The Keepers (The Alchemy Series)
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Authors: Donna Augustine
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Donna Augustine
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This one is dedicated to Jess.
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“No, I can’t wait until tomorrow. Y
ou need to take her tonight.” I heard Maxine’s voice in the kitchen. I’d been living with her and Charlie for the last two months, and as far as foster homes went, it was one of the better ones. Charlie would watch Sesame Street with me in the morning, and Maxine baked cookies sometimes. She had even made me a cake for my seventh birthday.
They
lived in an apartment, but there was a park across the street that had a swing set. As far as homes go, it was the best I’d ever had, but now it was over.
“I won’t have her here another night. There is something wrong with her,” Maxine continued.
She spoke in a strange breathy tone that I’d never heard her use before.
I pee
ked around the corner, keeping myself in the shadows of my still dark room. Maxine and Charlie were standing in the kitchen together. Charlie held one of Maxine’s hands as her other hand held the phone in a white knuckled grip. I’d just read that phrase in a book the other day and been looking for a fitting situation to use it. This seemed to be perfect. Only problem was, there was no one to say it to.
“Tell them,” Charlie urged
Maxine. Charlie was the one I usually liked to try out my flavorful verses on. He called me a savant the other day and smiled. I knew whatever it had meant had made him happy, but now he seemed to want me gone, too.
Maxine covered the phone piece and then replied
to him, “I can’t tell them everything. They’ll think we’re nuts. How are we going to ever get a child then?”
It was nice while it lasted. I had liked them.
“Fine, but if you’re not here by tomorrow morning, I’m bringing her to you.” I watched Maxine hang the phone back on its cradle on the mustard yellow kitchen wall.
“Thank god
, they’re coming. This kid is freaking me out,” Charlie said, and then hugged Maxine. “I’m sorry, I know you thought maybe she was the one. There are lots of other kids.”
I knew what they meant. They wante
d a normal kid, not me. I pulled my worn green suitcase out of the closet and grabbed Henry, my stuffed penguin off the bed. “It’s okay Henry, we don’t need them. We don’t need anyone.”
Fifteen
Years Later
The knocking at the door awakened me. Squinting one eye, not having the energy to open both yet, I looked at my alarm clock. One of the minute lights had burned out, so I had to round to the nearest ten minutes. Who in their right mind would be banging on my door at ten to six in the morning? I groaned because I knew the answer already. It was Mrs. Harvey; no one would ever accuse her of being in her right mind.
“Hang on!” I yelled toward the general vicinity of the door and started looking for pants. Even though I was sure it was Mrs. Harvey, answering the door in a t-shirt and underwear didn’t seem like a good idea. Leaning down, I groped along the cluttered floor in the dark trying
to find a pair of sweat pants. I kept forgetting to buy light bulbs, so I had rotated the bedroom light bulb to the living room light, where I liked to do all my studying. After accidentally stepping on one of my text books and stabbing myself with a pen, my hand finally landed on familiar cotton.
The knocking started up
again and it felt as if my whole wall shook with the force of the old woman’s pounding. “I’m coming,” I said, as I made my way to the door of my small rented trailer. Swinging the door open, before she could lay her little fists to the paint chipped surface again, I greeted my neighbor.
Mrs. Harvey was of an unknown
age somewhere between eighty and a hundred, if I had to guess. She was very fond of baby blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She also liked to wear her hair in a bouffant. She owned the next trailer over with her husband, which looked like the Royal Palace compared to mine.
“Mrs. Harvey, what’s wrong?”
“Josephine, Mr. Harvey’s hip is still bothering him, can you come by later today?”
“Mrs. Harvey, I told you, I’m a premed student, not a doctor. I don’t know how to do any of that stuff
, yet.”
“Can you come by later
, anyway? It makes Mr. Harvey feel better.”
Her sweet voice and the pleading look in her eyes were hard to turn down.
“Okay, sure, I’ve got the breakfast shift at the diner, and classes after that, but I should be able to swing by around seven?”
“I’ll make you a nice dinner.”
“That sounds good,” I said, and I wasn’t lying either. It sounded great. Mrs. Harvey was one of the best cooks I’d ever met. I knew that this wasn’t so much about Mr. Harvey’s hip, as much as that I reminded them of their daughter who had died many years ago.
After she left, I
plopped down on my bed again. I lay there for about ten minutes before I looked at the clock, and I debated how many hours of sleep I could get. Problem was I hadn’t been able to fall asleep last night until I had lain there for two hours. I didn’t think my prospects were much better now.
I gave up and took a quick shower
, instead, then grabbed the cleanest work clothes I could find and my chemistry book. I headed toward the bus stop three blocks away, figuring I could get the morning cook to give me a free omelet for breakfast while I studied before my shift.
Hours later, when
I was sitting in my final lab class for the day, I felt like I was dead on my feet. My lab partner, Lacey, stood next to me. She was the one person I knew whom I considered almost a friend. Not because I saw her outside of school, because I didn’t see anyone outside of school, I didn’t see anyone outside of work, either, for that matter. I wasn’t your typical twenty-something year old. When people realized I was a freak of nature, they usually didn’t stick around for long. And when they couldn’t run, they found a way to push me out. I’d learned that over and over again as a child, being shuttled from one foster home to the next. Every now and then I’d become friendly with someone like Lacey, or the Harvey’s, but I always knew somewhere deep inside it wouldn’t last.
When I was a child, I
used to think that every new home would be the one. My case counselor told me that it was just a matter of finding the right fit. I still remembered the day when I realized that this time wasn’t going to be any different. The day I’d lost hope.
I had been six
and living with one family for five months, an all time record, when the counselor picked me up at school. She had a list of excuses why they hadn’t wanted me, but I knew she lied. I always knew a lie when I heard one. That wasn’t why I was a freak. It’s not some sort of gift, I think I’m just perceptive, and people always give a tell. That’s what they call it in poker when people give up their hand. A tell.
“Jo!” Lac
ey was hitting me in the side. “I’m not doing this shit all by myself!”
Lacey’s voice jolted me out of my half sleep just in time to see my pen floating in front of my face. I grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket before anyone else noticed.
“What?” I asked, now fully awake.
“You aren’t helping.” Lacey never lied. She might be a little hard on the senses sometimes, but she was painfully honest.
“Sorry, I’m just beat. I had the breakfast shift.”
“Why don’t you let me get you in with me at Lacard? My uncle got promoted to pit boss. I’m positive he can get you
in as a cocktail waitress. He already got me in and is going to get me some shifts in the high rollers pit. I bet he could get you in too.”
The Lacard was the newest and most expensive casino on the Vegas Strip. When I did have free time, which was almost never, I liked to stroll through their high-end mall and imagine all the things I’d buy when I was a doctor one day.
“You wouldn’t have to work as much then,” Lacey added.
“I don’t want…”
“Don’t even start! I know! You hate favors. You can do it for me then, because when you work the morning shifts, you’re barely human, and I find it to be a hostile work environment.” Lacey had started prelaw before she switched to premed. According to her, she would’ve been a brilliant lawyer, but she decided her genius was better spent curing cancer.
I sat back and looked at her big pleading brown eyes. They were strikingly dark compared to her bleached blond hair, a combination that might have been harsh on someone else but somehow worked well for her.
I’d had classes on and off with Lacey for the last two years. She had gotten to know me pretty well, or as well as anyone could. She was right, I did hate favors, but I’d be stupid not to take the opportunity. I was holding on to my three point eight GPA by the skin of my teeth, and med schools were fiercely competitive. If I slipped even a little, it would be hell trying to get in a good one, and I could forget about a scholarship of any sort. I had always been a fast learner, rarely having to read something more than once, but I couldn’t keep up with the class work, and the diner to pay the bills, without something taking a hit.
“Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly.
Lacey let out a sigh of relief and smiled a Marilyn Monroe smile. I knew she had been practicing those. “Are you kidding? My uncle is going to be thrilled. The casinos are always looking for pretty girls. It is going to be fantastic. You’ll see.”
“Lacey, I don’t know about this.” I smoothed my hand over the black satin of my new uniform. Lacey, true to her word, got her uncle to get me a job. She’d pulled some strings with her boss
, who had a crush on her, to get me on her shift.
“You look stunning, what’s wrong?”
“I’m naked.”
“No
, you aren’t, silly.”
“I feel like I’m going to be serving drinks in a bathing suit.”
“You don’t wear heels and stockings with a bathing suit. Now smush your boobs in a little so I can zip this up for you. I always thought you wore a push up bra. I can’t believe how big your boobs are.”
“Lacey, if you keep talking, I’m never going to be able to leave this room.”
“Sorry. Come on. We’ve got to get out on the floor. Just try to be nice, okay?”
“I’m always nice!”
“Uh, yeah.”
I couldn’t have been more out of my comfort zone if I’d been wearing a big red rubber nose and a rainbow wig. My diner uniform was black pants and a white blouse and I blended perfectly into the background. I didn’t want the attention an outfit like this would attract.
