâs wrong with him?â
âGallbladder.â
âIâm sorry.â I feel like I ought to leave it there, to be polite, but I need to know. âWas it the water?â
She shrugs.
âDo you know anything about it?â
âItâs orange.â
I snort. âYeah, no shit.â
Her baby doe eyes go all death glare. âWhyâre you such a bitch?â
âMe? Youâve been on full snark since the minute I met