snickered and tossed his rolled-up napkin at Danielle.
âHa, ha, Cliff.â Danielle caught the napkin, jumped up from the table, and stuffed it down the back of her brotherâs T-shirt.
âYou jerk!â he cried. He reached behind himself and struggled to pull the napkin out.
Aunt Margaret pulled it out for him. âCliffâout!â she ordered, rolling her eyes at Danielle. âGo out in the yard and work off some of that energy while I talk to your sister.â
âThereâs nothing to do out there,â Cliff complained.
Aunt Margaret sighed. âCliff, you built a fort out of cardboard boxes yesterday. Donât tell me youâre tired of it already.â
âOh, rightâthe fort,â Cliff remembered. âOkay. Iâm outta here.â He dashed out the back door, making machine-gun noises as he left.
Danielle stacked their lunch plates and carried them to the dishwasher. It felt good to be back in her own house, especially the kitchen. She loved the big square room with its cream-tiled floor, round oak table, and hanging plants in the window over the sink.
âNow,â Aunt Margaret coaxed, pouring herself a cup of coffee. âTell me whatâs troubling you.â
Danielle poured soap powder into the dishwasher.âIâve just been feeling so strange,â she replied. âAnd I keep having these horrible fantasiesâpeople fighting, tearing each other to bits. Dying!â
She slammed the dishwasher closed and turned it on. âI love being in the band, and I hate to let the others down. But maybe I should quit.â
Aunt Margaret raised a heavily penciled eyebrow. âYouâre not a quitter, Danielle.â
âI know!â Danielle cried. âBut I keep thinking if I went to college now, instead of next year, then maybe things would change.â
Aunt Margaret blew on her coffee and took a sip. A film of bright red lipstick came off on the cup. âHereâs what I think,â she announced. âYou should take it easy for a while. Whenâs your next show?â
âIn a couple of days.â
âGood. Then youâll have some time to clear your mind,â Aunt Margaret declared. âOf course, youâll have to rehearse. But no traveling. So do some shopping, go to the movies, sleep till noon if you want. Then see how you feel.â
âI already know how I feel!â Danielle exclaimed. âScared. No, not scaredâterrified! Aunt Margaret, these fantasies keep getting more and more violent. And I keep thinking about Mom and Dad. A lot.â
âDidnât Dr. Moore say that was to be expected?â Aunt Margaret asked. âThat it would take time to get over what happened?â
âYeah, but itâs taking too much time,â Danielle insisted. âI donât just miss them, Aunt Margaret. Icould stand that, I guess. But I keep seeing themâpicturing the car flying off the cliff. Why? Why canât I get it out of my mind?â
Aunt Margaret frowned sadly and shook her head.
âTell me again about the accident,â Danielle begged. âI want to know exactly what happened. I want to know every single detail. Maybe I need to keep hearing about it until Iâm sick of it or something.â
Aunt Margaret clicked her tongue. âIt isnât good to keep dwelling on these things.â
âButââ
âNo buts.â Aunt Margaret crossed to Danielle and put her arm around her. âIâm no expert, but I simply canât believe that hearing about your parentsâ accident over and over again is going to help you one bit.â
Was she right? Danielle wondered. Maybe. But not hearing about the accident wasnât helping, either. She couldnât stop thinking about it, no matter how hard she tried.
âOh, look at the time!â Aunt Margaret exclaimed. âIâve got laundry to fold and errands to run, and itâs
Landon Dixon, Giselle Renarde, Beverly Langland