you.â
âSo? Am I supposed to fall down at your feet and declare my BFF-ness just âcause youâre new?â
âNo, but you could at least be polite. Or if thatâs too hard, just try for something below raging hag.â
âRight. âCause youâre from somewhere else and therefore deserve my best behavior.â
Sheâs back to staring out the passenger window. Weâre nearing the edge of town and I realize I have no idea where Iâm going.
âWhere do you live anyway?â
âTurn left up there,â she says. âItâs a half mile past the concrete plant.â
We ride in silence as the wet trees and dripping rocks roll by. The heater isnât doing a thing to alleviate the chill in the car, though now I donât think itâs actually weather related.
âLook,â I say. âEverything Iâve read says mountaintop removal mining causes all kinds of health problemsâlung problems, tumors, brain cancer, emphysema.â I pause for effect. âGallbladder problems.â
âAnd?â
â And? What do you mean, and? If thatâs the case, we need to let people know.â
âYou think it matters if people know?â
âAre you on crack? If people know, theyâll stop drinking the water. And Peabody will stop mining. And they can fix this mess, so no one else gets sick.â I realize about halfway through my soliloquy that I sound like MFM. It makes me itch, like I have mosquito bites all over the inside of my skin.
âPull over,â Ashleigh says.
âHere?â We just passed the concrete plant and thereâs not a driveway in sight.
âHere,â she says. âRight now.â
I slow the car down and pull off on the narrow gravel shoulder. She grabs her bags and uses her shoulder to bang open the door. The rain is coming down steady now, filling the ditches on each side of the road.
âWhat is your freaking problem?â
She ignores me and tries to get her bags balanced while not slipping in the mud.
âYouâre going to get hypothermia,â I say, half hoping she does. It would serve her right.
She leans down before closing the door. âHereâs the thing, Erin Brockovich. You donât understand anything about this town. You come waltzinâ in here, trying to save us like weâre a third-world country or something.â
âIâm just trying to help.â
âWhy? You think weâre too stupid to notice the waterâs orange? Too ignorant to know mines can be dangerous? Did it occur to you there might be a reason nobody says anything?â
My eyes blink while I try to make sense of that. âWhat possible reason could there be not to do anything about poisoned water?â
âItâs complicated. Weâre not just a cage full of lab rats. And FYI? You should be a lot more careful who you talk to about Peabody Mining.â
âReally? Why is that?â
âRobert Peabodyâs my uncle, dumbass.â She slams the door and starts walking.
Oh.
Shit.
Eleven
I make a clumsy U-turn in the middle of the road and head up the hill. Thereâs no way I could have known Ashleigh was related to Peabody, but I still feel really, really stupid. Halfway home, I pull off at an overlook where I know I can get a cell signal and dial Iris.
âHey, itâs Liberty.â I feel like I need a friend right now, and Iris is an excellent sympathizer. Unfortunately, sheâs not picking up.
âCall me when you can.â I end the call and then click over to my text messages. One from Iris earlierâjazzing about some internship she applied for. Then I check my email though Iâm not sure why. The only person who ever emails me is MFM. Sure enough, thereâs a new message. This one with the subject line âProgress.â I delete it without reading. I donât care how much closer she is to being declared guilty or