She continued talking, but I didn't hear it because all I could think was, What's wrong with her? If she was at Lyle House, there was something wrong with her. Some “mental condition. ”
She didn't look crazy. Her long hair was brushed into a gleaming ponytail. She wore Guess jeans and a Gap T-?shirt. If I didn't know better, I'd think I'd woken up in a boarding school.
She kept talking. Maybe that was a sign.
She seemed harmless enough, though. She'd have to be, wouldn't she? They wouldn't put anyone dangerous in here. Or really crazy.
Oh no, Chloe. They don't put any really crazy people in here. Just the ones who hear voices and see burned-?up janitors and fight with teachers.
My stomach started to ache.
“Come on,” she said. “Breakfast's in five minutes, and they get real snippy if you're late. ” Liz put out a hand as I opened a dresser drawer. “You can wear your pajamas down to breakfast. The guys eat lunch and dinner with us, but they have breakfast later, so we get some privacy. ”
“Guys?”
“Simon, Derek, and Peter. ”
“The house is coed?"
“Uh-?huh. ” She pursed her lips in the mirror and picked off a dry flake. “We all share the bottom floor, but the top one is divided. ”
She leaned out the door and showed me how short the hall was. “They get the other side. There's not even a joining door. Like we'd sneak over there at night if we could. ” She giggled. “Well, Tori would. And I might, if there was someone worth sneaking over for. Tori has dibs on Simon. ”
She scrutinized me in the mirror. “You might like Peter. He's cute but way too young for me. He's thirteen. Almost fourteen, I think. ”
“I'm fifteen. ”
She bit her lip. “Oh, geez. Um, anyway, Peter won't be around much longer. I heard he's going home soon. ” She paused. “Fifteen, huh? What grade?”
“Ninth. ”
“Same as Tori. I'm in tenth, like Simon, Derek, and Rae. I think Simon and Rae are still fifteen, though. And did I say I love your hair? I wanted to do that, with blue streaks, but my mom said…”
Liz kept up the commentary as we headed downstairs, moving on to the whole cast of characters. There was Dr. Gill, the psychologist, but she only came for her office hours, as did the tutor, Ms. Wang.
I'd met two of the three nurses. Mrs. Talbot—the older woman, whom Liz proclaimed “really nice,” and the younger Miss Van Dop, who was, she whispered, “not so nice. ” The third nurse, Mrs. Abdo, worked weekends, giving the others each a day off. They lived in and looked after us. They sounded more like the housemothers I'd heard boarding school kids talk about, but Liz called them nurses.
At the bottom of the stairs, the overpowering stink of lemon cleaner hit me. It smelled like Gran's house. Even Dad never seemed comfortable in his mother's immaculate house, under the glare that said you'd better not expect any birthday money if you spilled your soda on the white leather sofa. One look in this living room, though, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was as clean as Gran's—the carpet spotless, the wood gleaming—but it had a worn, comfortable look that invited you to curl up on the sofa.
It was also painted the favored color for Lyle House—a pale yellow this time. Pillows covered the dark blue sofa and two rocking chairs. An old grandfather clock ticked in the corner. Every end table held a vase of daisies or daffodils. Bright and cheerful. Too bright and cheerful, really, like this bed-?and-?breakfast near Syracuse where Aunt Lauren and I stayed last fall—so desperate to be homey that it seemed more a stage set than someone's house.
No different from this, I guess—a business eager to convince you it wasn't a business, to make you feel at home. To make you forget you were in a place for crazy kids.
Liz stopped me outside the dining room so we could peek in.
On one side of the table sat a tall girl with short dark hair. “That's Tori. Victoria, but she likes Tori. With an i. She's my best friend. She gets moody, and I've heard that's why she's here, but I think she's fine. ” She jerked her chin toward the other person at the table—a pretty, copper-?skinned girl with long dark curls. “That's Rachelle. Rae. She has this 'thing' for fire. "
I stared at the girl. Thing for fire? Did that mean she set fires? I thought this place was supposed to be safe.
What about the boys? Were any of them violent?
I rubbed my stomach.
“Someone's hungry, I see,” chirped a voice.
I glanced up to see Mrs. Talbot coming through what I guessed was the kitchen door, milk pitcher in hand. She smiled at me.
“Come in, Chloe. Let me introduce you. ”
Before breakfast, Miss Van Dop gave us all pills, then watched as we took them. It was creepy. No one said a word, just held out their hands, gulped their pill down with water, and returned to their conversations.
When I stared at mine, Miss Van Dop said the doctor would explain everything later, but for now, I should just take it. So I did.
After we'd eaten, we trooped upstairs to dress. Rae was in the lead, followed by Liz and Tori. Then me.
“Rachelle?” Tori called.
Rae's shoulders tightened and she didn't turn. “Yes, Victoria?”
Tori climbed two more steps, closing the gap between them. “You did get the laundry done, right? It's your turn, and I want to wear that new shirt my mom bought me. ”
Rae slowly turned. “Mrs. T. said I could do laundry today, since we had to take off while—” her gaze lit on me, and she offered a tiny, almost apologetic smile “—Chloe got settled. ”
“So you didn't do the laundry. ”
“That's what I said. ”
“But I want—”
“Your shirt. Got that part. So wear it. It's brand-?new. ”
“Yeah, and other people probably tried it on. That's gross. ”
Rae threw up her hands and disappeared down the hall. Tori shot a scowl over her shoulder, as if this were my fault. As she turned, something flashed between us, and I stumbled back a step, grabbing the railing.
Her scowl twisted. “Geez, I'm not going to hit you. ”
Over her shoulder, a hand appeared, pale fingers wriggling like worms.