Hazel"s eyes darted to the window. Her heart plummeted, and her feathers fell away.
She could be such a baby sometimes.
Chapter Nine.
Sleigh Ride
Jack and the white witch took off in the sleigh, and in the blink of an eye they were in the woods behind the sledding hill. Jack had been in these woods many times, but they had never been like this. These woods seemed as if they must have been there since the beginning of time. Trees stretched up into the darkening sky like yearning giants, their thick branches contorted and mean from reaching out for something they could never grasp. Snow lay heavily on the branches like shrouds. The bloated moon lurked above the tangled ma.s.s of branches.
The wind sang softly to him, like a whispered lullaby. He thought he heard it carrying his name from somewhere in the far distance, as if an echo from a memory. And then it was gone.
The witch held the reins, steering the sled surely through the trees as if they were no obstacle at all, as if they were not even there. And Jack saw that the creatures pulling the sleigh were not winged horses at all, but a pack of horse-size white wolves with fur that glimmered in the moonlight. They bolted ahead, sleek and sure, and their energy made the sleigh feel alive. Jack could hear the steady panting of the wolves as their breath echoed in their chests. It was the only sound that accompanied the distant lullaby of the wind, and it made it seem as if the whole forest was breathing.
The witch looked ahead. He wanted to say something to her, to tell her something so she would know she had made a good choice in him.
"I can do numbers in my head," he said.
"Can you, now?"
"Even fractions."
"My," she said.
"I know the stats for all the batting t.i.tle winners. I know the populations of Minneapolis and St. Paul. I can convert centimeters into inches. I can do word problems-ask me anything."
His words sounded foolish to his own ears. He was not impressive. He was small like the world.
"I feel like I"m forgetting something," he said. "Do you think my mom is worried?"
The witch looked down at him and smiled, and he knew he would do anything to earn that smile. "No. You don"t have to worry about her anymore."
"And my friends?"
"They will be fine without you," she said.
"I think I"m cold."
"My poor boy," she said. "Come here." In a swift motion she tucked him into her furs, and it was like being wrapped in snow. He could not tell if he was warmer or if he just didn"t notice the cold as much, but it did not matter. She was taking care of him, even though he was nothing. And she was happy, too-she laughed and kissed his forehead like his mother used to do when she tucked him in at night. It had been a long time since she had done that.
When her lips touched his skin, he sucked in an involuntary, desperate breath and a weight slammed into his chest. His body seized up as a great shudder overtook him, and somewhere in his young mind he knew it was like death.
And then in a blink everything at his center was at peace, and he could not remember if any of it had happened at all. It would have been a strange thing to happen. He smiled at the witch, who ran a cool hand across his cheek and gave him one more kiss.
"Now you may have no more kisses," the witch said, "or I"ll kiss you to death!"
And they drove on. He felt the cold less and less, and everything else, too. He did not know if they were still in the forest or flying through the sky. They were both, somehow. He remembered, distantly, the life he had before this. It seemed a funny sort of thing, like a joke with a forgotten punch line.
By the time they came to her palace, he felt nothing at all.
Chapter Ten.
Slush
Hazel spent the rest of the weekend glancing out the window, but she never saw any signs of life at Jack"s house. His mother always kept the shades drawn now, so Hazel could see nothing inside. She never heard his garage door open or the car go out. The house seemed as dark and closed up as Jack was.
When Hazel woke up on Monday morning, dread slammed into her like a oncoming truck. She did not want to go to school. She considered pretending to be sick, but her mom would never buy it. Hazel could see the whole conversation play out in her head-I know it"s hard, honey, but sometimes we have to do hard things in life. Even if she were actually sick, her mother wouldn"t believe her. She could be seriously ill, she could be doubled over with an exploded appendix, and her mother would say that sometimes we have to do hard things in life and that she had to face Jack eventually anyway, so she might as well do it with an exploded appendix.
At least Jack wasn"t in her cla.s.s. What seemed a tragedy in the beginning of the year was now a blessing. She would just go through the rest of the year not talking to anyone. She could read during recess, that would be okay. She had a lot of books to read. It would just be like she was a leper, and leprosy really wasn"t so bad once you made it part of your routine.
She couldn"t get out of school, but there was one thing she absolutely could not face this morning. So as soon as her mother entered the kitchen that morning, Hazel asked: "Mom? Will you drive me to school today?"
"Why? . . . Oh." Her face fell. "Honey, I just can"t. I"m so sorry, I have a call." She squeezed Hazel"s shoulder. "I know it"s going to be hard, but you have to face Jack sometime. It might as well be today. And . . . you can sit with someone else on the bus! You can show him you don"t need him."
Hazel did not understand. Her mom kept going on and on about how this kind of thing happens all the time. But apparently it had never happened to her.
"Okay. Thanks, Mom."
So Hazel lingered by the front door as long as she possibly could, then, after some nudging from her mother, trudged out to the bus stop. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she pa.s.sed Jack"s house. A wraith struck her with its death-touched blade and the poison caused her heart to go cold. She could feel nothing, and above all she absolutely could not cry. She could not cry.
It had gotten warmer overnight. The street was shiny and cars kicked up chunks of gray muck. The snow was half-slush, and what had been pristine and white was now slimy and depressing.
She approached the bus stop with her eyes focused on the ground ahead of her, because footprints were very interesting and should be studied closely. But Jack wasn"t there. The Revere twins stood alone together, poking each other as usual. Hazel moved to the edge of the sidewalk and concentrated on the odd effects of her wraith-poisoned heart.
Hazel waited for the crunch-slosh of Jack"s approach, marveling at the coldness at her center. And the bright yellow bus came around the corner, and Jack still had not come. She could not help looking down the street to see if his blue-clad form was running toward them, but there was no one there.
"Where"s Tweedledum?" asked the bus driver as she walked on.
"I don"t know," she replied.
Hazel went back and sat in her seat in the middle of the bus and got out her book.
Maybe he didn"t want to see her, either.
Having a cloud of venomous coldness where her heart used to be changed everything for Hazel. When she walked into Mrs. Jacobs"s cla.s.s she surveyed her fellow students with impa.s.sive interest. Her eyes fell on Tyler and Bobby, and she did not blush and turn away or menace them with school supplies. She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her.
Bobby was smirking at her, she noted, and she deduced that it was a smirk of victory. And Tyler-Tyler had another expression on his face altogether. He was staring at her intently, his brown eyes wide, his eyebrows locked, his lips smooshed together. He looked like he was trying to decide something, and the process was a bit painful.
Hazel c.o.c.ked her head at him quizzically. He sighed, shook his head slightly, and turned back to Bobby.
She had no trouble paying attention to Mrs. Jacobs that morning. Her eyes never wandered out the window to the slushy world beyond. Everything the teacher said seemed to make sense and be very relevant to the world around her-sentences needed to be diagrammed and fractions must be multiplied and the mysteries of the earth could be explained by an endless cycle of evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. School was very easy, it turned out, if you just disconnected your heart.
The clock ticked on dispa.s.sionately. When it was time for recess Hazel got up slowly and carefully put on her outdoor things and filed out in an orderly fashion with the rest of her cla.s.s. She took up position in a discrete corner of the playground, which she calculated was the best place to observe the door without being seen.
The big slide looked lonely, she noted.
She watched Mr. Williams"s cla.s.s file out of the school, looking for Jack"s form. She would see where he went, and then go the opposite direction. It was a good plan, the sort of plan you can make when you are thinking with your head and not your dissolved heart. That is the thing with curses-they seem like a bad thing at first, but then sometimes you realize you can"t live without them.
And then the whole cla.s.s was out, and Jack wasn"t there. How curious, Hazel thought. How odd. The facts, as Hazel had observed them, were that Jack was not on the bus, was not at his desk, and was not at recess. The logical conclusion was that Jack was not in school today.
Hazel"s eyes traveled across the playground and landed on the crew of boys. They were already running around, pushing each other into the slush. All except one-Tyler was staring at the quiet doorway, just as she had been.
His head turned slowly and his eyes met hers. He looked at her for three blinks, and then turned away.
Curious.
At lunch, Hazel sat in a corner, stirring her macaroni and cheese with her fork and studying the people around her. They had a tendency to congregate in pairs and groups. For instance, at the next table over from her sat Molly and Susan, whispering to each other and giggling. They were two, like Hazel and Jack used to be. At the other end of the table was a trio of fourth-grade girls-one in orange, one in green, one in yellow, like the vegetable medley on their trays. They were three, and Hazel wondered what would happen if a big hand came and plucked one of them away. Would the other two be able to go on as before, nodding every once in a while to the ghost of the third, or would the sudden change in gravity cause the other two to just float away?
"Hazel?"
Hazel turned around. Mikaela was standing behind her, holding her tray. Her Jell-O cubes quivered uncertainly.
"Yes?" Hazel responded, in the way that you do.
"Um"-Mikaela looked around-"Jack"s not here today?"
Ah. Mikaela had not taken the time to observe the facts. This is the sort of thing that leads to stupid questions. "No, he"s not."
She frowned. "I didn"t think so. Is he okay?"
Hazel frowned back. "I really don"t know," she said. "I don"t have the information."
"Oh," said Mikaela. "Because it seemed like he really got hurt on Friday."
"It did," agreed Hazel.
"Well, um, I hope he"s okay."
Hazel blinked. It occurred to her that Mikaela was being nice to her. She did not know how to react, for when your heart has been poisoned and someone picks a dandelion for you-because it is bright and yellow and you seem like you could use something like that-all you can do is contemplate the funny ways of weeds.
Mikaela glanced at the empty seat next to Hazel, then at Hazel. The Jell-O jiggled. "Can I sit with you?"
"Oh. Sure."
Mikaela put her tray down and settled in next to her. She did not stick green beans in her nose as Jack would have done, but Hazel did not really expect her to.
"I guess they"re friends again," she said, pointing to Molly and Susan.
"That"s what the facts seem to indicate," Hazel said.
Mikaela blinked at her, and then looked back at the other table. "It"s hard to keep track sometimes."
Hazel nodded, as if she knew what the girl meant.
Mikaela asked a few more questions about Jack and Hazel responded, as people do. There was a boyish yelping from a few tables away, and Mikaela"s eyes darted over there and then back. Hazel"s eyes followed. Mikaela saw and leaned into Hazel.
"You know Bobby"s a jerk, right?"
She looked like she wanted an answer, and so Hazel nodded. She did know. The facts indicated that, too.
"You shouldn"t listen to him. I mean, what he said yesterday. You know."
Hazel knew.
"It"s funny. We used to play all the time together, like in kindergarten and stuff."
"Oh," said Hazel. "What happened?"
Mikaela tilted her head for a moment and then shrugged. "I"m not sure."
Just then Susan"s voice called Mikaela"s name from the next table. Hazel watched as Mikaela looked up.
Susan beckoned. "Come eat with us!"
Mikaela blinked at her and looked at Hazel.
"It"s okay," said Hazel. "I was just about finished."
"Okay. "Bye, Hazel."
"Good-bye."
Mikaela got up and moved over to join Susan and Molly. The two became three, and Hazel carefully studied the shift in gravity.
When she got back to her cla.s.sroom, Mrs. Jacobs stopped her. "The counselor"s office sent up a note," she said. "You have an appointment tomorrow morning, during recess."