(This is my favorite scene in the book. Enjoy the rough draft!)
The next day after Ian returned from school (a day of limited bullying, fortunately), he told me something I had suspected for a while: Aaron and Chris were both dying to see me again. Somehow, they had resisted telling Ian’s aunt and uncle why they wanted to visit Ian so badly. At least, Ian was fairly certain they had kept their mouths shut. It had been Catherine that had told them to hold off coming over so as not to frighten and exhaust me. When I learned this, I told Catherine at dinner that although it did make me a bit nervous, I wouldn’t mind having them say hello.
I don’t know what I expected.
The very next morning, I sat quietly reading something on Ian’s phone early in the morning when I heard a horrifying stampede. Before I could even wonder who or what had entered the front door of the house, the guest room door burst open and gave me a heart attack.
“Hi little boy!”
Then, before I could even think about retreating, a blond-haired monster with bright blue eyes barreled into the room. He didn’t even stop beside me. The blue-tan-ivory boulder crashed upon the mattress, sending me into the air. I came back down with a thud, and while not painful, the shock of the giant yatvi flattened my confidence. He sat cross-legged in front of me, immediately placing his head in his hands and excitedly eyeing me. He’d probably removed his shoes at the front door, and the nausea of bare human boy crashed upon me like a wave.
“Chris!” shouted Ian’s voice as he entered the room. “What are you doing! I told you not to hurt Lenn!”
Ian came and knelt in front of the bed at my side, and another familiar face met mine: Aaron, the red-haired and freckled cousin.
“Hi Lenn,” he said brightly with a quick wave.
“Vah sulm, Lenn?” Ian asked.
I have to admit, I was more than a little shaky. I stared at all three ka yatvi staring back at me, and cleared my throat.
“Uh, s-sia, sulmtol…” I whimpered. “Hello Aaron, hi Chris.”
“What are you talking?” Chris asked. “What’s shumptol?”
“It’s Lenn’s language,” Ian said. “He’s been teaching it to me. He said ‘really good’. I don’t think he means it, though.”
“Sure I do,” I replied quietly, rubbing an arm.
“You can talk,” Aaron said, resting his arms on the bed. “Chris and me were really worried you would die. But I knew Uncle James would fix you right up.”
“Codahke, Aaron,” I said. “I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t found me. How did you find me? Why were you playing near the river that day anyway?”
“It’s a shortcut to the park,” he said. “It’s not far from our house, and we go that way a lot. We don’t tell Mom about it, though, she’d yell at us. She doesn’t want us to drown, I guess.”
“Say that shumptol word again,” Chris said. “I wanna learn it too.”
“Shulm… tol,” Ian said slowly.
“Shool-hmm tole?” Chris rolled the sounds around in his mouth. “That’s hard to say.”
“Not really,” Aaron said. “Shulm-toll.”
“It is for me. Shoolm-tool.”
“I’ve taught a lot of kids how to speak English. But I’ve never taught yatvi how to speak Yatnasi.”
I got blank stares from the young cousins.
“Yatvi means human,” Ian explained. “And Yatnasi is his language.”
“So what’s he called?” Aaron asked, pointing at me. “He’s not a human, right? He’s way too small.”
“What’s the word?” Ian asked again, snapping his fingers. “Yat…? Sorry Lenn, I can never remember.”
Chris leaned towards me, tilting his head like a puppy dog.
“You say English words funny,” he said with a laugh.
“Hey, that’s not nice,” Aaron said, shoving his younger brother’s shoulder playfully. “That’s just his accent. I think it’s cool.”
“Can I pick you up?” Chris asked, thrusting his hands forwards. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. Fortunately, Aaron and Ian quickly shoved Chris’s hands back down.
“No no no…” Ian stammered.
“Stop, stop!” Aaron agreed out loud. “He’s not an animal. He’s a person. You can’t just grab him.”
“But I asked him first! And I wasn’t just gonna grab him! How come Ian can pick him up and not me?”
“Because you’re not responsible like him.”
“Nuh-uh! I am ‘sponsible!”
I shook myself out of my fear.
“Ian? Can you help me up?”
Holding out his hand, I leaned against it and grunted myself to my feet. My bad knee immediately bent backwards, and I winced at the discomfort. I snapped it back into a straight position.
“Whoa…” Aaron exclaimed.
“Ah!” Chris shouted. “Did you break your leg?”
“No, guys! It’s just-”
“Ian, Ian,” I said, patting his finger. “Let them ask questions, it’s okay. I was very sick as a child and it made my leg this way. Ian and James call it ‘polio’.”
“Oh. I’ve heard of that,” Aaron said. “Does it hurt? Your leg, I mean? Can you walk on it?”
“It only hurts if I bend it too far back. It’s a bit difficult to walk on, but I’ll soon be okay enough to use crutches to get around.”
“What’s a polio?” Chris asked.
“It’s a virus that can paralyze and kill people,” Ian said. “Especially kids. It’s really scary, but humans don’t get it anymore because of vaccines you get as a baby. Lenn’s people still get it, I guess.”
“Did I get a vaccine so I won’t get it?”
“I’m sure you did.”
“That’s good. I like my legs straight.”
“I’ll bet you run really fast on them,” I said. “Faster than me!”
“Yup!” he said proudly.
“Well,” I coughed, carefully stepping out of my blanket nest towards the boy sitting before me. “Might as well get this over with.”
I stopped a half-foot from Chris’s folded legs. This young boy may have been the smallest yatvi I’d ever seen, but he still sat over me like a thick tree trunk.
“Chris, I’m going to trust you. Lift me up.”
“Lenn, are you sure?” Ian asked.
“I’m sure. So long as Chris promises to be careful.”
“I will, really,” Chris responded.
Despite the promise, Chris’s hands descended and monstrously closed in around me.
“Wait, wait…” I said, grabbing his hands as they approached, pulling the delicate fingers downwards. “Hold on, don’t take me all at once, you don’t want to make my wound worse. Hold me down here instead.”
I placed my hands on my hips, and Chris obeyed. His hands were cool and clammy to the touch, not to mention considerably smaller than Ian’s. They took my waist a bit tightly, and I soon felt my feet part from the bed, rising up to his eye level.
For a moment, he examined me. And when I say he examined me, I mean he brought me very close to his face and stared. His eyes darted across my features like a pair of bright-blue plates, and his long eyelashes blinked up and down like waving sails. He even went so far as to slightly rotate me side-to-side as if testing the gravity of my limbs, which swung heavy and loose.
“Wow,” he finally said, his breath smelling like a mixture of sugary cereal and toothpaste. “You’re so cool.”
I laughed, reaching a hand outwards. He leaned forwards as if knowing what to do, and I patted him on the forehead.
“I’m not that interesting, really. I don’t think I’ve ever been called ‘cool’. Except maybe by Ian. Serdi.”
He tilted his head.
“What’s ‘shur-dee’ mean?”
“It means ‘thank you’.”
“Oh. What’s ‘you’re welcome’?”
“Hmm.” He made a goofy face. “Shur-dee-ah!”
“Very good. Sulmtol!”
I felt a finger tap my shoulder.
“Where do you come from, Lenn?” Aaron asked. He chortled. “You’re not an alien from another planet, are you?”
“Oh, come on,” Ian moaned.
“Turn me around, would you Chris?”
The fingers rotated me to face the two older boys with interesting dexterity. I placed my hands on the edges of Chris’s own.
“No, I’m not… what did you say? An ay-lin? What is that?”
“Alien. It’s a scary person thing that comes from outer space.”
“Scary?” I shrugged. “I’m not scary, am I? What’s outer space?”
“Up past the atmosphere.”
“Like, above the clouds?”
“Yup, way above the clouds,” Aaron said, showing the distance with his hands. “Up in the stars.”
“Like the star war? I sure don’t come from there.”
Ian shoved Aaron sideways.
“Besides, aliens are green, with huge heads and great big eyes.” He widened his eyelids with his fingers. “Does he look green to you?”
“Whatever, you don’t know what an alien looks like, nobody does! If he is an alien, maybe he’s got a hidden spaceship somewhere. We should go search for it!” Aaron then grinned wildly. “What if he goes up during the middle of the night and abducts cows? Or shrinks them with a laser beam? That would be awesome!”
I burst out into laughter, as did the cousins.
“What, cows? What would I do with a cow? You kañi are so strange!”
“Kahn-yee?” asked a young voice behind me.
“It means ‘little boys’.”
“I’m not a ‘little boy’. I am great-big to you,” Chris said with a giggle, and I felt a pair of great thumbs press me forwards and massage the middle of my back.
“Hey! I am too, you know,” Aaron said.
I locked eyes with Ian and saw a grin on his face.
“We already talked about this, Lenn. Remember?”
I wobbled my head.
“Okay, fine. But I’m still older than all of you. How old are the two of you?”
“I’m nine and a half,” Aaron said.
Swift as a bird, Chris placed me onto the surface of the bed. My stomach leaped into my throat as I landed.
“I’m almost six,” he announced, revealing why he’d let me down: he held up five fingers in one hand, and a bent index finger on the other that showed just how close his birthday was. Then, as quickly as he’d placed me down, he picked me right back up again, his hands grasping me too far up my chest.
“Chris, you can’t just put him up and down like that. Be careful, please,” Ian said.
“Down on my hips, remember?” I said, grunting. “You’re getting a little too close to my bandages.”
“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning me back and laying out my prone body horizontal trying to follow my instructions. My legs hung limp, and my arms did the same between his thumbs.
“That’s not a good way to do it,” Ian said, and I heard the bed heave under pressure as he reached for me.
“No, I can do it, I can,” Chris said.
Chris then flipped me back vertically, and wrapped his hands back onto my hips… trapping my arms at my sides.
“Guh,” I heaved as the young boy’s hands rotated me forwards, the edges of his bony skin shoving my stomach inwards.
“Chris, stop,” Aaron said behind me.
“Come on, give him to me, Chris,” demanded Ian.
“No! No, I can do it! Let me hold him!”
In trying to keep me away, Chris yanked me backwards against his chest, and my face rammed into him. Two months ago, I would have been screaming in fear. Instead, the soft collision and this kañi fumbling with my entire body made a mindless laugh burst from my lungs. I had truly gone insane, and I think my laugh shocked them all.
“Ian, Aaron,” I choked. “Wait! I’m fine, I’m fine. Chris, it’s okay. Don’t squeeze too hard, I need to pull my arms out.”
The tightness faded immediately, and I plucked my arms out from between myself and his moist hands. I then felt myself slip forwards, and I reached out to grab the front of the boy’s shirt.
“Ah, careful Chris! Don’t drop me, please!”
His grip reformed around me properly, and again, Chris lifted me up to his eyes. Instead of excitement, I saw a face of concern and regret.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Phew,” I said cheerfully. “No problem.”
“Chris isn’t allowed to pick up the kittens at home,” Aaron laughed. “He plays with them too hard.”
“Nuh-uh! I’m getting better!”
I laughed with a moan.
“That, uh… that would have been good information to have a minute ago.” I patted Chris’s thumbs with both hands and looked up at his round face. “But you did very good, Chris. Sort of.”
He lit up like a candle.
“Yay!” he said with great big nods.
* * * * * *
The rest of that day, I became a merry little captive to the three kañi. From video games and watching funny movies on Ian’s phone to spending time in the backyard (keeping to the shadows of the porch as well as I could), I attempted to remain independent. But, of course, without crutches and practically limping by the late morning, I was carried and traded between all three boys like a pillbug. Catherine watched over all of us (or specifically me) to the point that she joined the boys whenever I was brought out of Ian’s room.
I could tell Ian was doing his best to keep me and Chris separated. Chris carried me around like a doll when it was “his turn” (which Ian begrudgingly allowed), and when he couldn’t, he poked and prodded me with every chance he could get. Aaron, on the other hand, was much more respectful. He was very calm and quiet for his age, mostly keeping his hands to himself. He followed directions much like Ian, but allowed me a bit more “freedom” than Ian preferred; whenever it was his turn to watch me, he let me walk instead of lifting me, and didn’t seem to know when or how to offer help when I stumbled. I didn’t mind all three of them, all things considered. But they certainly critiqued each other about the way I should be treated.
As the clock at Ian’s bedside table read 3 P.M., we spent the time watching an entertaining show on Ian’s television. Or, at least, the television was on; whether anyone was watching was debatable. Aaron sat in the chair, Ian laid on his bed, and Chris laid belly-first on the floor with his head in his hands. Naturally, as I sat on the floor resting my legs from playtime outside, Chris was right before me, and he was more interested in me than the cartoon. Aaron had begun to drift off, and Ian was engrossed on his phone, so I had no one to ‘protect’ me from the youthful and entertaining ka.
“You know,” I said to him as he bobbed his bare feet back and forth behind him. “I teach kids your age how to read and write. Do you have a teacher that does that for you?”
Chris nodded, his fingers dancing under his chin. He sniffed every few seconds as if allergic to something.
“Miss Rodriguez is my teacher. She’s really nice. But I’m not good at reading.”
He said every other word with an ever-so-slight pause, as if wanting to get everything out of his mouth correctly. I always found that endearing with kids his age, even if it annoyed some of the less-patient parents I negotiated with at the village.
“That’s okay,” I said. “It just takes practice. Have you learned how to spell your name?”
“Sulm! That’s a great start.”
“Shul-hmm? What’s that mean?”
“It means ‘good’. Like ‘sulmtol’, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding as if completely understanding.
“What do you like to do at school? What’s your favorite subject?”
“Hmm,” He tapped his finger on his nose. Then he snapped up. “Drawing.”
“Oh, that’s mine too. What do you draw?”
“With crayons,” he answered awkwardly. “I draw dinosaurs and houses and trucks, and all sorts of stuff.”
“Sulm,” I said again. Then I frowned. “I’ve read the word ‘dinosaur’ before. What’s it mean? What’s a dinosaur?”
“You don’t know what a dinosaur is?” Chris asked, leaning closer to me.
“Nope, I don’t.”
He spread his arms out as wide as they could go, leaving him breathless against the floor. His fingers nearly hit me on the way up.
“They’re great-big monsters that lived a million-billion years ago. Some of them ate plants, and some of them with big sharp teeth chased other dinosaurs and ate them.”
“A million-billion years ago?” I asked. “How do you know something lived that long ago?”
“Um… people find their bones and dig them up. And then put them in museums. I saw some when I went with Mom.”
“Their bones, huh?”
“They’re called fossils,” Ian added from his bed.
“Yeah, foss-sills,” Chris nodded.
“Interesting. You know, if my people found old bones, we knew it was important to stay away because that meant monsters like wolves and foxes and birds hunted there. If they found us, they would hurt our families and friends, and… and we’d all get very sad.”
Ys yul, those were bad memories. Images of a torn-off arm and blood-stained snow filled my mind, but those were hardly appropriate to share with a five-year old boy. Chris pouted.
“That makes me sad, too. I don’t want monsters to eat my family.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that too much. You’re great-big, remember? Monsters would be afraid of you instead and run away.”
“But I’m not great-big,” Chris admitted, folding his arms on the floor and resting his head on them. “I’m small. I get scared that something will eat me.”
“Like dogs, huh Chris?” Ian said. “Are you still afraid of dogs?”
“Nuh-uh,” he said quickly. “Well… not small dogs. Big dogs are scary.”
“Every dog is big to me, so I’m certainly afraid of them. Cats, too. They’d all rather chew on me.”
“But you’re not afraid of big people like me?”
Chris’s fingers floated towards me and took hold of one of my feet. He pulled me towards him, causing me to slide through the thick carpet on my bottom. I don’t know if he correlated his question with his actions, but I certainly made the connection.
“I am… sometimes,” I whispered, pulling back. “Especially if they try to hurt me. I was very afraid of you when you and Ian and Aaron found me.”
“Me?” Chris stopped tugging, satisfied to tap his index finger and thumb around my ankle. “But I’m not scary.”
“You can be. If you picked me up and put me in a cage, I couldn’t get out. If you didn’t help me find food or water, I’d get very hungry and thirsty and sick. If you weren’t careful, you could drop me or step on me. You know?”
These novel ideas floated through Chris’s mind as well as across his pensive expression. His tongue came out of his mouth, licking his upper lip as he thought.
“That wouldn’t be very nice,” he said finally. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“What if you did it on accident?”
He thought again, his hand covering his lips.
“I’d be really careful… and say sorry.”
“That’s a good answer,” I asked. “I’m glad.”
“Well, you’re being very nice to me right now. So thank you, Chris. Serdi. You boys have all been very kind to me.”
Chris’s hand approached me (naturally the one he used to cover his tongue-soaked lip) and gently patted me on the head. Unsure of what he planned to do next, I laughed and tried to gently push him away. Instead, he took hold of my arm and bent it up and down like a stick on a hinge. He didn’t even have anything to say about his actions; he simply hummed to himself.
“Hey,” I said, patting his thumb with my other hand. “You’re silly.”
“Shoolm, shoolm,” he whispered. “You’re very… um, flex-ee-bull.”
“Well, careful,” I replied. “My shoulder hurts if it moves too much.”
He let go, but gently squeezed my foot again. Ian must have been watching, or at least listening.
“Chris,” he growled. “Don’t touch Lenn without asking first. You’re gonna hurt him.”
“But I won’t.”
“Hey, Chris,” I called to him, recapturing his attention. “Can you help me up?”
He rose from his belly and sat upon the floor with his feet tucked beneath him, and reached out his hands to grab me and lift me again.
“Not like that,” I said. “Just give me your hand so I can stand up.”
He did so, and with some effort, I clambered to my feet. Unable to stop a yawn, I paused for a moment, leaning against the young boy’s open hand.
“Hey Ian,” I called. Ian’s face quickly appeared over the side of his bed. “Is it okay if I go back to the guest room to sleep?”
I heard his phone click off, and he sat up. He bent down to take me in his hands himself, but Chris intercepted him. Powerful kañi hands hauled me into the air and presented me to my not-so-little brother. My head spun, but I said nothing about it.
“Here you go!” Chris said cheerfully.
Ian’s face flashed with annoyance, but he didn’t say anything as he took me by my waist and cradled me against his chest.
“Serdi again, Chris,” I said.
“Um… oh yeah, serdia!”
“Can you stay here while I take Lenn to bed?” Ian asked.
“Uh-huh,” Chris replied, immediately turning himself and flattening against the carpet to watch the television. Ian rose and stepped over the youngest ka, muttering under his breath something akin to “thank you very much, you little dork”. I laughed, patting Ian’s chest, and he let out an airy guff.
After about an hour, the little yatili and the large yatvi came back into the guest room. Aaron and Chris told me that they needed to head home, so they said goodbye and departed. Juni had lost his energy since going to Ian’s room, and soon fell asleep underneath the blanket as Charsi and I researched the map on Ian’s phone for another while.
There wasn’t much detail I could see on the map, even in the simplistic map, that would give us any indication about which direction Elder Ordi might have chosen to lead everyone. Gatherers could travel as much distance as they could carry food and water. But the greater question was if they could escort sixty inexperienced yatili through the wilderness at night with the same resources. So instead of relying solely on the map, I decided to look up some of the different food sources we had relied on up in the hills.
To my absolute pleasure, humans had already done all of the work for me: all I had to do was read and identify. They named them differently than we did. Thornberries to us became thistleberries, the wickedly-sour poisonberry became the pin cherry, and disease roots became black morels. Some of the plants and fruits were poison (as I and the gatherers knew very well), some bloomed only in specific times of the year, and I saw others I had never even seen before. Charsi pointed out the ones she knew, and she tried to explain to me the taste of the fruits and roots she recognized. Unfortunately, she compared them to yatvi foods Eliza had fed her and Juni.
“Sorry,” I told her, more often than I wanted. “I haven’t eaten that.”
She got frustrated at first. But she laughed when I pointed out one in particular. The page showed a black fruit called a currant. I recognized it immediately. I was taught to call them ‘iketsal yodsi’: ‘long night of stomach pain’. She completely agreed with the name.
“A little after meeting Eliza, she fed one to Juni and I. We both had stomach aches allnight long. She thought she had poisoned us, that she was going to kill us. She cried the whole time.”
“What did Xande say?”
“He wasn’t there… at first. Then he came home. Eliza showed him everything we ate,and he actually laughed at her. He told her we weren’t going to die, but she still stayed home all week to take care of us and make sure.”
I rolled my eyes at Xande, although I admit I probably would have done the same thing.
“From then on,” Charsi said. “She always always asked Xande what she should feed us.She asked him so much that it’s a joke now. He doesn’t think it’s funny, but we do.”
“So she does feed you more than chicken nugglets.”
Charsi snorted, covering her nose with her hands in embarrassment. I cracked up immediately.
“Hah!” I leaned to rest on my back. “That got you.”
“I don’t usually do that,” she said with a sheepish smile, wiping her nose. “Don’t tell Juni.He’ll be obnoxious about it for days.”
“No promises,” I grinned, making her whine. “Hey, if it’s not too much to ask… How didyou and Juni meet? Eliza told us how she met you both, but not much of what happened before that. You weren’t from the same village, were you?”
Charsi folded her arms.
“No, I’ve never lived in a village. The first time I saw Juni, he… well, he actually saved me from being hit by a tire.”
“A tire? What, a car tire?”
“I don’t think so. It was a lot bigger than that. A truck tire, or a yatvi machine tire.”
“Was it… attached to a yatvi machine?”
“Oh,” Charsi said with a chuckle. “No, it was a garbage tire, by itself. Juni and I had been living in a yatvi garbage dump for a long time. We had never seen each other before, though. Big yatvi trucks would drive through and dump off new things, and the pile would have food sometimes. But I got greedy. I didn’t check to see if the truck would come back. By the time it did, I had dug down too deep, and got myself stuck. Juni appeared out of nowhere and pulled me out just as the tire smashed down.”
I shook my head.
“Unbelievable. How old were you two?”
“Maybe… seven,” she said with a shrug. “Juni was probably nine. We lived at thegarbage dump for a long time before we ever saw another yatili.”
“It must have smelled horrible. You didn’t actually live in the dump, did you?”
“No, outside it. In a gopher den.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“You’re not that small.”
“Well, Juni dug it out first, just to make sure nothing was home. Technically, it was hishome before we shared it.”
“And where did you live before that?”
“Inside a broken metal container. I didn’t live there long, it was the place I had hid when… after my father died.”
“Oh,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said, smiling at me. “I miss him, but I think he would be happy to see how big my family is now.”
She nodded with a grin, pulling her hair behind her ear.
“My mom died last,” said a voice behind Charsi. I looked over, and there was Juni, staring at the ceiling with his hands resting behind his head. “She told me to be strong, left tofind food for us both. She never came back.”
Juni looked our way.
“When I found Charsi, she cried every day for a long time. I think you wereeven afraid of me.”
“I was,” she admitted. “I was afraid of everything.”
“Well,” Juni said with a shrug. “We had plenty of food and water. Some of it was actually pretty good. It was hard to get, though. It was all out in the open, yeah, but there were so many rats and birds I had to fight them off to get anything. Instead, I usually just went for the sealed stuff that didn’t weigh much. Eliza calls it ‘expired food’.”
“Expired?” I asked. “Like, dead?”
“Is that what that means?” Juni shrugged again. “Yeah, I guess yatvi call it dead when they don’t think it’s good anymore. I don’t know why they think that. If it’s in a closed bag, it’s good to me.”
“Me too,” Charsi said. “Even if it’s warm when it shouldn’t be. Of course, Eliza always tells us ‘expired food’ will make us sick. It never did, though.”
“So you two spent, what, a year near a garbage dump, and you never saw another yatili in all that time?”
They both shook their heads.
“I always thought someone would find us,” Charsi said. “But we neversaw anyone. Except Xande, of course.”
“I always wished we found someone who could make us both some decent clothes,” Juni said, tugging at his shirt. “It’s not like we were naked or anything. But sometimes all I had was an itchy robe with pieces of plastic…”
He pointed to his cuffs, his chest, and his head.
“…tied to me as armor. I looked so stupid. It was always really cold and uncomfortable when it rained. Winter was vyshtal ese-”
“Juni!” Charsi exclaimed. “No swearing!”
“Vaya,” I said quickly, pressing my finger to my lips.
We all looked at Ian’s face for a silent second. His light snoring didn’t change.
“Sorry,” they both whispered.
“Anyway,” I said, looking directly at Juni. “Continue. And with cleaner words.”
I expected shame from him, but there was none. He chuckled instead.
“Right. So we’re crammed inside a gopher hole, right? I’m out searching for food again. It’s in the evening, when there are fewer birds. I was whistling to myself instead of being quiet, which was pretty stupid. I’m digging through a cardboard box when something touches my shoulder. I think to myself, it has to be a bird beak, or a cat tongue, or something else terrible…”
Juni gestured dramatically.
“I freak out and dive into the garbage, screaming. I feel something grab my shirt, and itpulls me out. It’s Xande. It was hard for him to cover my mouth and stop me from running out the box with one arm, but I’m glad he did, because right outside the box was two garbage men.”
“Why was Xande at the dump?” I asked him. “He wasn’t looking for food, was he?”
“Nah,” Juni said. “He was looking for lights. Electric lights. His had gone bad.”
“I told him he could take our lights, since we didn’t need so many. He wanted to leave right away, but I begged him to see Charsi first. He finally listened to me and followed me, and after we shared some food with him, he told us to follow him and that he would find us a home.”
“What do you mean, just like that? A yatili home? Or a yatvi home?”
“I think he meant yatili at first,” Charsi said. “But when we didn’t find anyone for a long time, I think he changed his mind. It was too dangerous to keep moving. We needed somewhere to live safe, and Xande said he couldn’t keep us that way by himself.”
I scratched my forehead.
“That doesn’t sound like him at all. Why Eliza? She told us she was the one who found you.”
“She did,” Charsi said with a smile. “Xande’s plan was for us to sit on the kitchen counter for her to find us. But she came home too soon, and we were still on the floor. Xande hid. Juni screamed his head off and ran. I was the only one who stayed put.”
“I think you mean I saved you,” Juni insisted. “If I hadn’t tired Eliza out by running away, she might have grabbed you first.”
“Sure,” Charsi said with sarcasm.
“You didn’t answer my question, though,” I said. “Why Eliza?”
“She didn’t own a dog,” Juni said. “Or a cat.”
“No, it was more than that. Xande said she was special.”
“He found us a place to hide, and he spent a few days studying yatvi in their homes,” Charsi explained. “He didn’t want a home that had kids. Or animals. He said he didn’t mind ifthe yatvi were married, but he preferred only one yatvi learned about us. And he had to know that the yatvi was a kind person. I don’t know why he thought Eliza was kind. I’ve never really asked him.”
“Huh. Well, he was right after all.”
“Yes, he was.”
“So what was it like meeting her for the first time?”
“Do you have to ask?” Juni moaned.
“The most frightening thing I’ve ever done,” Charsi said. “Xande had only taught me alittle bit of English, and Juni had no idea what she was saying.”
“I did too,” Juni responded. “I just didn’t know how to say anything back.” He turned to me, pointing at Charsi. “I don’t get how she learned English so fast. And Xande won’t tell me where he learned English. You know, though. Don’t you? Was it in your village? Who taught him? Wasit you?”
I pursed my lips.
“No, it was definitely not me. I would like to avoid being punched when I see Xandeagain, so I don’t think I’ll tell you.”
“There’s a lot Xande won’t tell us, actually,” Charsi said. “Like about where he goes all the time. He’s a really quiet person. He acts tough in front of Eliza, but… well, I’ve seen him cry when his shoulder hurt. He cried when he talked about Aria too.”
I couldn’t imagine him like that. I’d never really seen him in private, though, so I couldn’t have known.
“Don’t tell Xande you’re telling Lenn stuff like that, Sisi,” Juni said. “He’ll stop talking to you.”
Charsi waved her hands.
“He’s stopped talking to me before. When I ask too much. So I don’t, because I care about him. He lets me help him when he’s not mad at me, so I do my best.”
“He wasn’t keeping me a secret,” I said. “He certainly doesn’t care about me enough.And if he told you about Aria and the village, it isn’t that.”
“Well, I’m not about to ask him again,” Juni said. “Last time I tried, he wrapped his arm around my neck and laughed at me. Like we were wrestling, like I hadn’t even said anything.”
Charsi and Juni both shifted their eyes towards me.
“Don’t look at me,” I told them. “He already wants to kill me. I probably couldn’t even askthe question before he’d tear my leg off and club me with it.”
Juni laughed at me, and Charsi’s nose got all scrunched up.
“I never thought there would be someone Xande would actually hurt. And Eliza. He had never pulled out his knife to hurt her before.”
“He’s hit me before, but even for him, pulling a knife seemed a little… extreme.”
“Do you think,” Charsi asked. “When Aria comes, do you think you could become friends?”
“We would be related,” I said, dreading the thought. “But that’s probably it.”
“Hmm… Not even talk?”
“Ian would have to hold you,” Juni said. “And Eliza would have to hold Xande.”
He held up two fists and made noises as if they were squawking.
“And then you could shout and scream until you liked each other!”
“I wish it worked that way.”
“It’s not how it worked with you and Ian, is it,” Charsi asked. “I can’t imagine being found by all three of those boys at once. I would have died.”
“I was too busy actually dying to be scared,” I told her, smiling. “I lost so much blood, it took me at least two weeks to be scared of Ian. And I didn’t even see Chris and Aaron a week after that.”
I pointed at Juni.
“How long did it take you to stop being nervous around Eliza?”
“Hah,” he said to the ceiling. “Who says I stopped?”
“I wasn’t lying when I told Ian that Eliza still scares me,” Charsi said. “Especially if I don’t expect to see her. She can be really quiet when she wants to.”
“She doesn’t do it on purpose, does she?”
“Just to me,” Juni said quickly. “She’ll wait until she knows it’s just me, and she’ll stomp her feet and shout ‘boo’! I hate it when she does that.”
“Ian cares too much about what I think of him,” I said. “When he teases me or scares me on accident, it’s like he regrets it. That I’ll just stop liking him.” I snapped my fingers. “Just like that.”
“That’s so weird.” Juni said. “He scared me, but I still like him.”
“That’s what I told him. I must be his brother now because I don’t think he believed me. You’llhave to tell him yourself.” I poked Charsi’s shoulder gently. “Ian really worried about you when Aaron held you. I’m glad he was holding onto me at the same time, or he might have stopped you from trying.”
Charsi watched Ian for a moment.
“I never thought in a hundred years I’d ever get to meet human boys. And all three have promised to protect us.”
“Still think they’re monsters?” I asked her.
“Just a little.”
“Meeting human boys, huh?” Juni teased. “You gonna fall in love with one?”
Charsi and I both leered at him.
“Eww, what!” Charsi swatted the words away in disgust. “No way, are you crazy?! We’renot even-! No!”
“I’ll bet you’re in love with Ian!” he sung. “I’m gonna tell him you said so!”
Charsi scooted herself towards Juni, and in a flash of frustration, smacked her brother’s shoulder. All it made him do was laugh, and he retaliated by poking Charsi in the ribs. Both of them struggled, growled, and laughed. Loudly.
“Hey, you two! Keep it down! If you wake Ian up, I’m going to-”
The movement of the hairy head that laid prone upon the pillow next to ours didn’t make a sound. Neither did the bed, not that I remember. I was looking at the two bickering children when I saw Juni’s face go cold. Then Charsi’s turned white as she gasped. I then turned, and not more than four inches away from me floated a scowling blue-green eye. It turned my stomach for a quick second before I recognized the dimple beneath it.
“Ah,” I said, pointing. “Before you say anything, I’ll remind you that you wanted to sleep in here.”
“I was sleeping,” growled the human. “But I guess I’m not anymore.”
My pleasant smile quickly passed on to him, and we both laughed. The great happy eye then passed from me to Eliza’s two troublemakers.
“Hi Charsi, hi Juni,” he whispered. “What’s up?”
Juni recovered faster.
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Charsi wants to tell you something!”
Charsi turned and slugged her brother’s arm. It shouldn’t have surprised me that she could, but it surprised me more when Juni took it in stride.
“H-Hi Ian,” she said as she timidly turned. “How are… um, how are you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” he replied. “I kept hearing my name. Were you talking about me?”
Charsi slammed Juni’s mouth shut.
“No, no! Well, I mean, only a little, about, uh… how you’re our friend, and that we’re family now, and not-”
Juni tore her hand off.
“Ian, Charsi said that she lo-”
Charsi slammed both hands over his mouth.
“Hush!” she hissed.
Ian looked at me looking slightly confused but very amused. I just smiled back at him.
“Juni wants Charsi to say that she loves you,” I said, covering my mouth with my hand. “Isn’t that strange?”
I looked back, and saw Charsi’s face turn red. Juni, now freed of his sister’s hands, filled the room with cackling laughter.
“Lenn is on my side!” Juni shouted.
“There aren’t supposed to be sides!” Charsi shouted back, forcing her brother’s head away. She swiveled to face me, slapping the pillow. “Lenn, you’re mean! You can’t just tell Ian things like that!”
“But…” Ian said, immediately playing along. His expression turned to one of feigned sadness. “You don’t love me at all?”
Charsi sat, very visibly stunned.
“No!” she exclaimed. She skipped a beat. “Well, uh, I didn’t… I didn’t mean… Love, like a… like a cousin, and not like…”
Juni cackled all the harder. Ian’s face appeared injured by Charsi’s stammered words.
“You!” She pointed at Ian, then at me. “I… I know what you’re doing! You can’t do what I did! That’s not fair!”
Ian’s dimple returned and he smiled. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s all fair,” I replied. “We’re all family now, so we’re supposed to tease each other!”
“But I don’t like being teased!”
Ian’s hand appeared from beneath his blanket and approached Charsi carefully. She attempted to stop the fingers before they reached her, but they instead took her gently by the hand.
“I know what you mean, Charsi,” he said, sounding tired. “And I’m sorry I scared you when I fought with Lenn. I only wanted to protect you from Aaron. I guess I didn’t do the right thing.”
Her wounded expression turned thoughtful.
“Oh, I…” she whispered back. “I know… and I’m, um, sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to when you’re so hurt.”
Ian smiled as best he could.
“And I love all my cousins. Even Juni.”
Juni’s face scrunched like he’d eaten a whole lemon.
“Ack,” he spit, sticking his tongue out. “Ñeh serdi.”
Ian’s fingers released Charsi’s hand and flew straight to Juni. Enveloping all sides of his head, Ian gathered the boy’s long, white-blond hair and lifted it upwards. Juni yelped and shooed Ian’s hand away, smooshing his hair back into place. It got the point across without much effort.
“Ñeh! No! Now Ian’s mean!”
“Okay, kañi and kalñi, we get it. We’re all mean,” I sighed with a chuckle. I turned back. “How are you really feeling, Ian?”
“Bad enough for me to get Catherine?”
“…maybe not yet.” He pulled back to rest upon his own pillow. He then pointed at his phone before bundling his blanket up beneath his chin. “Teach me something. I’ll try not to fall asleep.”
“Can I tell Ian about how Juni and I met?” Charsi asked.
“Of course,” I replied. “Go right ahead.”
She nearly began, but she caught herself mid-breath.
“Ah, um… how do you say ‘sarefi reasar’ in English again?”
“Oh yeah. Dump. Right.”
“Dump,” Juni said in English, testing the word. “That sounds funny.”
“What about a garbage dump?” Ian asked.
“Let Charsi tell you,” I said.
Ian nodded, and Charsi began.
“That’s why I was so afraid of you,” Charsi said, now herself laying beneath the edge of the blanket. The room had grown chilly, and even I slid down and sat close to Charsi to warm up beneath it. “Every yatvi I ever saw would have killed me. Or that’s what I thought. I only knew Eliza, and I didn’t want to be scared again like Eliza scared me.”
“I’m sorry, Charsi,” Ian mumbled, laying his head upon the flat bed instead of the pillow. “I didn’t know.”
“And I want to think I’m like Xande,” Juni said. “That I’m big and strong. But… I’m not. Not really.”
I patted Charsi’s back.
“You two are much braver than you think. I never went through anything like that growing up.”
Ian’s eye closed.
“Me neither. I feel like such a loser. I can’t even do simple things like go to school without ending up like… this.”
He placed his hand directly upon his broken cheek, just light enough to feel the pain.
“But you have a mom and dad that love you,” Juni said.
“And you’re a hero,” I added. “All you have to do is look at my scar. You knew just what you had to do to save my life.”
“I’m not a hero.” His eye looked back at me. “If I was, other people would like me.”
“Well, we like you.”
Juni and Charsi agreed.
“You know what I mean, though,” Ian said. “I don’t have any friends. Not even at church. I want to stay home for the rest of my life where people actually care.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” I chuckled. “But you know you can’t do that. You showed me that there’s so much out in the world to learn. What if you go out there, come back, and teach me everything you learn? Then I can teach it to Aria and my child, and Charsi and Juni? Who knows, we might even find other yatili who want to learn too.”
“Yeah!” Juni said. “You could be a teacher like Lenn and teach a whole room of yatili!”
Ian gently smiled.
“You think there’s enough of you out there?”
“To fill a room?” I looked at Charsi, and she shrugged. “There has to be.”
“Are we going to learn from you and Ian?” Charsi asked. “Before all that, I mean.”
“You’ll have to ask Eliza,” I said. “I’m not sure what she has in mind. Do you really want to learn from a cripple and a goofy kañi?”
Charsi laughed along with her brother.
“I live with Goofy every day,” she said plainly, throwing her finger towards Juni. “I don’t mind.”
“And I live with kalvalin idi,” Juni replied, pointing back at her. “I’m used to it.”
“What does that mean?” Ian asked. “’Girl’ something.”
“Smart weird girl,” I said.
“I’m smart, not weird,” Charsi insisted. “You’re the one who can’t do math.”
Juni slapped the blanket.
“I can too!” He paused just long enough to make everyone doubt. “Well, Eliza just makes it confusing with big numbers!”
“I’m bad at math too,” Ian said. “I hope Lenn knows.”
“Uh,” I said. “I don’t do numbers. Maybe Eliza will be a guest teacher.”
I’m sorry, the encryption key you entered is incorrect. Please input encryption key now.
I’m sorry, the encryption key you entered is incorrect. Please input encryption key now, or all data on this recording will be erased.
Encryption key accepted. Beginning playback of recorded holotape message:
This is Catja Stelzner, junior reporter for the Charleston Herald. Or, at least, I was. And if I’m discovered with any of the information I’m about to send you, I don’t think anyone will ever see me again. I think I’m already dead, in fact, and unless you’re fast enough to report this, you probably are too. They’ll bury anyone with this information so deep, they’ll even bury the backhoe just to make sure there’s no evidence.
Okay, details, details… The whole reason this thing started was an announcement from the lead editors to search for information about any business or company that seemed shady enough to do business under the table, weed out corruption. Maybe find financial records in the government archives that didn’t quite match the type of work they performed. Simple enough, right?
I spent five months in the basement of the capitol building, sifting through paper record after paper record, electronic entry after electronic entry, trying to do research on one company in particular:
I know, I know, you’re probably thinking: what the hell is a junior reporter doing, performing research on the nation’s largest defense contractor? If I even mentioned what I was doing, everyone would call me a communist sympathizer, I’d lose my job, and I’d never find work in Columbia again. I used every excuse at work to continue my research. But West-Tek could do no wrong. All the numbers matched up. All the signatures signed. All the ‘I’s dotted and the ‘T’s crossed.
But this was personal to me. My husband, Deeter, died of the New Plague in 2068.
I was away in Canada on a reporting job about the proposed annexation when I heard the news. They didn’t even let me see the body. There was no funeral. I couldn’t afford it. His parents lived in Germany, and mine in Sweden, and there was no use trying to get any of them on a plane with the government travel restrictions. I tried to send a message back there about his death, but I’m not sure they ever got it. Knowing what I know now, they probably intercepted any message with his name.
I exhausted every lead I could think to search in the archives. This meant I had two choices: move on to something considerably less dangerous, or follow the only real lead I had: Deeter.
I knew something was wrong from the very moment I called AVR Medical. When I said Deeter’s name, the nurse on the other line went silent. The doctor I spoke with skirted my questions and said Deeter had died of external hemorrhaging and suffocation. I demanded to see his medical records, demanded to know where his body had gone. But the only thing he could say was that it had been sent to a biomedical center for research into a cure for the Plague. They didn’t need to specify which “center” he’d been sent to, because I’d been there several times covering news reports of medical revolutions discovered there.
The West-Tek Research Facility, just north of Huntersville.
Two months ago, just before the sun went down, I got in my car and drove. I don’t know what I intended to do when I got to the facility, as there was no doubt the highest security imaginable: cameras, electronic turrets, guards, probably even dogs for all I knew. All I had was the ProSnap camera in my shoulder bag. I didn’t even bring my reporter’s badge because I knew if I were detained, the Herald would face serious consequences for my actions. The road to West-Tek through Huntersville was closed due to quarantine, so I drove around Whitesprings to get there.
I arrived just before the front office’s closing time. I would have preferred to face a firing line of Chinese soldiers than walk into this place, if only for the fact that the Chinese would end me swiftly. But the only thing driving me was my beloved Deeter. Whether he was alive or dead, I would find him.
There were guards outside the office, and they eyed me with suspicion. I was right about the dogs. But my camera was hidden in my bag, and I kept my head upright and continued walking. Confidence. That was the key. The automatic doors opened, and I strode right up to the reception desk, where I saw a young woman standing, filing papers.
“Welcome to West-Tek!” she said cheerfully. “How can I help you?”
I stammered, and said something stupid about performing inspections of the emergency sprinkler systems.
“May I check your bag? It’s just routine, to make sure you don’t bring in anything that could contaminate the labs!”
My heart sank, but I handed her my bag. She dug into it, no doubt saw my camera, and her eyes widened. I knew in that moment I was as good as dead. But then her expression returned to sugary and cheerful.
“Ah, Doctor Forsythe!” she said, returning my bag to me. “Doctor Landis will be so pleased to see you’ve come a day early. Here’s your electronic pass. Now, be sure to wear it everywhere you go in the building! Wouldn’t want any accidents to happen, now, would we?”
She then hustled me towards the door beside the desk.
“If you head straight down this hallway, take a left, then a right, you’ll find yourself in the hydroponics lab. From there, take a right and you’ll be exactly where you should be. Most of the staff have gone home for the day, so you shouldn’t have any interruptions at all.”
She didn’t seem perturbed that I said nothing in return. Her cheery disposition melted when she handed the pass to me. She turned back to her papers at the reception desk, filed them, grabbed her purse, and practically booked it out the front doors. I couldn’t believe it. She was just waiting for someone with a camera to come striding into the building. I never caught her name, and I don’t know what happened to her. I can only hope she escaped safely. If I see her again, I’m going to throw her a champagne party.
I followed the directions she’d given me, and what I saw amazed me; I’d never seen any of the crops they were growing inside that lab. The corn looked rotten, gourds of all sizes and colors grew in planters. And frankly, I didn’t want to know what the disgusting tomato-looking plants were.
I took a right from the lab, walked up a ramp, and stepped into a vast room that smelled of ammonia and sulfur. It was then I saw the tanks. The liquid inside the uncovered tanks glowed a sickly green color as if made of radiation. Making sure no one was around, I took several shots of the tanks and moved on. Most of the facility was a maze of machinery, and I didn’t quite know where to go next. I descended another ramp and stepped through an automatic door that led to a stairwell. Cautious for any sounds or movement, I found myself on the second floor in front of two large doors with a terminal beside it.
I know nothing about working with computers. Besides word processors, of course. But I knew how to turn a terminal on, so I did. It called for a password, and I thought I didn’t have one. But then I remembered the badge. On the back was a long string of letters and numbers. I knew that if this was wrong, the entire facility would go on alert and know exactly where I was. My fingers were trembling as I typed the keys, and I had to backspace a few times. But it worked. The doors opened.
What I saw then I’ve only imagined in my most horrible nightmares. Inside glowing green tanks floated giant abominations that looked human but misshapen, with green skin and muscles like a twisted professional bodybuilder. I took as many pictures as I could.
I snuck further into the labs (avoiding the tanks) and found myself in a hallway lined with experiment rooms complete with what I assumed were one-way windows. Inside most of them were dead monstrosities. I couldn’t tell if they were actively rotting or if they simply looked that way. The terminal beside the door gave me a name: Sheila Dauber from Huntersville. I crossed the hallway and looked at another terminal: Thomas McDevitt from Huntersville. There was practically no difference between female and male, if they were indeed the test subjects.
I knew the New Plague had struck that town pretty hard, and that West-Tek and the feds had been sent to give aid. I never could have imagined what West-Tek was actually doing to them.
I looked through one of the rooms and saw a holotape sitting on the table. I grabbed it. The audio on that tape is, well… It’s graphic. I can’t imagine anyone willingly performing tests like these on other human beings, other Americans. It’s included for you to review. I’d say destroy it after you’ve dictated it, but you might need some kind of proof besides a sheet of paper. I can’t advise you either way.
I continued further, hearing nothing but the sound of electronics and bubbling tanks. That is, until I happened upon a larger experimentation room. I peered through the glass and saw something incomprehensibly terrible. A formless blob, limbs coming out in all directions, no head that I could see. It rolled around on the floor aimlessly, and I could hear its rasping breath over the room’s intercom.
I took a picture, but I think it saw the flash through the one-way window. If it even had eyes to see. It made gurgling sounds as if its mouth were pressed flat upon the ground, and it rolled over until a disturbing orifice appeared.
I then heard a sound I’ll never forget for the rest of my life, an echo that I will take to my grave.
The thing said my name.
And it had Deeter’s voice.
Although the experimentation room had a terminal beside the door, I didn’t dare turn it on to read the name. A choice that will forever haunt me.
I regret that my investigation ended there. I panicked, retracing my steps as I began to hyperventilate. I saw one staff member in hydroponics working late, and I’m pretty sure he got a look at me as I strode past him. He didn’t say anything, though, and I managed to maintain my nerves long enough to give the guards my “Doctor Forsythe” pass and walk to my car.
I didn’t know where to go after that. I couldn’t return home; they had my face on camera. I couldn’t go to the Herald with my camera and that holotape; they were too close to the government, too close to West-Tek. And who’s going to believe a junior reporter with fuzzy images and a doctored holotape?
Look, I know the group you belong to. It doesn’t matter to me. I can only hope that you’ll believe me and spread the word about West-Tek’s evil. Those tanks of green glowing liquid created those creatures and turned my husband into something utterly inhuman. Huntersville is being harvested to create these monsters. And who knows what else they have in store for us? For all we know, they might have even created the New Plague in the first place as an excuse to kidnap people and experiment on them.
Please tell America about West-Tek. Don’t let the world forget about Deeter Stelzner. I can’t tell you my location, but I will try to contact you again soon. There are others like me in hiding with more evidence of West-Tek’s horrors. But I’m sure you know that already.
This is real. It’s happening now. And America is too blinded by war and patriotism to see it.
I have a problem: I like skipping places in the stories I’m writing. This would be a creative thing to do if I had a plan for what was going to happen when I returned to write the missing gap. And for the most part, do know what I’m going to do to bridge this particular gap and end part one. I just have yet to get to it.
Would you believe I have about 230 pages more after the missing gap between parts one and two?
I also wonder to myself why I continued writing this story when so many of my other stories die a page or two into their creation (or 120, as is Alyssum). I just had a really fun time writing Lenn and Ian’s characters, and then later on what would happen with the slow addition of family members. For example, with Chris and Aaron, I really planned to include them more in the daily life. But considering how Chris ‘bounced’ into the room without knowing Lenn’s condition, and that the whole idea of keeping him safe and keeping him secret (in an unspoken way) would be by not coming over often. Maybe I should add more details that Ian would leave to hang out with them in between Lenn resting.
And how’s that for a writer’s coincidence that Lenn is saved by the same family that has housed Xande, his wife’s long-dead brother? Writers are magicians sometimes in hiding their most egregious coincidences as simple events, much better than I can come up with. Oh, and the reason Xande outright decks Lenn in the face? This is a detail I need to add with more emphasis: he didn’t just say “I married your sister”, he didn’t just say “we had sex and had a baby together”. Iatnasi is a very plain language. It’s basically a word that simply and graphically describes the process. Think of it as the word ‘fuck’ that has an even stronger connotation that is nearly never used in such a small and tightly-knit community. Never mind that Lenn has no qualms about saying ‘vysht‘ when he gets mad enough (essentially ‘shit’).
Another thing I keep trying to do: after 540 pages of writing, I tried to come up with an even more serious reason for Xande and the village to hate Lenn. What I’ve described just doesn’t seem enough to me, but I’ve put the poor guy in enough pain and probably need a second opinion. So yeah, unless you’ve been leading the narrative along with a carrot, don’t put bombshells on page 500. It even felt tacky to me, and that’s saying something.
So yeah, I have more writing to do. But it’s been a lot of fun, and I’m glad it’s out there now. I have a gap to write, and then I can put more out there without losing anyone.
I then experienced something else I hadn’t before: I became a taskmaster to two Iatvi the size of trees; I still don’t know how creatures such as they had the boundless energy they did. Bouncing back and forth around Ian’s room, both Aaron and Chris dove down to the ground and jumped up and down to get the room into order, all with me seated in the center of the room on the chair. Within half an hour, Ian’s room was fairly spotless, and they mercifully let me leave the room as Aaron hauled in the vacuum to suck away the crumbs and dust.
I sat in the kitchen with Chris at my side, watching the sound of the angry machine as Aaron yanked the cord further into the room every few moments. I held onto my remaining crutch as the boy beside me examined what remained of the other. Try as I might, I could not find the screws and bolts that held the lower center bar, so they were no doubt in the innards of the vacuum by then.
“I hope Uncle James can fix it. Are you sad?”
“A little,” I said. “But I’m sure he can.”
“Aaron won’t get in trouble from Uncle James, will he?”
“Well? What am I going to tell him? I couldn’t bend it like that on my own.”
“I dunno, tell him it, uh… that it fell into a-ah-ah-AH!”
When his voice peaked, I almost shut my ears from the volume. Chris had reared up as if someone had put ice down his back.
“Eee! It tickles!”
Before I could ask, I saw a curly-haired boy emerge above Chris’s shoulder. Juni. Grasping the Iatvi by the shirt, the Iatili’s face curled in concentration as it seemed that the surface upon which he climbed actively resisted his every handhold. With calculated intent and amusement (or was it vengeance?), Juni reached his hand to the side of Chris’s neck and flexed his fingers. Chris immediately giggled and scrunched his neck against it. Juni then used the distraction to grab hold of Chris’s blond hair and continue climbing upwards.
“Get down from there!” I shouted. He ignored me. Chris continued to giggle. No help from him.
“Ot Iatvi ne vah… kaldtol!” Juni grunted, emerging upon the top of Chris’s head and sitting down. “Ot Iatvi vah kanisi!”
This Iatvi isn’t too strong. This Iatvi is a little baby.
“Neh vah dakasi,” I shouted up at him. “Angah lai krunikar lia cadani!”
You’re not right. He can smash you in a second!
“What are you saying?” Chris laughed, lifting his hands up to surround the boy atop his head.
“No, kani!” Juni said, his head swiveling back and forth with his arms outstretched in both offending directions. “Don’t… don’t touch me!”
“It’s a little late for that, Juni,” I said with concern. “Chris, please don’t hurt him. Be very gentle!”
Chris paused, his hands mere inches from engulfing the teenager in his hair.
“Oh…” the boy paused. “I thought it was Charsi.”
“No, Chris, she’s still very afraid of you. But Juni is a bit of a thrillseeker.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means he likes to climb up to places he shouldn’t.”
“Lenn!” Juni said, his voice cracking. “Ile lai neh ke vudah!”
“What did he say?”
“I’m not sure,” I lied with a slight upswing in my throaty voice. “But I’m pretty sure he shouldn’t be asking me for help.”
Chris’s hands encompassed the Iatili, his thumbs and forefingers pinching playfully, no doubt hoping to grab something. Juni let out a cry, and from my perspective, it appeared as though he was indeed trying to protect himself from ten wiggling digits. But it was no use. The Iatvi’s hands grasped him around his chest, and down he came, tugging and thrashing about. Juni didn’t scream, but he did tell the boy to release him, threatening him with several words a boy his age should not say… all in Iatnasi, fortunately.
“You talk funny,” Chris said, his booming voice able to drown out Juni’s cursings. Just as he had with me, he lightly swung Juni’s thrashing legs back and forth. And when it seemed Juni would succeed and slip through Chris’s hands to freedom, Chris simply recaptured him by grabbing hold of his leg and waist as if he were some puppet… upside down. He even rotated Juni around to look him in the face, despite the fact that he held onto something as flexible and kicking as a flopping worm.
“Juni, calm down!” I said. “Relax! Like you said, vah kanisi. If you speak English, he’ll do what you say.”
Juni slightly slowed his struggling as his face became bright red, looking up (or down) at Chris’s bright and curious face.
“Neh janeris… er, you won’t… you won’t eat me, will you?”
I laughed out loud, as did Chris.
“No way! That would be yucky!”
“But… but your teeth are so… sharp and white…”
Chris appeared puzzled.
“Oh, stop fooling around,” I said. “They’re just regular teeth. You had the same when you were little.”
Chris brought Juni close and gave a wide smile. Of course, this made Juni shout in horror.
“Be careful with him, Chris, please,” I said, raising my voice above Juni’s. Chris nodded at me and held Juni outstretched in his hands.
“Why… are… Iatvi so…” Juni growled, pushing and shoving against the fingers that held his middle. At last, he dangled loose and gave up. “…ugh! Neh unti! I should be stronger than a baby!”
“I’m not a baby.”
“But you have a face like a baby,” he said, sounding more dejected than accusing. “And you’re the smallest Iatvi I’ve seen…”
“Then you haven’t seen a real baby,” Chris said. “They’re really small. Small like Lenn.”
Juni was obviously uncomfortable in more ways than one.
“Can you… put me down, please?” he asked weakly.
Chris pouted a bit.
“But I want to hold you.”
I laughed, and they both looked at me.
“Put him back on your head, Chris,” I told him, pointing to my own. “I want to see him climb back down.”
“But I don’t want…” Juni whispered. “Uh… Uhh, if, i-if you promise not to grab me again, kanisi.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It, uh… it means…”
“I’ll tell you later, Chris,” I said, not wanting to push the ‘baby’ language. “Go ahead, put him up there.”
Chris gave a great big nod, and placed the Iatili back in his hair like a crown. He was already laughing when he released his grip on Juni, so when Juni swung himself down by the long blond hair and crawled hold-by-hold to the floor, he giggled and squirmed as Juni descended.
“Do it again! Do it again!” Chris said cheerfully as Juni joined me. Before I could say anything, Juni replied, his breathing a bit heavy as he leaned upon his knees.
“I… I can’t. Dev… er, sorry.”
“Just wanted to see if you were stronger than a five-year old Iatvi, huh Juni?”
“Five and a half,” Chris said, holding up the subsequent fingers (and bent finger).
“Uh-huh. Climbing Iatvi is hard. Xande says I shouldn’t do it, but… lodsatol. I think it’s fun. Eliza is real tall, and I’ve only reached the top of her head once without seeing me.”
“Without seeing you? Or feeling you?” I stared at him. “How did you do that?”
“She was wearing a… a coat, sia,” he said.
“She got mad at you, didn’t she?”
“Soooo mad,” Juni said with a big grin on his face.
A giant finger descended and gently tapped Juni on the shoulder. The teenager swung around hard, expecting the worst. Instead, an extended hand hovered in front of him. Above that was a surprisingly sensitive expression.
“I’m sorry I scared you and Charsi. I’m going to be nice to you.”
Juni stood there staring at the giant boy for a moment before realizing that Chris seemed sincere. He didn’t lift his hand so much as limply hang it forwards, and Chris took it in between his thumb and forefinger.
“Um…” Juni whispered. “I’m… I’m okay, but… say sorry to Charsi. She was crying.”
“Uh-huh. I will.”
Juni took a seat on the floor beside me, not as wary of the young ka as I thought he might be. His nerves returned, however (and mine), when a very loud click-click-clank emerged from Ian’s room, followed by the vacuum squealing to a halt.
“Uh-oh,” came the quick reply.
“What happened?” Chris shouted.
There was a pause.
“I… I think I sucked up a lego. Or… a few.”
Juni and I waited as we heard a ker-thunk, and then a click, followed by the loudest clank-clank-clank I’d ever heard. All three of us in the kitchen shut our ears at the noise. It only lasted a moment, however, but a shout from Ian’s room outlasted it.
“Ah…” Aaron said. “I don’t think I can vacuum anymore.”
After a moment, we all heard the vacuum being placed on the ground, and Aaron stepped out into the hallway with a frustrated look.
“That’s why I hate vacuuming my…“
Juni and Aaron locked eyes. My young Iatili friend slid closer to me as Aaron slowly approached. Aaron didn’t remain on his feet long; he knelt down on his arms and knees, remaining on the carpet out of his arm’s reach of us.
I patted the boy on the back as he gathered his courage.
“You didn’t hurt me. But you could have hurt my sister, and you made her cry. Don’t do that again.”
“I won’t, I promise,” Aaron said with a nod. “I didn’t know what I did until I did it… er, that doesn’t make sense. I mean, it was wrong what I did. But it was worse that I fought with Chris. I really could have hurt Lenn. Can I apologize to Charsi?”
“No,” Juni said flatly. “Don’t bother her.”
“But what if I just sat in front of the door?” He paused for a moment. “I won’t open it, and she doesn’t have to say anything back. I just want to talk to her.”
Juni nearly shook his head, but instead he looked at me.
“That would be okay, wouldn’t it?” I asked him.
“Vah kal odanara ysde…” Juni said to me.
He’s going to scare her again…
I shrugged. Worry filled Aaron’s deep-green eyes as his gazed jumped across both of us. I turned back to Aaron and pointed at him.
“We’ll sit right here. Don’t open the door. Go sit and say what you want to say.”
Aaron slowly stood to his feet and strode past us, giving Juni and I a look before sitting himself down in front of the guest room door. We three watched him.
“Um…” Aaron said, lightly clearing his throat. He gently knocked on the door. “Charsi?”
I didn’t hear anything. I’m sure no one else could either.
“I promise I won’t open the door, I just wanted to say, um… that I’m sorry I picked you up and scared you so bad. It was wrong. And I feel horrible. You needed someone to protect you, and I did the opposite.”
I studied his posture as he searched for the right words to come into his mind. He didn’t appear confident in the least, but he didn’t look over at me for guidance. He simply stared at the door as he spoke.
“I think it’s really cool that you live with Eliza. She’s my favorite cousin. Oh, except for Ian, I guess. I wish I knew you and Juni a long time ago, maybe we would be friends. I mean, unless you still want to be friends.” He paused for a moment. “I get it if you don’t. I just don’t want you to think I don’t care. I do. What I did wasn’t right. And it isn’t Lenn telling me to say these things, I really care. I don’t know you and Juni really well, but… we’re family now, right?”
I looked at Juni. He appeared apprehensive, of course. But he didn’t react.
“It’s my job to protect you,” Aaron said, almost whispering at the door. “And I didn’t. I’m sorry for making you cry. I’m sorry for fighting with Chris in front of you. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“If Chris and I forget, I’ll have Juni stab us with a needle or something.”
Aaron continued to gently talk to the guest room door as I turned my attention to the boys that sat beside me.
“Huh?” Juni replied, a bit dumbfounded. “What did he say?”
“Angah lai fordir kani Iatvi seli cardelsa,” I said. “Li damaen.”
You can stab the boys with a needle if they fight.
Juni’s eyes went wide.
A grin then appeared, and he quietly laughed.
“Huh,” he said next. “Li namenaren, wandaran. Ven lunesi.”
If they’re sure, I will. They’re strange.
“Of course they’re strange,” I said. “They’re human.”
“Don’t stab me,” Chris said softly, pulling himself away from us. “I won’t fight. I promise.”
“It’s just a joke, Chris. Don’t worry. We’re not that mean.”
Chris processed the thought and gave us a huge smile.
“I go to school,” Aaron said. “Is Lenn gonna teach you? That would be so cool. I don’t know much, but maybe I could help. I know Ian does. I’m scared for Ian, but I know he’ll be all right with you and everybody here. I… feel bad that I broke Lenn’s crutch. I’ll try to help him, but I think you and Juni are probably better at it than me.”
He suddenly popped up.
“Oh! Charsi, Chris wants to bring you some candy next time we come over. I don’t know what I can bring. I don’t really know what girls like. But I’ll find something.”
“Call Eliza and she’ll know,” I said to him.
“Yeah, I’ll call Eliza!” Aaron said, a bit louder so the little girl could hear through the door. “I hope you can forgive me. I guess I’ll, um… I hope I can see you later?”
Everything was quiet inside.
“Okay, I’m gonna go now. Mom wanted us home before noon.” He turned around. “What time is it?”
I looked around, and couldn’t see anything. Chris slid himself effortlessly on the wood floor and spotted a clock, probably the oven numbers.
“10:42,” Chris said.
“It may be a good idea for you to go home a bit early. I know you might not want to, but we don’t know when Ian is going to be home.” I folded my arms. “Do you think your parents or other family will come to see him?”
“I bet Mom and Dad want to.” He chuckled. “They talk a lot.”
“Can we come play later?” Chris asked.
“Not today,” Aaron said before me. “If we come with Mom and Dad, they’re gonna hear us and Lenn and Juni. We’ve gotta keep them a secret.”
“Oh,” Chris said with a nod. “Yup.”
“If you do come over,” I said. “Just make sure no one comes in the guest room.”
A thought arose in my head.
“But don’t look like you’re guarding the guest room. Just be natural and don’t come in.”
Aaron laughed at me.
“We’ll keep it on the down-low.”
I tilted my head. I hadn’t heard that phrase before. But I could ask later.
As Juni and I returned to the guest room after the boys left, we climbed up to the top of the bed to find a very pensive Charsi. Her tears had dried, and it was apparent that she had much to consider. Juni asked her how she was, and Charsi responded with a single word. Beyond this, she did not speak. After a moment, she climbed to the edge of the bed’s folded blanket, crawled beneath to the pillow below, and appeared to fall asleep. I didn’t have the heart to check if she had.
Juni, still restless, explored every inch of the guest room, climbing up and down the bed sheets until he wore himself out. When he discovered that the television controller was sitting upon the side table, he flung himself from the bed and turned it on by pressing his foot upon the power button. I told him he could only watch as long as we knew we were alone in the house, and he assured me he did this at Eliza’s all the time. He soon discovered, much to his dismay, that this television’s collection of shows were limited compared to Ian’s or the downstairs. So he settled for the least uninteresting ‘channel’ (as he called it): a sporting match of something called ‘golf’.
The red-colored time under the television red somewhere around 4:30 what we heard the front door open. That was our signal to hide. All three of us descended from the bed and hid ourselves in the dark under the bed and between it and the side table. Nothing appeared to be approaching us. We heard Iatvi talking, with voices that we did not recognize. We were nervous at first, especially since we heard a few young voices along with the older. But no great beings entered the room until all voices ceased.
This is not to say that being in the dim shadow wasn’t incredibly boring. Charsi continued her silence, sitting against the wall. I sat next to her with my remaining crutch beside me on the floor. And Juni chewed on his nails and tried to sit still, at first. Soon, he was bouncing up and down, climbing the bed sheets again. I scolded him as he approached the top. So, since he couldn’t go up, he decided to go side to side, as far as I allowed him.
Charsi and I fell asleep until the late afternoon. I’m not sure what Juni decided to do during the time. I woke to realize that Charsi had rested her head against my shoulder. As I woke, so did she. She realized what she had done and tried to apologize. I just fluffed her hair and laughed. I looked over, and Juni had curled up in the darkness beneath the bed.
It was soon after we woke up that we heard footsteps. To our horror, the guest room door parted.
“Kids?” said a voice.
“Oh,” I whispered. “Hi James.”
After a few seconds, I hauled myself up to the surface, followed by Jun and Sisi. James had knelt down before the bed, no doubt helping the kids not be as nervous when being so close to the giant Iatvi.
James looked very tired. I rarely saw him wear casual clothing. This time, it added to the exhaustion I saw in his face.
“How are you all?”
“I’m fine!” Juni said. Charsi nodded in agreement.
“How is Ian?” I asked. “Please tell me he’ll be all right. Aaron said that boy damaged Ian’s brain. Is that true?”
“Yes, that’s true,” James said, with no anger in his voice. “You can recover from a concussion with time, though. Ian will need a lot of rest.”
“I’m going to take care of him, James,” I said. “I’ll sit right next to him, and I’ll be his messenger. Whatever he needs, I’ll make sure he gets it. Er, with your help, of course. And Catherine.”
“Us too,” Charsi said, speaking for the first time since morning. “As long as we’re here.”
“Ian is lucky to have a big brother like you, Lenn,” James said. “And cousins, right Charsi? And Juni?”
“Cousins…” Charsi said. “I like it.”
“Me too,” Juni said with a smile.
“Well, I need some rest,” James said. “If you don’t mind, I need a shower and then a very long nap.”
“How long did you stay up with Ian?” I asked.
“As long as I could. The hospital staff took good care of him, though. It’s that the bedding at the hospital was not very comfortable.”
“Oh,” I mumbled with a nod. “I see.”
“Catherine is in the shower now,” James said. “She will come take care of you as soon as she’s done. Try to think of what you would like to eat and drink, and I’m sure she can get it for you. If we have it, of course.”
“Will you have more family visiting tonight?” I took a seat on the bed, unable to commit more pressure on my leg. “Would I be able to sit next to Ian and watch over him?”
“I think we’re in the clear for now,” James said. “But Ian is filled with antibiotics and pain medication. I don’t think he’ll be waking up until tomorrow. Maybe longer.”
“I’d still like to make sure he’s okay.”
James offered me a soft smile.
“Sure, Lenn,” he replied. “I wouldn’t expect any less from you. He did the same for you, you know.”
“I know it,” I said softly. “I have to repay him.”
“We’ll stay in here,” Charsi said, touching my shoulder. “Until you come get us.”
Juni scratched his elbow.
“Huh? We will?”
“Sia,” she said. “Lenn knows how to be quiet. You don’t. And I won’t be much help either.”
Juni made a grunt.
Charsi rolled her eyes but said nothing.
“Thanks, you two,” I said. “I’ll come back in the morning. Catherine will be here to help.”
“Take care of yourself first, Lenn,” James said. “Please. Eat something before you go.”
I cast my eyes down at the bed.
“I’m not hungry,” I answered honestly. “I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t forget, kani,” James said, tapping the bed right in front of me with a burly finger. I’d taught him the word, but never thought he would use it against me. “I’m the doctor here. You’ll tell me if anything serious happens?”
“Kani, huh?” I said with a grin. “No worries. That’s my job.”
I gently opened the door in the dark, entering Ian’s room in silence. The boy’s usual snoring had been replaced with shallow breathing. Leaning on my crutch, it only took me a moment to cross the room, and only a moment more to abandon my crutch and climb up the dark-blue blanket to the top.
I followed the outline of the blanket’s edge despite blindness. I then stumbled upon something, and I steadied myself to feel the tight tendons and warm skin of a prone human hand beneath my own. I thought the boy might wake from the touch as I quickly got back to my feet. I don’t believe he did, but his breathing changed; there was no way to tell if his eyes had opened.
I continued towards his head. Around nearly the entirety of his face and his right eye, cotton wraps held his healing bones in place. If I hadn’t been told the specifics of his injuries, I might have guessed the bandages around his head held all of his skull together and not just his cheekbone.
“Ian,” I sighed with sadness in my heart. Again I wondered what kind of Iatvi would hurt my little brother like this.
With Ian’s head laid upon his pillow and close to me, I did my best not to make noise. Instead, I simply crawled up the pillow and took a seat. The air beside him was drowsy and warm, but I was determined not to fall asleep. After all, it was my duty to look after him.
For about half an hour (according to the electric light that kept time), I sat in silence, listening to Ian’s breathing. This close to him, he smelled like week-old soap, no doubt from the last time Ian had bathed before it all. My eyes became accustomed to the room slowly, and I discovered more about his bandages as they adjusted: thin cotton rounded beneath his chin and forehead, and thick pads covered his face from the right side of Ian’s hairline down to the level of his mouth. His left eye and nose were uncovered, of course. I couldn’t keep away a gnawing feeling of depression in my gut from watching Ian. I wanted to talk to him, but I knew it was best to leave him be. Catherine had said his medicine made him sleepy, so there probably wasn’t anything I could do to wake him anyway.
I cleared my throat as quietly as I could. I needed water, but I didn’t think it was worth it to return all the way to the guest room just for that. I didn’t notice anything had changed until I heard the blankets slide and felt Ian’s entire form fall sideways towards me. From that change, his hand rose and advanced on me.
I pulled myself backwards to avoid its grip. But the hand descended, Ian’s thumb pressing into my side and his fingers wrapping around my waist. For a moment, it simply held me in place, and I dared not move.
“Hi Lenn,” Ian whispered.
I looked sideways in slight panic and saw Ian’s left eye opened and looking at me. As he said my name, it sounded as though something restricted his mouth.
“Hah,” I said with a chuckle, placing my hands upon the top of Ian’s finger. “You scared me there. I thought you might shove me off the bed.”
“Huh-uh,” he said with a shake of his head.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. “Are you in pain?”
“Huh-uh,” he repeated. “I can’t talk well. I’m not s’post open my jaw.”
“I can understand you.”
For a moment, he remained silent.
“I left you and everybody alone,” he said.
“We’re all fine. We’re all tougher than we look, remember?”
Ian’s face appeared vacant.
“Don’t you worry,” I said. “You looked after me, so I’m looking after you. Whatever you need, I’ll go to Catherine and tell her. And promise me you’re going to tell me, I’m not going to hurt myself limping around. I even took my bandages off. See?”
I lowered my shirt collar and showed Ian my scar. I felt it myself, feeling the thickened healed skin that crossed my neck.
“Nice,” he whispered.
“I’m glad that you’re okay. I cried when Catherine told me what happened, you know.”
“I thought I’d lost my little brother. I felt useless, just like always. But I refuse to be useless anymore.”
I saw the boy nod, feeling his fingers tighten and loosen around me.
“I’m really happy you’re here.”
“I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I’m glad that… you’re glad.”
I got the not-so-slight impression at that moment that he might not have been fully awake. I held in a laugh.
“Hey, you said something over the phone when you were in the hospital. Do you remember what you said?”
“Hmm,” he hummed. “Huh-uh.”
“Catherine told me you might not remember. You told me you loved me. Is that true?”
“I said that?”
I wasn’t sure if he was pensive or embarrassed. Or just out of it.
“I guess I meant it.”
“Well, I mean it back,” I said lightly. “Silly kani.”
I felt Ian’s fingers loosen.
“Get some sleep,” I told him. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re… not gonna sleep?”
“I’ll try not to. I’ve gotta be here for you, if you need something.”
Ian nodded in the affirmative.
“Where’s Charsijuni,” he slurred.
“They’re in the guest room. They’re excited to see you when you wake up.”
He didn’t say anything else. I waited a moment in case he would.
Nothing. I waited for five seconds.
“Ian, please let go of me.”
Nothing. I waited five more seconds.
At first I thought I might need to slide myself out lest he should dream about fistfighting.
“Ngh,” I whispered, digging my hands into the pillow and sliding backwards. My feet neared the space underneath Ian’s pinky when his hand opened and reclosed around my waist. I sighed. At first, his heat really made me sweat. But since I wasn’t going anywhere, even if that had been the plan, I relaxed, stretching my arms out.
I promised Ian I would stay up to watch him, but by the time the clock read 3:20 AM, I could no longer keep my eyes open. I “rested” them. But, naturally, they only stopped resting when the sun rose.
“Uh,” I whispered, waking to the morning light through the window. I wiped my eyes and attempted to lift myself up.
Ian’s hand hadn’t moved. I growled.
His heat and mine were more or less the same, equalizing during the night. But that wasn’t the point; I had to get out and drink water very soon.
Squirming my way out all at once hadn’t worked. So maybe moving each finger at a time would help. Prying Ian’s index finger out from my side, I bent it flat over my lap. I did the same with his middle finger and ring finger. His pinky, however, was out of my reach. Maybe it would be enough.
A little bit at a time, I slid myself out. A little more with each scoot backwards. This time, my bare feet slid under his pinky. So close…
Then Ian’s whole hand came sliding upwards on me again, grasping me as if nothing had changed. And tighter this time.
“Oof. Ian. Ian, wake up, please.”
Then the fingers really squeezed, lifting me off of Ian’s pillow and into the air.
Ian spun me around and held me with both hands as he flipped from his side to his back. From my vantage right over his chest, I could truly see the white gauze bandages wrapped around his head.
“Morning,” he said.
“You know you had your hand wrapped around me all night.”
“You make a good blanket,” I said. “But I wasn’t sure if you were going to squish me in your dreams or something.”
“Oh,” Ian said, a frown only visible over his left eye. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Your medicine really knocked you out,” I said. ”Didn’t it?”
“Uh-huh. I’m really tired.”
“I can tell. I couldn’t wake you back up last night.”
“I was awake last night?”
“Um. Yes, you were.”
His single eye swiveled around for a moment.
“Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah. I was. You told me about the hospital, that I said…”
Ian frowned a bit.
I lifted an eyebrow.
Ian transferred me into a single hand, and I lost breath as his thumb pressed into my stomach. The boy rubbed his eye and attempted to yawn.
“Oww,” he whispered. “That hurts.”
Ian’s eye closed as his hands gathered together around my chest again, allowing me to breathe.
“You remember, don’t you,” I said.
I watched him for a moment to see who would break first.
Ian’s eye blinked.
“You gonna say it again? Out loud and in person?”
His lips pouted.
“You know what.”
I saw Ian smile.
“Why?” Ian chuckled. “I don’t have to.”
“Yes, you do. I have to hear you say it and mean it.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I guess we’re not brothers.”
“I like this medicine you’re taking,” I said with a grin. “Maybe I’ll make you say more embarrassing things.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” the boy said, bringing me closer to his face. “I love you, okay? There. I said it.”
“Not so hard, huh?” I said, more serious. “You’re one of two people who’s ever said that to me.”
“Who was the first?”
“Aria, of course.”
For a moment, Ian looked towards his bedroom door. Then he attempted to lift himself to sit up with a groan.
“No, no no, down, kani, down,” I said, tapping his skin as he trembled. “You lay back down. You’re not moving today.”
“Ian, you listen to me. Ian, you-”
But Ian had already dropped his feet to the floor. He wore what I’d managed to glimpse him wearing the night before, a soft brown button-down shirt and his pajama bottoms.
“Where’s Juni and Charsi?” he asked, lifting me to his eye level.
“They’re probably still-”
“They’re waiting for you, hun,” said a voice from beyond Ian’s door. Catherine poked her head in. “Hello Lenn, you didn’t stay up all night, did you?”
“I tried to,” I said as Ian turned me around. “Didn’t last. Turns out Ian didn’t need anything but sleep.”
“My face hurts,” Ian said with a whine.
“I’ll bet. I don’t want you staying up for very long today, Ian. Let’s see if you can have one of your smoothies before you see everybody, okay?”
“Yeah.” He turned me back around to look at me. “I gotta go to the bathroom. Want me to carry you after?”
“No, I’ll be okay on the ground,” I said, pointing down. “I’ve got my crutch.”
“Huh? One? What happened to your other one?”
“Aaron stepped on it. And me, almost. He scared Charsi pretty bad.”
Ian’s eye sparked with anger and he grit through his teeth.
“What! He’s so stupid! Did you tell Mom? He doesn’t get to come over again until-”
“Ian, Ian,” I said, laying my hands against the tightening force around me. “Everything’s okay. I already talked to him, and he apologized to Charsi. Don’t be mad at him, he knows what he did was wrong. There’s no need to make it a big problem.”
Ian’s face softened into something distant.
“I knew something would happen if they were here without me. I have to protect you, Lenn.”
“I told Aaron that was his job, too. All three of you. You can talk about it when they come over, but promise me you won’t be angry at him. Promise me.”
“Fine. I promise.”
“Ian?” I heard from inside as I parted the door. A teenage face looked downwards. “Oh. Hi Lenn. Where’s Ian?”
“He’s coming. We still have water, right?”
“Is he wearing bandages?” Charsi asked.
“Yep, he is,” I said, leaning my crutch against the wall next to the bed. With some effort and an offered hand from Juni, I rose to the top fairly winded. I spoke in Iatnasi: “I will never get used to the size of human homes.”
“This house is enormous,” Juni said with a nod. “So much bigger than Eliza’s place. Sometimes Eliza’s home can feel small, but Ian’s home hasn’t yet.”
“I see the green grass outside, too,” Charsi said. “I would love to play out in the flowers. Do you think we can? It’s so beautiful out there.”
“You’ll have to ask Catherine,” I said, stepping over to the water bowl. I took several handfuls before wiping my chin.“I’ve gone out a few times. The Petersen’s have a giant fence that keeps other humans from looking in, but Ian has told me it still might be a bit dangerous.”
“I’m so tired of danger, danger, danger!” Juni said with a shout, flopping to the bed on his back. “I’m tired of Xande telling me to stay inside! I wish I could do what I want. Why aren’t other humans like Aunt Catherine and Ian and Uncle James and Eliza?”
“Would you want them to be like Aaron and Chris?” I said with a laugh.
“Well, no, but…”
“I wouldn’t mind if… they would be our friends too.”
Juni and I looked at Charsi.
“What?Sisi, you’re crazy. Yesterday you were wanting to go home, you were so scared. Now you want to see those giants again?”
“What made you change your mind?” I asked.
Charsi sat upon the bed and pulled her knees close, adjusting the ill-fitting shirt that only barely fell over her belly button.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I heard Aaron apologize to me. I didn’t have time to think about it before Ian’s whole family came and kept us in here. He’s only a year younger than me. Maybe I would have made the same mistake. And the little boy Chris really is just a little boy. Xande and Juni fight all the time, so it’s all really the same thing, isn’t it?”
“I mean, I guess,” Juni said.
“That makes you the five year old, you know,” I said, poking the boy’s shoulder.
“Oleeeeehm,” whined Juni, pushing my hand away.
Charsi laughed, and I smiled at her.
“I like hearing you laugh, Charsi. It’s easy to be afraid, but it hurts too much.”
“I’m tired of feeling in constant danger, just like Juni. I felt constant fear at home. I finally found a place where I feel safe. You deserve to feel that way, too.”
“I’d like that,” she said. “One place to call home is nice, but two is better.”
“Hey Sisi?” Juni asked, pointing at one of the two plastic bags a few inches away. “Can I have one of your fruit snacks?”
“No,” Charsi said quickly. “Eliza gave you a whole bag. Eat your own.”
“I only have the yellow ones left,” Juni groaned. “I hate those.”
“What else did Eliza pack for you in there?” I asked.
“Oh, I’ll show you,” Charsi said, crawling towards her plastic bag. Most of the bag held her bedding, neatly folded from the night before. She dove in and pulled out an even smaller plastic bag filled with interesting odds and ends. “Eliza gave us these when we started living with her.”
She produced a set of metal objects that fit perfectly in my hand about the size of a human trowel. I recognized what they were right away, but Charsi pointed them out to me as she handed me each.
“A fork, a knife, and a spoon. Eliza made us promise that we would clean them every time we used them. Then…”
Next was a folded white cloth, very thin and soft.
“This is my towel.”
“Easier to use than a human washcloth?”
“Sia,” she said. “Eliza’s washcloths are too thick. You have to bury yourself and roll around on them to get dry.”
I laughed, as did Juni.
“Rolling around is fun, though!”
“Unless you need to get dressed fast!”
Charsi set that aside, and pulled out tan fabric sewn together with black yarn.
“Sia, they aren’t good for walking in the rain, but they’re comfy when it gets cold.”
“Walking in the rain?” I asked. “I thought you never went outside.”
“Eliza doesn’t like it,” Juni said. “So… we don’t tell her. Xande takes us out some nights to practice sneaking around.”
“But never ever during the day,” Charsi said with a finger raised, as if she’d memorized the phrase. “You won’t tell her, will you?”
“I don’t know…” I said with a sing-song tone. “What kind of fruit snacks do you have in there?”
Charsi looked legitimately surprised.
“Yeah! And give me a red one!” Juni added, rolling to his side.
“No!” Charsi said with a laugh. “That’s not fair! You’re supposed to be nice, Lenn!”
I heard a soft bump behind the door, something the kids did not seem to notice. I looked over for a split second, and saw a shadow.
“I am super nice,” I said in English. “But when there’s candy involved, I don’t know if I can keep a secret.”
There was a long pause. Charsi suddenly became sullen.
“You’re not… actually going to tell her, are you?”
“No, of course not,” I said. “Don’t be silly.”
Juni and Charsi melted, thoroughly eased.
“But don’t tell Ian about our little secret,” I said. I watched the shadow. It crept forwards a bit.
“Huh? What secret?”
“You know,” I said, covering my mouth. “When we called Catherine two nights ago, when Ian was at the hospital.”
Jun and Sisi stared at me. The shadow quivered.
“Ian doesn’t remember what he said because of the medicine he took.” I pointed at my head. “Remember what he said to me? It was super silly.”
“Huh-uh,” Juni shook his head. “What? What did he say?”
“I don’t remember anything silly.”
“Sure you do,” I said, raising my voice just a bit. “It’s when he said that he-”
“Nee-neeno no no,” Ian said, emerging from the kitchen with a half-filled glass in one hand. Juni sat up with a jolt and Charsi took my arm. Ian’s one eye crashed on me. “No no, ha, um. Uh, I mean, um, hi Juni, hi Charsi.”
I gave him a wild grin. He noticed it immediately, and I haven’t yet seen a better mixture of emotions displayed on half a face.
“Ian,” Juni whispered, standing to his feet and pointing as Ian took a seat on the floor before us. “Your bandages!”
“Jun, don’t point,” Charsi said, parting the hair from her eyes. “It’s not polite.”
“I’m not,” he replied, taking a quick glance back before sitting back down. “I’m just surprised.”
“All wrapped up, aren’t you?” I asked.
“The doctor said I should be healed in six to eight weeks,” he said. “After that, I’ll be okay.”
“That’s it?” Charsi asked. “From having your cheek broken?”
“Uh-huh. That’s why the doctor put metal screws and a mesh in, to keep the bones in place.”
“Screws?” Juni asked. “Big screws?”
“Nah, really little ones,” Ian said, pinching his fingers close.
“What’s a mesh?” Charsi asked.
“It’s, uh… A small sheet of metal. With holes in it?”
“Are you going to have a really big cool-looking scar like I do?” I asked.
Ian shook his head and took a small swallow from the straw in his glass.
“They only did two cuts, one next to my eyebrow and one below my eyelid.”
All three of us on the bed pondered that for a moment.
“Wait, your eye?” Charsi asked. “What does your eye have to do with your cheekbone?”
Ian’s lips formed a small smile as he swallowed.
“That’s where they did the surgery, through those cuts.”
He pointed from where his eyebrow lay hidden behind the bandage and down to his cheek.
“Are you serious?” I asked. “How does a doctor know where to put the screws from up there? And how does he screw them in?”
“With a teeny-tiny screwdriver,” Charsi laughed.
“Yup,” Ian said. “Doctors use special cameras and x-rays to make surgery easier.”
“Um…” Ian scratched his nose. “It’s radiation that can look through your skin and see your bones.”
“Eliza had x-rays on her finger when it broke,” Charsi said. “I saw her skeleton in a picture. It was kinda scary.”
“Yeah,” Ian said. “I remember that. I can’t believe you guys were living with Eliza back then.”
“If only you knew what a good kid Ian is,” I said, patting Charsi’s back. “You could have been friends for a long time.”
“What are you drinking?” Juni asked. “It smells good.”
“Strawberry smoothie,” Ian said. “Want some?”
“Yeah,” Juni said with enthusiasm, standing to his feet again.
At first, Ian offered the straw to my young Iatili friend.
“Neh, straws are hard for me to use,” Juni said. He probably could have gotten his mouth around it, but he probably would have gagged using it.
“Uh. Oh, here, this will work.”
As Ian held his finger on the end on the plastic and gathered a small drop on the end of the straw for Juni to sample, Charsi shook her head.
“Jun never stops eating.”
“I don’t either,” I said. “But I’m used to having nothing to eat at all. Juni’s a teenager, and teenagers have bottomless stomachs. You’ll be there soon.”
Charsi scrunched her nose at this news.
“Mmm!” Juni said, wiping his face with his arm. “That’s really good!”
“There might be more left, if Mom didn’t wash the blender container-thingy yet.”
Ian frowned at me and stuck his tongue out (as well as he could) with an added ‘mleh’. I copied him, and Juni copied right after me.
Monday proceeded smoothly. The kids didn’t wake up until well after the sun rose, leaving me free to roam around. Catherine helped me to some water and fruit, and then, just for fun, I asked her if I could sit in Ian’s room. She helped me, and I voluntarily played Ian’s video game myself in hopes of improving my skills. I know, imagine me, wasting time; I’ve never really done that before!
When Charsi and Juni finally woke up and discovered me playing in Ian’s room, they became as bold as me and explored the bedroom freely. I continued to play, but listened and watched the Iatili over the edge of the chair. They would murmur to each other about things they found, including books and boxes, plastic containers filled with pins and pencils, and even their miraculous discovery of a red bin beneath the bed filled with something they called “legos”. These strange multicolored blocks, cubes and squares, wheels, bars, and bolts could all be connected in a million different ways, and there were so many that they both decided to build a house for themselves. Within a few minutes, they did indeed build a little hovel they could stand up in.
Yes, Ian had said I could play while he went to school. But I never had, and now that the kids were doing so as well, I felt a tinge of guilt for invading Ian’s sanctuary. But the time passed so quickly, it wasn’t until the clock beneath the television read 1:37 PM that I realized we all might want to move our activities back to the guest room. I pressed the button on the controller that made the game disappear. I looked down at the Iatili kids.
“Hey,” I told them. “I think it’s about time to head back.”
“Back where?” Juni asked.
“The guest room,” I said, probably translating the phrase “guest room” incorrectly. “At least until Ian comes home. I don’t know how he’ll feel about all of us being in here.”
Juni and Charsi looked at each other and returned their spare blocks to the large bin.
“Okay,” Charsi said. “That’s a good idea.”
“Ian won’t care though, will he?”
“I’m sure he won’t. But let’s be sure first.”
Juni nodded back.
I descended to the floor (landing on my back for good measure), took my crutches, and together with the kids stepped into the hallway and into the kitchen. Below the banisters we heard faint music. Just as we passed the very end of the stairs, however, we heard the sound of Catherine’s voice emerge from downstairs.
I crutched backwards and the kids followed after me behind the last banister. My eyes grew wide; Catherine’s voice was not normal.
“…when did this happen?” she practically whispered, no doubt into her phone. She sounded to be on the verge of tears. “Please tell me he’s okay… Where are you now? What do I need to bring for him?”
Catherine emerged from downstairs, and her eyes caught all of our stares on her way up. Painful stress colored her complexion as she gave a weak wave, stepping around us and proceeding into Ian’s room.
For a moment, Juni, Charsi, and I simply looked at each other and listened.
“How did it happen…?” she asked. We could hear nothing of the other side of the conversation. From the sound, we heard Catherine rummage through Ian’s dresser. “Why would he do this to him? Ian never said anything about-”
“Ian?” Charsi whispered, holding her brother’s arm and looking up at me.
“Something happened,” I whispered back.
“Ian vah sulm?”
“Neh phodia,” I replied. “I don’t know.”
“What do we do?” Charsi asked.
“Follow me,” I said, crutching forwards. “Keep to the wall, Catherine might not see us.”
“You’re at Memorial, right?” Catherine asked. We didn’t need to worry about her at all; Catherine knew we were following her, confused and scared. I’ll freely admit it, I was afraid. If something had happened to my little brother, I would never forgive the Iatvi that dared lay a finger on him. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. I just need to take care of the little ones. I love you.”
I wasn’t afraid of Catherine. But I was horrified by the tears in her eyes.
“Where is Ian?” I asked her. “Someone hurt him.”
“…yes,” Catherine said, trembling.
“Don’t worry about us, Aunt Catherine,” Charsi said. “Go help Ian.”
“Come on, everyone.”
Catherine waved us on into the kitchen where she quickly prepared food and water for us. So distraught and rushed, she simply placed the plates of fruit and bread and cups of water on the floor beneath the kitchen island and disappeared into the hallway in a flash. We stood there dumbfounded until Catherine returned from her bedroom with a filled duffle bag.
“Catherine, please… what happened to Ian?” I asked.
Still trembling, she leaned down over me.
“I… I don’t know,” she said. I’m fairly certain she wasn’t telling the truth, but given the fact that none of us Iatili could have done anything but worry, it’s probably better that she didn’t. “I’ll come back as soon as I can. Though I may be gone for a while.”
“We’ll be okay. Take care of Ian for us.”
Catherine nodded and rushed out the front door, locking it behind her.
As the sun faded into dark, the general feeling between the three of us Iatili grew equally as dim. No news. No one had returned. Juni and Charsi continued building with legos in Ian’s room as I wrote down some teaching notes, but the excitement they’d shown that morning had vanished. Once their small dwelling was finished, they entered inside and talked with each other. After a while, they fell asleep, their whispers fading.
I didn’t worry about running out of food or anything ridiculous like that, although I did wonder how we were going to spend the night without any lights. Off to bed, I guessed. Once the light had gone out enough that I could no longer write, I stood up and stepped towards Ian’s bed. Although his mother always told him to, he never made it. I suppose I was grateful, as it helped me find a comfortable place to settle and rest.
“Memorial”, she said. I didn’t know where or what that was. It sounded like a place where they took dead people to “remember” them, but I threw that thought out of my mind as quickly as possible. Ian wasn’t dead, I was positive. But from Catherine’s reaction, it was obvious that he hadn’t simply tripped and sprained his ankle. If this “Memorial” was a clinic of some kind, then Ian’s situation was likely dire. I knew there was nothing I could do. Just like finding you, I could not help Ian on my own and probably never could. Even if I knew where Ian was, I wasn’t Xande; I couldn’t simply hit the streets and find him, just like I’d never be able to climb the mountain again and find you.
The thought of Ian’s pain and my hopelessness made me think of something I hadn’t realized. I could barely make it out, but behind Ian’s television and beside his dresser was a large calendar with colorful images on top and dates beneath.
July… July twenty-something.
Since the terrible night I had been thrown into the wilderness and discovered by the Petersens, it had been… five months. I couldn’t deny it. You’d already given life to our child, walked through the intense pain without me by your side. I don’t pity myself, I only regret that I couldn’t have held your hand tightly and shared your love as your eyes fell on her for the first time.
My mind floated like a branch in a river. Like always, I did not know what to do, what to think, how to remain calm. My hand rose to my bandages. The wounds still stung, but soon I wouldn’t need them.
How long would Ian require bandages?
I nearly faded off when I heard a tinkling sound from somewhere outside the room. It didn’t alert me too much until I heard the familiar sound of the front door opening.
I rose up immediately and climbed down the side of the bed. By the time I sank my feet into the carpet, Juni and Charsi had emerged from their hut, just as alert.
“Who is it?” Juni asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “Anyone with a key could be part of Ian’s family… we might not know them. Let’s stay hidden.”
The kids agreed. With my crutches beneath my arms, we all moved towards the rear of Ian’s desk and then into the blackness of the space between Ian’s bed and the wall. In the darkness, we all stood with our backs flat against plaster and paint, and listened.
The wooden floor of the kitchen creaked. No shoes. One pair of Iatvi footsteps became two. I couldn’t see their faces, but I’m sure Juni and Charsi noticed as well. I had a suspicion of who it might be at that moment, and I could only hope.
A voice. Then two voices. Light and loud.
“Stay here,” I said to the kids, scooting past them. “I have a feeling I know who is here.”
“Who?” Charsi asked.
“If I’m right, Eliza told you all about them.”
I crutched to the very edge of the desk wall, the room practically illuminated compared to how dark the hiding spot had been. Below the door was a thin slice of light from the kitchen outside, but I couldn’t see anything through it. The two Iatvi who had entered the house were busy being confused. But if I wasn’t inside the guest room, then surely this bedroom would be the next place they would check.
I was right. Four feet slowly approached Ian’s door and paused for a moment, four pillared shadows from beneath. The door silently opened, revealing a pair of Iatvi contrasted from the light behind them.
The upper light clicked on. I recognized the Iatvi immediately.
Chris stepped into the room first, wearing a bright green t-shirt and white shorts, his feet and legs bare. Aaron entered behind his brother, wearing almost the same clothing save for the color blue.
“Lennnn?” Chris sung. “Lenn, where did you go?”
“Lenn, it’s just us,” Aaron said. “Are you in here? We need to talk to you.”
Chris’s first investigation was behind Ian’s television. Aaron stopped near the chair in the center of the room and scanned around him.
I gulped. This never got easier. Slowly, I crutched out of the shadows.
“Hi boys,” I said.
Their attention immediately latched onto me.
“Lenn! There you are,” Aaron said, quickly taking a seat on the floor.
“Hi Lenn!” Chris said, a bit too excited for my liking. He came to sit down on the floor, nudging as close to me as he could (no surprise there).
“Are you okay?” Aaron asked. “Are those… crutches?”
I paused and nodded.
“They are,” I said, lifting my right one. “Aren’t they great? Your Uncle James made them for me.”
“For real?” Aaron asked. “Can I see?”
“Me too?” Chris peeped.
“Sure.” A large hand approached, and I placed my precious metal crutch in the center. “Just… be very careful with it? It’s given me a lot of freedom.”
Aaron admired it very closely for a moment, greatly approving. He passed it to Chris, who eyed it and picked at the leather strapping with his fingernail before handing it back to me.
“Okay,” I said. “Tell me you know something about Ian. We don’t know what happened.”
“Ian got really hurt today at school…” Chris began.
“Wait, ‘we’?” Aaron asked. “Do you mean Eliza’s… um, what are you called again?”
“Yeah, yeah, Iatili. Are they here? Can we see them?”
“What are their names?” Chris asked. “I want to see them too. Are they smaller than you, Lenn?”
“Hold on, hold on,” I said, raising my hands with my crutches beneath. “You’re probably scaring them right now. I don’t know if this is a good time for you to meet each other. Maybe when Catherine or Ian are here you can see them.”
“Oh. Okay,” Aaron said.
“Aww. But I’m not scary.”
“You’re a little scary.”
“Nuh-uh!” Chris said, pushing his older brother’s shoulder.
“Please, Chris, Aaron, tell me what happened to Ian. Is he hurt? Is he in a clinic? Is James with him?”
“Um… yes to everything,” Aaron said. “Except he’s at a hospital, not a clinic.”
“Some stupid guy threw a baseball bat at Ian!” Chris exclaimed.
My expression burst into shock. I knew what the sport was.
“Why would someone do that!?”
“Well, he didn’t throw it exactly,” Aaron said. “He was playing baseball with his class, and some other kid was gonna hit the ball. He hit the ball… but he let go of the bat too soon, and it hit Ian in the face.”
“And people started laughing at him!” Chris said.
“Yeah, Aunt Catherine said the mean kids all laughed at him until Ian didn’t get back up.”
“Didn’t… get back up?” I asked, my knees weak. “You don’t mean he’s…”
“No, he’s not dead or anything,” Aaron continued. “But he hasn’t woken up yet. It’s like when you told us you were in a coma, except… I’m not sure it’s exactly the same. Aunt Catherine said Ian had to have a bunch of tests done to make sure he’s all right. She said that Ian has broken bones and a concussion.”
“What’s a concussion?” I asked, barely able to breathe.
“I think it’s where your brain gets hurt.”
“His…” My throat seized up.
“But the mean guy that did it,” Chris said. “He’s been mean to Ian for a long time.”
“Yeah,” Aaron said. “Catherine and James both say that he might have done it on purpose.”
My fists barreled up on my crutch handles.
“I’d kill anyone that hurt Ian like that,” I whispered.
Aaron and Chris both shared glances and leaned backwards a bit. They obviously hadn’t expected that from me.
“…no, don’t… kill anyone, Lenn,” Chris said with a pout. “That’s not good.”
“That guy’s gonna get in serious trouble, don’t worry. If he really did it on purpose, then he’s gonna have to pay for Ian’s surgery or go to jail.”
“Surgery? He had surgery?”
“He had to have his face bones put back in the right place. Aunt Catherine said they even put in metal to hold them together.”
I couldn’t hold myself up. I’d never heard of such a thing before, and I’d never thought someone as kind and gentle as Ian could be assaulted so mercilessly by someone of his same age. I dropped my crutches and fell to the floor, and I finally knew the feelings Ian’s mother had felt hours before.
I heard Charsi’s voice behind me, and two seconds after, I felt the girl’s hands hold onto my arm; Charsi too had begun to quietly cry. I didn’t hear Juni’s voice, only his footsteps as he too joined me in front of the Iatvi boys. Blinded by tears, I simply sobbed silently for a few moments. I felt a warm force take hold of my right foot.
“Don’t be sad, Lenn,” Chris told me. “Ian’s gonna be okay.”
“Aunt Catherine said he’s gonna stay in the hospital tonight, and if everything goes right, he’ll come home tomorrow. He’ll need lots of sleep, and only eat through a straw for a while.”
“Why isn’t there anything I can do to stop these things…” I choked through breaths. “Why do these things happen? Aria, and then Ian…”
“Please, Lenn,” Charsi said, her voice dancing on the words even as she quivered. “Ian and Aria are going to be all right.”
“Yeah,” Juni responded. “Ian’s strong. And you told us Aria is strong, too.”
“That’s right,” said Aaron’s voice above me. “Ian’s tough, he’ll get better fast. Eliza called me last night and told me about your wife. I’m gonna help you search for Aria, too.”
“And me!” Chris said. “Camping will be fun!”
“We’re not just going camping,” Aaron pointed out. “We’ll be doing a lot of hiking. You can’t complain.”
“I’ll just climb on your back and you can carry me!”
“It’s more like you’re going to be carrying one of them,” Aaron said, no doubt pointing at Charsi and Juni. The Iatili kids fell silent, and I wiped my tears away in time to see the terrified looks on their faces.
“Please don’t be afraid of them, Jun, Sisi,” I said, my voice wobbly. “They’re very good boys. They’ll listen to you.”
“Uh-huh,” Aaron said, and Chris nodded along with him.
“But Chris and Aaron,” I said, sniffing. “No touching them, okay? You can poke me, but they’re off-limits unless they say you can. All right?”
“Promise.” Aaron whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Chris said, releasing my foot. “I won’t.”
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I’m just telling.”
“Aunt Catherine wanted us to come see if you needed anything,” Aaron said. “She said to tell you she didn’t mean to leave so quick and scare you. If you want, we can stay the night and make sure you don’t get lonely.”
I looked at Juni and Charsi. I knew Charsi wanted very badly to shake her head, but I said:
“What about school? What about your parents?”
“Aunt Catherine was tricky,” Aaron said with a grin. “She said she wanted someone to watch the house and clean while they were taking care of Ian, and Mom said yes as long as we promised to call her when we got here. She said we could both take a sick day. I knew exactly what Aunt Catherine was talking about.”
“I did too!”
“You did not,” Aaron grinned. “You said you were gonna miss coloring tomorrow.”
“Well, I am. I just didn’t think about Lenn.”
“Lenn, I’m scared…” Charsi whispered as quietly as she could, holding onto my arm.
Juni said nothing, but partially hid behind my back.
I tightened my lips and looked at the two Iatvi above me.
“Aaron, Chris, can you… lay down?” I asked. “Just in front of us, so you’re not quite so big.”
They did so, and soon two boys with faces as large and cheery as the full moon huddled around us, Aaron’s head laying upon his arms and Chris’s supported by his playful hands. I began to struggle to my feet when a bright set of pale fingers offered themselves to me. Juni switched sides to stand behind Charsi, and Charsi let out a small gasp.
“Thank you, Chris,” I said, leaning my arm upon his fingertips. My voice cracked; the thought of seeing Ian with metal holding his bones together shook me to my core. Once on my feet, both Aaron and Chris handed me a crutch and I propped myself up. “Thanks.”
“Did Eliza tell you about these two?” I asked Charsi at my side. She looked at Aaron in slight panic and nodded.
“Sh-she said they were small,” Juni said.
“They are kani,” I said with a pathetic laugh. “Remember how big James is?”
“Kani… Little boys?” Aaron asked.
I offered the boy a smile.
“That’s right. Although I do remember that Chris is ‘great-big’ to me.”
“Uh-huh,” Chris said. A single finger hovered towards me, and before I could lean on my crutch and wave it away, it touched the top of my head and fluffed my messy hair.
“Although… I look up at you when I do this.”
His head fell to the carpet and turned sideways. Out of a single eye, he did indeed look ‘up’ at me with a grin.
“So Ian is going to be okay?” I asked Aaron. “I mean… Is there anything I can do?”
Aaron thought for a moment.
“Well, we can’t bring you to the hospital. And you can’t… Wait, yes you can!”
He bent himself sideways and produced something from his pocket. He placed it on the floor before the three of us Iatili. it was a phone… but a very strange one. Unlike Ian’s, this phone had a hinge and folded open to reveal a keypad of numbers and a small screen.
“Let’s call Aunt Catherine,” he said, taking it in his hand and pressing a number of click-clackety keys. “We can see if Ian is awake.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
Aaron pressed a few more buttons, then placed the phone on the floor. It began letting off an electronic buzzing noise, on and off, on and off… Then, we all heard a click and slight muffle.
“Hi Aunt Catherine,” Aaron said cheerfully. “Is-”
“Hi Aunt Catherine!” Chris echoed, leaning towards the phone.
“Um,” Aaron mumbled, shoving his younger brother aside. “How is Ian doing?”
“He’s doing all right,” Catherine’s voice said through the phone, now sounding much calmer than hours before. “He’s awake. But he’s very tired from the pain medicine the nurse gave him. I’m not sure he can talk just yet.”
“That’s okay. I’m at your house, and Lenn and the little kids wanted to see how Ian is. They’re on the speaker now.”
“Oh good,” Catherine said. “Hello everyone! Are you doing all right?”
Aaron pushed the phone towards us. I could not see Catherine, but I could hear her. I much preferred face-to-face communication; I still don’t like phones to this very day.
“We… we’re fine,” I said out loud. “Please tell me Ian is going to be okay…”
“Don’t you worry, Lenn,” she said, her voice muffled with a bit of static. “His surgery went just fine. He’s resting now.”
“Why would someone do this to Ian?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Charsi asked. “Why Ian?”
Catherine’s voice remained silent for a moment.
“I don’t know. James and I are trying to figure that out. The school called the police when they called us. They told us they had to gather evidence of the incident, prove if the other boy did it on purpose…”
On the other end of the call, I heard something whispered to Catherine in a very uncharacteristic tone:
“Of course he did it on purpose. The school has done nothing to protect Ian all year…”
It sounded like James.
“James, tell me this kamadan is going to be punished,” I said.
I didn’t see their reactions, but Juni said “sia” under his breath and Charsi made a positive hum.
“He’s teased Ian since the first grade,” said James’s distant voice. “He has punched him, kicked him… and the school did nothing. I’ve talked with his parents, but that didn’t solve anything. Now that little shit almost killed my son…”
“James!” Catherine hissed.
Aaron and Chris’s faces burst into shock, and so did mine. I’d never heard James angry before. It made my temper flare along with his.
“Ian shouldn’t ever see this boy again,” I said. “This boy should be locked up forever.” “Is there any way to make him go away?” Charsi asked.
“The police took the boy from the school,” Catherine said. “But it depends on what they find if they’ll do anything.”
“Don’t worry, Lenn,” James said, his voice solid as stone. “This isn’t happening again, and I’m going to make sure of it.”
“Please, let’s not talk about this now,” Catherine said, no doubt trying to calm her husband and I. “Right now it’s time to make sure Ian rests and gets better. It’s going to take a few weeks for Ian’s pain and swelling to go away, and many weeks after that for everything to heal. Let’s just be there for him.”
“But if we don’t jump on this now, this kid and the school are going to get away with everything they’ve-”
“I know, hun, I know…” Catherine said to James.
Then a mumbling sound came from the phone’s speaker, and though it sounded as rough as my own voice, I recognized it.
“Ian!” I shouted, as if my voice could reach further through the phone if I yelled loud enough. Charsi and Juni leaned in closer to me.
“Ian, honey,” Catherine said, and we heard a muffle. After a quick second of waiting, a youthful moan came through. It had the semblance of a word, but I didn’t catch it. Another moan emerged, and it sounded like: “…ehnnn.”
“Ian, can you hear me?” I asked, unable to lean much further with my legs splayed out as they were in front of me. “Ian, don’t talk! You’ll hurt yourself!”
“…ehnnn,” said Ian’s gravel voice again. “Ahh… orrry.”
“No, Ian, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. None of this is your fault. We’re all safe, it’s you we’re worried about.”
“Yeah, Ian!” Juni said behind me. “We want you to get better!”
“Yeah!” shouted Chris and Charsi at the same time.
On the other end, there was silence from Ian. Catherine’s voice was delicate.
“It’s okay, Ian, it’s okay. Don’t cry, you shouldn’t move your face too much…”
“…ehnnn,” said Ian again. “Ehh… Ehhve ouu.”
The sounds didn’t make sense.
“What did he say?” asked Charsi.
“I’m not sure,” I said. I looked at Aaron and Chris, and they both shrugged.
It was quiet for a moment more. A few muffles came from the phone.
“I think he said he loves you, Lenn,” Catherine said. “He just nodded.”
I sat stunned for a moment and looked at the floor. Then a small smile appeared on my face.
“Silly kani,” I whispered. Aaron grinned, and Chris gave a small giggle. “Catherine, tell him… that I love him too. I don’t know how, but I’m going to take care of him the way he took care of me.”
I heard two moans that sounded like someone humming.
“He heard you,” Catherine said brightly. “Sounds like Ian loves his big brother.”
All of the kids chuckjed, and I did too.
“Call us when Ian gets to come home,” Aaron said. “We’ll clean his room and get everything ready for him.”
Chris eyed Aaron and made a “sp-p-p” sound with his tongue.
“I’ll help too, except for Ian’s socks. And his underwear. He can pick them up himself.”
“Just so you know,” Catherine said, delighted. “Ian’s trying very hard not to laugh!”
The two Iatvi boys didn’t exactly have a good place for both of them to sleep. Aaron did get the couch in the living room while Chris took the floor. Or, he would have taken it, had he not had the brightest idea in the world (according to him): he would sleep on the floor in the guest room. Charsi and Juni thought the idea absolutely horrifying, and Chris refused to sleep in the living room like a decent kid. I hardly had the power to make him, of course, and neither did Aaron, no matter how insistent he was. But I didn’t want to make this argument more contentious than it had to be. So, in order to satisfy everyone, I relented and agreed that I would also sleep on the ground as a ‘warning’ if Chris were to wake during the night and scare everyone. Naturally, as Aaron arranged my bedding on the floor near the door, Chris scuttled right up close, placing his pillow right beside me. Aaron scolded him and shooed him away. Reluctantly, he set himself up below me instead. That didn’t stop him from reaching out for me once the lights turned off, nearly wrapping his hand around my leg. It was my turn to scold him. At last, he listened to me, and fell asleep with his hand above his head.
When sunlight came through the window the next morning, I was the first to rise. Just to tease Chris the way he teased me, I stretched and limped over to Chris’s arm. Just as I had practiced with Ian, I traced my finger across his skin until he zipped with his other hand to scratch. I didn’t stop. Three or four more times, I tickled and he scratched. Finally, he swatted at me, and I fell backwards into the soft carpet. He opened his eyes, and although obviously sleep-drunk, he recognized me and giggled with an enormous yawn.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Nope,” he said, his voice full of repulsive morning breath.
“Yes you are.” I told him, giving a yawn of my own. “Because I am.”
“Maybe a little,” he said, closing his eyes.
He didn’t reach for me, exactly. Instead, he tried to be clever, and placed his hand palm down very, very close. Then, with his pinky, he bent it sideways under my right foot and bent my toes back.
“So,” I said, deciding not to complain. “You haven’t told your mom or dad about us, right?”
“Nuh-uh,” he said, opening his eyes. He paused for a moment. “But I do pretend to play with a little person. I don’t say your name, though.”
Without showing emotion, I cringed.
“You do? What does your mom think about that?”
“She just laughs at me. Aaron yells at me about it. In secret, though.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t do that,” I said. “That might be a little dangerous for us.”
“But she says I’m just pretending, and I am. She doesn’t know.”
“I like to pretend that I live with a little person, and I built a house out of legos for him to live in.”
Chris nodded, quite serious.
“And I give him food and water, and never put him in a box.”
“Just like I said, right?” I grinned.
“Yup, just like you said.”
“Does this ‘little person’ have a name?”
Chris looked away.
“No,” he said. “I don’t know a good one.”
“That’s okay. As long as you pretend in secret, maybe it won’t be so bad. Just don’t tell your parents the truth, right?”
“Right,” Chris said with a nod. He yawned again, and I think I saw all the way down to his stomach.
“Are you gonna go back to sleep?” I asked him, standing up. “We don’t want to wake up Charsi and Juni, do we?”
Chris shook his head.
“Nope,” he said, rolling over onto his side. “Can I come play with you?”
“I wasn’t planning on playing,” I said with a chuckle. “I was writing down notes on how to help Juni speak English. But since I don’t really have my old papers, this is difficult. Remembering everything is hard.”
Chris didn’t say anything.
“But there are building blocks in Ian’s room. Maybe you can play while I work. Does that sound good?”
“Yeah, and I can build a house for you.”
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.
“You think so?”
“And it will have lots of rooms, and a place for you to sleep!”
Then I held my finger to my lips, and Chris made an “oops”, covering his mouth. I folded my arms and grinned.
“I’ll head to the bathroom first and meet you in Ian’s room. Let’s stay quiet until we get there, yeah?”
Chris burst from his blanket, tossing it towards the wall and standing by the door. He waited for me as patiently as a little kid can while I grabbed my crutches and followed after him.
Chris waited beside the bathroom until I finished (believe it or not), and together we entered Ian’s chilly room. Before I could stop him, Chris kneeled down and disassembled Juni and Charsi’s little hovel, using it to begin construction on his own masterpiece. I intended to go right back to writing, but Chris asked me to wait so he could measure me according to brick sizes. Chris’s enthusiasm remained upbeat, but when he realized that I was probably too tall for the size and scope of his project compared to the amount of legos he had at his disposal, he looked pensive.
“Maybe it’ll be a little house,” he said.
“Do you have a lot more legos at your home?”
“Uh-huh,” he answered, connecting brick to brick. “And they’re not these weird ones.”
He picked up one that looked like a solid yellow spring, and tossed it back into the bucket in disgust.
For an hour, I wrote down everything I could squeeze out of my brain from the lessons I had put together at the village while Chris played in front of me. Aaron then sleepily entered the room, greeted me, and sat beside me while he summoned the energy to stay awake. His red hair flew in every direction but decent.
“Hi sleepyhead,” I told him.
“Hmm-hmm,” he mumbled with an exhausted face, his blanket draped around him like a grand robe.
“Even though you wake up at 7:45 every morning, you’re still this tired after sleeping in?”
Aaron nodded, his eyes closed.
“It’s because school doesn’t give us enough sleep that I have to catch up.”
“What about a nap after school?”
He shook his head.
“I never wanna. When I wake up, it’s already night.”
“Sure. Oh, sorry, Aaron… But do you think we could call Catherine again to see when Ian is coming home?”
Aaron rose back up, his blanket a thick blue-and-purple curtain stretching into the sky. As he exited the door and turned the corner, a pair of sharp shouts echoed through the hallway.
From my point of view, Aaron did his best to lift his blanket from the floor like a ballgown, stepping around the very corner of the door against the wall. Aaron’s blanket slid, and the electronic bug repeller clattered out of the outlet to the carpet.
“Charsi! Juni!” I said from beneath Ian’s desk.
“Are you all right?” I heard Aaron ask. “I didn’t hurt you, did-”
“Go away!” Juni shouted. “Go away! You’re scaring my sister!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
“Just leave us alone! Don’t…! Ah! No! No!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay!”
All was not okay. In returned a shirtless Aaron, bereft of his blanket, holding two doll-sized figures in his closed hands. Aaron kneeled down as fast as he dared and released the kids onto the carpet in front of me. Juni tripped, tumbling over and over. Charsi flew into my lap, crinkling the notes I was keeping. In a flash, they both scrambled behind me, shivering and trying their best to hide. Charsi was already crying.
“Aaron,” I growled, keeping my temper down for just a moment. “Is your last name Petersen?”
“Um…” Aaron’s eyes were wide. “…yes?”
I gave him the nastiest expression I could muster.
“Aaron Petersen!” I shouted, pointing at him. “You know better than that! I told you not to touch them without their permission! You scared them to death!”
“I know, I’m… I’m sorry! I didn’t…! I mean, I wasn’t gonna-”
“Aaron, don’t be a butthead!” Chris shouted, also pointing at him.
Aaron swirled around, anger flashing on his face.
“I’m not a butthead, stupid!”
“I’m telling Mom you called me stupid!!”
He raised his fist and threatened to hit his brother.
“If you do, I’m gonna pound you!”
“No you’re not, Butthead! She’ll ground you!”
“Don’t call me a butthead!!”
Their sudden argument became louder, and their fight was only a few inches away. Juni clutched my arm tightly as Charsi trembled with her face covered. As the only adult in the room… I had to do something. Although the Iatili behind me held me back, I stood to my feet, taking my crutches in arm.
“I hate it when you call me that, and you know it!”
“Butthead, butthead!” Chris sung. “I don’t have to listen to you!”
“Yes you do, shithead! I’m in charge!!”
“I’m telling Dad you said a swear word!!”
“Hey, kani!! Stop!!”
I’m unsure why I was walking towards them, as if I had any control to pull the two giants apart. Aaron grabbed Chris’s shirt.
“Let me go!” Chris shouted. “Leggo!”
Chris shoved Aaron backwards. Aaron’s balance leaned… And like a mountainous tower collapsing under its own weight, the boy fell down and down… And I was very in the way.
I’m unsure why I didn’t just panic. Maybe I was too tired that my reflexes weren’t tuned properly. Maybe I was in teacher mode; I pulled fighting students apart so many times, it didn’t fill me with adrenaline anymore, even when these particular children could have turned me into paste. But either way, no, I didn’t move, and I felt the weight of a two-ton boy’s heel come down over my left shoulder. I toppled over as surely as Aaron did, fully expecting his heel to grind me into the carpet and leave nothing but a red stain. But part of me must have snapped out of it in that split second as I peeled sideways.
Now on my back, I lay stunned and confused as to why my arm was quickly losing circulation. I looked, and the great foot had pinned my crutch against my appendage.
“Aaron…” I growled, not loud enough.
“Get off of him!!” Juni shouted. “Iatvi, get off! You’re hurting him!”
Aaron, a bit dazed, had no idea where I was, and moved everything except his foot in a desperate attempt to search for me. Finally, the pressure lifted, and I could move my arm again. The wound beneath my bandage cried for mercy, but I didn’t feel like anything had been irreparably damaged.
“Lenn!” Aaron shouted, spinning around and kneeling over me. “Lenn, Lenn Lenn, no no no… I didn’t smash you, did I? Are you all right? Please be all right!”
“I’m f-fine,” I replied, turning over. As I did, and as I lifted my crutch up with me, something snapped off. I looked, and the entire lower half of the crutch had been bent with the lower bar now on the floor; where the screws and bolts were, I had no clue. “Oh. Good.”
“No, Lenn! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to do any of it! It was Chris!”
“No it wasn’t!”
I felt Aaron’s hands wrap around me, setting me onto my feet. I wobbled.
“Aaron, Chris,” I said deeply, looking up at the boy’s face with a glare. “Go to the front room. Now.”
I turned to Juni.
“Take Charsi to the guest room after us. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Juni nodded as the little girl continued to sob and shiver against his arm. Aaron’s hands pressed into the carpet before me, recapturing my attention.
“I’m sorry too, Lenn, I didn’t-”
“Out in the front room! Both of you!”
Looking back now, I must have looked like a mouse commanding a pair of wolves to march. But both Iatvi boys obeyed me immediately, stepping out of the room with their shoulders hung low and their voices silent. I slowly crutched out of the room after them, and reached the front room with frustration; my right leg was mighty compared to the other, but that didn’t mean it was prepared to resume life without support. I didn’t have to tell them to, but as I entered the chilly open space of the front room, they both sat on the floor right next to each other. As I came into view around the wall:
“I’m sorry,” Aaron whispered. “I didn’t mean to break your crutch! Chris pushed me-”
“I did not!”
“Just… stop.” I growled. My breathing grew heavy as I rounded the last banister, passed the threshold of the stairs, and leaned against the last banister before the boys. “Stop. Don’t tell me you’re sorry. You could have injured me badly, Aaron, but you didn’t, so I forgive you. Ian learned the same lesson. But you scared Charsi and Juni so much that they probably won’t ever trust you. What made you fight like that? Don’t tell me you yell at each other like that often.”
Aaron looked away, coincidentally beyond the banisters. I turned to look with him, and saw Juni and Charsi pass by in a flash until they disappeared into the far room.
“Answer me,” I said, snapping my fingers and looking at both boys. “Why did you fight like that in front of us?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Chris whined. “I just… do it.”
“Aaron, why did you disobey me and touch Juni and Charsi when I specifically told you not to?”
“The… the blanket was covering them, and I was making it worse, so I… I dunno, I tried to help, but…”
“Chris. Why did you make Aaron so mad?”
Chris mimicked his brother.
“I’m not trying to boss you around. But your excuses aren’t good enough.” I folded my arms. “You’re bigger than us Iatili,” I said. “Do you think you should be our protectors? Or are we just toys to you?”
“You’re not a toy,” Aaron said.
“You’re not,” Chris said at the same time.
“So what about Charsi and Juni? Are they pets or people?”
“People,” both boys responded.
“They’re afraid of you. And I was very afraid of you when you saved me, remember? So what are you going to do to gain their trust back after scaring them like that?”
Both boys looked at the ground, appearing to think.
“Maybe I could just… talk to them. Really quietly. Apologize too.”
I nodded at Aaron.
“Okay. What about you, Chris?”
He paused for a moment more, and then perked up.
“I could bring them some candy from my house.”
Aaron looked in Chris’s direction for a moment, then thought twice about something.
“Aaron…” I gruffed.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that. You don’t think Chris’s idea is a good one?”
“Hmm,” he said with a shrug.
“Be patient with your brother, Aaron. He’s learning, just like you are. And you know what I think? I think his idea is a good one. When I came to live here, your Uncle James and Aunt Catherine gave me the most delicious dinner I’ve ever had. It made me trust them a lot. Food is a good way to get to know someone.”
“Yep, it is.”
“Does Charsi like chocolate?” Chris asked.
“I’m not sure,” I replied. “But I sure do. Let’s try it.”
“Okay,” he said. “I will.”
“And you can talk to Charsi, Aaron? What will you talk about? Besides apologizing.”
Aaron pursed his lips.
“What if you talked to her about how she met Eliza, and what she does everyday? And then you can tell her about what you like to do.”
“Can I talk to her now?”
I shook my head.
“No, not right now. I need to talk to her first, see what she thinks about this. It’s all up to her, okay?”
Both boys nodded again. I might have left it at that, but I think the inner teacher came out of me. Or maybe I had become more than that in the last few months.
“You are brothers,” I said, limping forwards. Aaron couldn’t resist sitting up onto his hands and knees and reaching out for me; as I came into range, I leaned against his hand as I continued walking. “I may not have much experience being an older brother, but I’m not excited to see Ian when he comes home in pain. What if one of you got hurt like Ian did? Would you fight then?”
Aaron and Chris both shook their heads.
“You want to be brothers in a family forever like you say, right?”
They both nodded.
“So,” I said, sitting to the floor. “What are you going to do to make sure that happens?”
They were both silent for a moment.
“Not fight,” Aaron replied.
Chris nodded in agreement.
“Sure, you can promise that. But do you think you never will again?”
Aaron shook his head, and Chris looked at him.
“In good Iatili families, every family member has a title given to them as a child that tells everyone else what kind of person they are. If you’re very peaceful and quiet, part of your name could be ura, quiet. If you’re known for your kindness, you could be called adi. If you defend your family from danger, your name could include inde, or protect. Aaron, you are the older brother. Do you agree that you should be Chris’s inde? Protector?”
“Chris?” I said, looking at the boy. “You’re the younger brother. Do you agree that you should be kind to Aaron – adi – and help him keep your family safe?”
Chris nodded just as quickly.
“And what do you think,” I said. “Are Juni, Charsi, and I part of your family now?”
“Yeah,” both boys said with enthusiasm.
“So what are you going to do?” I asked them. “Now you know who you are, you tell me what you plan to do.”
“I’ll protect you,” Aaron said with quiet confidence. “And Juni and Charsi. And Chris too. No matter what tries to hurt you.”
“And I’m adi? So… I’m supposed to be nice to you and everybody?” Chris asked.
“Those are better promises, don’t you think?”
“Uh-huh, I can do that,” Aaron said.
“Me too,” Chris said with an emphatic nod.
“Good,” I said. “I hope so. I’ll go talk to Charsi, and then we can make Ian’s room ready for him. Aaron, would you call Catherine, see how soon Ian is coming home?
“Yeah, I will,” the boy said. “Um… do you need help getting to the guest room, with just one crutch?”
“If you help me get to my feet, I can make it. Go ahead, and I’ll be back.”
“I want to go home.”
Sitting with Charsi beside me and Juni in front, I folded my arms; I had expected this request.
“I suppose you can,” I told her, bending my legs as normally as possible. “I’ll bet Catherine could take you. But it would be awful lonely for you there.”
“I don’t want to go,” Juni said.
My eyebrows raised at the young man before me.
“Really? I didn’t expect that from you.”
“I’m like Xande,” Juni said with a confident grin. “It will take more than a couple of Iatvi babies to scare me away.”
“But they’re monsters,” Charsi said quietly, wiping the tears from her red eyes. “They yell so loudly, and I hate being picked up like that… I thought the boy was going to throw me.”
“He did.” Juni scowled. “He threw you into Lenn’s lap. If he had hurt you, Sisi, I would have found something sharp and hurt him right back.”
“Yes, and revenge would have been very productive,” I said sarcastically.
“I don’t understand you, Lenn. The boy nearly kills you, and all you do is give him a lecture. And he destroys your crutch, and you don’t even seem angry.”
“I don’t get mad easily,” I said. “I never have. And you’re right about one thing: those boys are just babies. What would you do? Yell and shout at them, insult them, and make them hate you? You never have to worry about getting mad at Eliza, because I imagine she forgives just as easily as I do. But little boys don’t forgive easy, and they don’t forget.”
“Forgive? What do you mean? They should be apologizing to us, not the other way around.”
“And they are. Think, Juni. We’re alive because of the Iatvi. At least it’s that way for me. That doesn’t mean Ian and Catherine and James… and, yes, Chris and Aaron… it doesn’t mean they aren’t wonderful people. But the moment I forget that I owe all of them my life and take it for granted is when I’ll stop deserving their help.”
I rested my hand on my chin.
“Ha, not that I deserve it anyway. If I start bossing the boys around and don’t make peace with them… Well, there’s little reason for them to keep me safe and secret.”
“That’s why it scares me,” Charsi said, drawing her legs close. “They know about us now. They can do whatever they want to us.”
“But they shouldn’t,” I said, looking at Charsi then Juni. “And they’re learning that. Aaron and Chris have only visited me a few times, so they don’t quite understand what I am. What we are. Especially Chris. If I don’t give him enough direction, he starts treating me like I’m some kind of fluffy pet. That’s why you have to be the one in charge.”
Charsi sniffed and looked my way.
“I’m not used to being in charge. Juni and Xande boss me around. Only Eliza does things for me.”
“Hey, that’s not true!” Juni said, folding his arms. “I do things for you a lot.”
“You like Ian, though,” I said. “Don’t you?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Well, remember what Eliza told you. If you get too scared of the big boys, you can always spend time with Catherine or with me. I just don’t want you to be alone.”
“And Xande probably isn’t home anyway,” Juni said. “When he gets mad, he disappears for a long time. And he was very mad.”
Charsi remained silent, contemplating as tears fell down her cheeks. I placed my hand on her shoulder.
“Can you wait until Ian and Catherine come home? Then you can decide.”
Again, she said nothing, watching her lap. Juni looked at me with unsure eyes, and I looked back at him.
“I need to go watch the boys,” I said in English. “They can clean on their own, of course, but they’ll come pop their heads in here if I don’t keep them out. And I think you both have had your scare for the day.”
Here’s another example of my writing not being for anybody but me. My faith is important to me; would you keep it away from children that came into your care? In a case like this, how would it work at all? I contemplated on the idea of Lenn returning to the village to teach the gospel to his fellow Iatili, but I thought he would be too skeptical.
The kids, on the other hand, would have taught by Eliza. With two years of living with her, how could they not? Xande would be just as skeptical, of course, perhaps more so. I still think faith in family is more important than no faith at all.
That night, now that the frightening ice had been broken between everyone, the three kids and I relaxed together in Ian’s room. Instead of cartoons, we watched some fascinating show on the television about vehicles called “sports cars” that raced along on black roads at alarming speeds; the drivers wore helmets, certainly, but if they crashed, I questioned whether they would survive at all.
Charsi and I sat beside each other next to the edge of Ian’s bed as Ian lay on his stomach with his head resting on his arms. Every so often, I would look over at Charsi; she seemed a bit bored of the television show (I could only imagine since she’d had two years of experience watching such boyish things). But she would look at me with a small smile, and every so often share glances with Ian when the Iatvi boy “wowed” at the spectacle on the screen. Juni, on the other hand, once again stretched out over Ian’s shoulder, mirroring Ian’s own position and acting just as mesmerized by the action. When the advertisements for fancy cars, restaurants, and power tools came on, Juni would stand to his feet, wobbling to balance on the bony shoulder, and hold Ian’s hair to remain in place. When Juni did this, Ian gently rocked his head side-to-side, and Juni would make funny noises, telling Ian: “Ve mani! Stay still!” The third time, Ian grabbed Juni around his middle as if to hoist the Iatili boy up and away, but he did this just to make Juni shout. I almost scolded him, but when Ian laughed and let Juni go, Juni’s fear evaporated and he laughed right back.
Just before the show ended, we all heard a knock on the door. The kids froze, but Ian and I waved as Catherine stuck her head into the bedroom. A wide smile appeared on her face.
“Look at you all…” she gasped, placing a hand to her cheek. “You are so adorable together! Is everything okay in here?”
“Yeah, Mom, we’re good,” Ian said.
“That’s because Ian hasn’t gotten into trouble yet,” I replied, shooting a glance at him.
“Aunt Catherine?” Juni asked. I grinned. She was already ‘Aunt Catherine’. “Yoduis kia noordi?”
“Mine too?” Charsi peeped.
“What does that mean?”
“Eh, finished, complete,” I translated. “Are their clothes done?”
“Oh, right. Sorry, kids, I’m not quite that fast. It might take me a few days to make them perfect. Is that all right?”
“Uh-huh,” both kids said.
“Where are we going to set you up to sleep?” she asked us.
“They can sleep in the guest room with me,” I said.
“Or I can make a place for them here in my room,” Ian added. “What do you guys think?”
Juni hummed, and Charsi looked around her with unsure concern.
“It stays pretty warm in here,” I said, patting Ian’s bed. “The guest room gets a bit chilly during the night. But Ian snores, so I’m not sure which one you want.”
“You sure do,” I replied with a grin.
“Angia lai eilir unlo,” Juni said, patting Ian’s neck. He’d taken to the Iatvi boy with incredible confidence. “Vah ehr sulm, Ian?”
“English, Juni,” I said.
“Oh. Um… Is it okay… if I sleep? In here?”
“It’s fine with me,” Ian said, patting the entire upper half of the Iatili boy.
“Can I sleep in the guest room? With Lenn?” Charsi asked.
“Certainly,” Catherine said.
“I don’t snore,” I whispered, leaning over to her and holding my hand over my mouth. “Ehh, much.”
“Nuh-uh! Neh wendia!”
“Neh vah dakasi!”
“Okay, kalkani, no more Iatnasi. Eliza may know what you’re saying, but Ian and Catherine don’t.”
“Okay,” Charsi said, a bit down. “Sorry.”
“Sia, dev.” Juni said. I gave him a look. “Um, y-yes, sorry.”
“Don’t be sad,” Catherine said. “If you teach us, we’ll be able to understand you better. We can help with English if you help us with your language. Okay?”
“Iatnasi,” Ian said to his mother. “It’s called Iatnasi.”
Catherine turned her head to look at someone else behind her, then stepped into the room and took a seat in the chair. Another figure then entered the room, and this made Charsi hide behind me and Juni drop off of Ian’s shoulder to join his sister.
“Hi Dad,” Ian said with a wave.
“Hey,” I said, patting their shoulders to get their attention away from their fear. “This is James, Ian’s father. He’s the doctor who’s been helping me recover.”
“Hello everyone,” James said quietly, kneeling down next to his wife.
“Don’t be afraid,” Ian said, patting Juni’s back with two fingers. “He won’t hurt you.”
“That’s right,” I added, and Charsi looked up at me. “He’s the kindest Iatvi I’ve ever met.”
“Well, serdi, Lenn, ladalia.” James said with a grin. “Did I say it right? ‘I try’?”
“Yup,” I said.
The two kids looked up towards him.
“Hey, you’re learning, too,” Ian said.
“Unfortunately, that’s about the extent of my Iatnasi,” James said. “Perhaps I could pay Lenn to write a language guide. I’m sure I could find a keyboard small enough for him to use.”
“Keyboard? What’s that? For a phone?”
“For typing on a computer,” James said. “Oh, Ian, you’re slacking, all this time and you haven’t shown him the computer yet?”
“I’m going to show him when I write my history paper. I’ve got lots of good info.”
“Sorry, James,” I said, holding Charsi’s hand. “Introductions? This is Charsi, and this is Juni. They’re both great kids.”
Juni and Charsi both gave timid waves.
“Nice to meet you, Juni. And Charsi. I’m sorry I didn’t come say hello earlier, I didn’t want to scare you with everything else going on. Are you settling in? Have Ian and Lenn been treating you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I said with a smile, looking at the two. “How are we doing?”
Charsi’s expression stayed nervous, but she offered a nod as she looked up at me. Juni looked back at Ian.
“I only scared them a little bit,” Ian said. “But we’re friends now.”
“Yeah,” Juni said. “Ian’s fun.”
“I’m only kinda fun today, though,” Ian continued. “I’ve had homework. We only barely got to watch something interesting.”
“And Lenn is nice like Catherine and Eliza,” Charsi said. “Um. And Ian, too.”
“Thanks Sisi,” I said with a grin. She smiled back.
“Well, I wouldn’t expect less from either of them.” James wiped an eye. “I haven’t been very fun today, either. I work too hard.”
“But if you didn’t,” I said. “You wouldn’t have all these wonderful things and be able to raise a family. It’s like I told you and Catherine: I don’t know if there’s any work I could do to repay you for keeping me alive. And Eliza does the same for Charsi and Juni. Your work is important, you care for other people, like you care for me.”
“But work is just work, Lenn,” James told me. “It puts food on the table, but it keeps me away from Catherine and Ian. And family is the most important thing, isn’t it? I have to remind myself of that every day.”
“That’s why we have to find Aria.”
I’ll admit, he surprised me.
“You mean… you really want us to be here? Aria and I, and our child…?”
“Absolutely,” James said. “That is, unless you have other plans. We would never force it upon you.”
“No, we…” I swallowed. “We don’t have any plans… we never had a plan at all. That’s why I feel so guilty-”
“Nuh-uh, Lenn,” Ian said, reaching over Charsi. His thumb pressed against my back, his index finger pressed upon my chest, and he gently shook me back and forth. “No ‘guilty’. I want you to live here. And I want to be an uncle.”
I put on the strangest face I could and looked at the boy, pushing his finger off of me.
“Seriously? That’s what you want? I think you’re stretching the definition of ‘family’ here.”
Ian’s smile grew wide.
“I don’t think so,” he said with sincerity.
“Whatever we would be,” Catherine said. “We want to offer you a place here. Of course, it depends on Aria as well. We’ll find her, and you can make your decision together.”
I told them about my dream. It was a short dream, but something I won’t forget for the rest of my life. I described it as clearly as I could, as if I had been back in the school with you. I described life with you to everyone, from our frustrating arguments to our special moments together. Had you been there (and I wish you had been at that moment), you would have blushed and told them all about my dumb ideas and silly habits that drove you crazy just to even the field. Looking back, I know I was wishing for another miracle. Another Iatvi miracle. None of this mattered at all if I couldn’t find you.
“That settles it,” James said. “I think your plan to start hiking is a good one, at least as a start. And Ian, your idea isn’t too bad… although I don’t think heat vision is something we can afford. What I can do, though, is ask Robert Benson if I can borrow his night-vision binoculars. He’s a friend of mine, and he goes hunting for elk every season.”
I had no clue what tool a Iatvi would use to bring down an animal so large, but I figured I could ask that question later.
“What are night-vision… binok-u-lars? Is that how you say it?” I asked.
“Yep,” James said. “They’re a tool that can help you see far away things as if they were very close, and night-vision makes it possible to use the binoculars even in complete darkness. This may be revealing a lot of information about your people, Lenn, but… does your village keep any lights on during the night?”
I thought about it for a moment.
“Not many. We use candles in our homes, but large fires were off-limits. Any smoke would rise into the air and show any Iatvi for miles where we were. The warriors sometimes used electric lights while they patrolled, but they keep them very dim.”
“Electric lights?” Ian asked. “How?”
“Batteries,” I answered. “Strapped to their backs and wired to a colored bulb. At least, they were colored if the gatherers couldn’t find white. Your holiday… is it… Christ-mas?”
I made a sudden connection.
“You mean… the holiday is about Christ? Jesus?”
“It certainly is,” James said.
“Oh, uh, anyway… “ I said, getting back to the point. “The gatherers would collect electric lights during the summer and store them for use later in the year. If there’s any way your night-vision… bin-ock-u-lars…”
“Binoculars,” Ian said.
“Yeah, your night vision binoculars. If there was any way you could see where the village moved, you should look for those lights near the ground at night.”
James pursed his lips.
“If you had to guess a direction,” he said. “Any direction at all, where would you say your old village is?”
I filled my cheeks with air, and blew it all out with a sigh. I tried to wrap my mind around my week-long journey towards the city, crawling down cliffs, walking through brush, and finally floating down the cold river…
“As I walked and swam, I… I always had the morning sun on my… “
I paused, looking over at Charsi. She watched me patiently, no longer afraid.
“…over my left shoulder. By sundown, it was off to the right. As much as I could, I traveled straight towards town, and even the river aimed right at it… for the most part.”
For a moment, James did mental and geographical gymnastics trying to figure out where I’d come from.
“So… Morning over your left shoulder… Behind it, then to the side?”
I nodded. James rotated himself.
“So you would have been walking… southeast? So, northeast. I imagine the ‘river’ followed a trail?” James asked.
I nodded again.
“Sometimes. I saw quite a few Iatvi cars and trucks, and I did most of my walking at night.”
“Cheyenne Creek?” James said, looking at Catherine. “Ian, you found him near the clinic, right?”
“Pretty close, yeah.”
“This sounds tricky,” Catherine said. “A lot of different streams flow into Cheyenne. If you remember, Lenn, did you live in a very rocky place? Up on the cliffs?”
“Yes,” I said. “The village was up on a pretty high mountain. Water became scarce about a year ago… and, I know this may sound silly, but I may as well mention it… it became a lot easier to breathe as I floated down the river. I only say it because a lot of the gatherers say the same thing.”
“No, that’s good to know,” James said. “So. High altitude, northwest, up on a mountain.”
“And far away from Iatvi trails,” I said.
“Well, it’s the most obvious mountain, then.”
“Mount Rosa,” Catherine said with a nod. “That’s not an easy hike.”
“No it isn’t. Especially if it’s far from established trails.”
“Getting down was the hard part,” I said. “Once I was off the steep angle and next to the… creek? I suppose it’s a river to me… but once I was off the mountain and floating, it became much easier.”
“How long did the ‘getting down’ take you?” James asked me.
“A day and a night… Although, I could be wrong. I was… pretty distracted after… everything.”
“I can only imagine,” Catherine said.
Then the crucial detail came to my mind.
“Oh, oh…” I said. “I do remember something odd. It wasn’t long after I found the river. It was the first time I had to cross a Iatvi trail after the ground became a little flat, and off to my side… my left side… was a tunnel. It wasn’t natural, dug right out of the rock, long enough that I could only see a small light at the other end. I imagined a vehicle driving straight through it, so I hurried as fast as I could further downstream.”
“Excellent,” James said. “Northwest near Mt. Rosa, next to Cheyenne Creek, at least close enough to a tunnel that we might be able to use that as a starting point. That seems pretty specific to me.”
“Fantastic,” Catherine said.
“But… the hard part comes after,” I said, looking down. “Once we find the old village, who’s to say we find which direction they went?”
“You said they were looking for a place with water, far from human roads and trails? Catherine’s right, that might be tricky, considering how popular it is up there for hikers. But it may be as easy as finding the closest water source from where your old village was. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t know. I never heard what Elder Ordi had in mind, but moving the whole village, with men, women, and children… They would have avoided animal trails, or crossed them only at night. If they wanted to, they could be miles away from the village in any direction. But traveling with everyone, carrying everything…”
“They wouldn’t actually go that far away, right?” Ian said. “It would be dangerous with animals, or hard to find food.”
“I just don’t know.”
“Don’t give up hope right away, Lenn,” Catherine said. “We’ll find them. We’ll use as many tools as we can get our hands on. And with Eliza and all of us, we’ll hike up there as often as we can.”
“Oh boy,” James said, grinning and stretching his arms. “Hiking! Hah, I’m not young anymore.”
“Me neither,” Catherine admitted with a laugh.
“But I am!” Ian said. “And Eliza is, too!”
“I am, too!” Juni said.
“And me,” Charsi added.
Catherine and James both smiled.
“If we have to go camping, we go camping,” James said.
“Can you take time off work?” Catherine asked.
“I’ll have to check my schedule. I’d say I’m due for it. Tyler will have to take over for a few days.”
“Or a week,” Catherine said, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder.
“Or two weeks?” Ian said.
Everyone looked at Juni. He withdrew and turned red.
“Um… sorry,” he whispered.
“It sounded good to me,” Ian laughed, patting Juni’s head.
“Whatever it takes,” James said with a sure nod. “Right, Lenn? Whatever it takes to reunite you and Aria.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“This is… unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have help…”
I fell silent.
“It’s what family does,” Ian said. “Right, Dad?”
“You bet, kiddo,” James said, and James held up his hand in the air above us. Ian leaned forwards and slapped his father’s hand in a high five. It made the kids jump, but I looked their way and they didn’t appear fearful. In fact, Juni lifted his own hand, and Ian offered his finger for him to hit.
“We’ll make a plan,” Catherine said. “We might wait until Eliza comes back from her trip, but that will give us time to set everything in order. I’ll call her and let her know what’s going on.”
“Aunt Catherine?” Charsi said. “Um… can I talk to Eliza, too?”
“You sure can,” she said. “Do you want to go right now? See if we can reach her?”
Charsi nodded, and stood up to be raised away.
“We’ll find her, Lenn,” Ian said with a smile. “I know it.”
“Ven noviken devi,” I said, looking at Juni and then up at Ian. “Serditol. You’re all amazing.”
Juni pointed at me.
“No Iatnasi. Only English.”
“Silly kani,” I growled with a grin on my face. I stuck my tongue out at him and all he did was laugh.
Ian’s family weren’t the only ones that had been taught about this ‘gospel’. Apparently, Eliza had been teaching Juni and Charsi about it as well. Much earlier than I would have preferred, Ian knocked on the guest room door and announced to Charsi and I that it was time to have a lesson before the Iatvi went to church. My mind was still fuzzy when I looked at the clock: 7:45 AM. Charsi was also fairly disoriented, but we both obeyed and wandered through the kitchen to Ian’s room.
I crutched over, and expected to see Catherine and James inside. Interestingly, they were not. I asked Ian where they had gone.
“They went to a teacher’s meeting at church,” he said, taking a seat on his bed next to a sleepy, bare-chested, and hair-tangled Juni. Ian himself still wore his flannel bottoms and a sleeveless shirt. “But they wanted me to ask you if you wanted to have a quick lesson before I go at nine. That way, you can go back to sleep, and when I come home, we can eat lunch and play.”
“Or write your paper,” I said.
Ian’s shoulders fell.
“Oh… dang it. I forgot.”
I looked at Charsi, who shivered from the air conditioning in her loose-fitting pajamas.
“I know I’m complaining,” I said to Ian, yawning. “But aren’t you the one who said it’s a bit early to learn anything?”
“This is what Eliza and us do,” she said. “Only… her church is at ten-thirty.”
“Aww, lucky,” Ian said, yawning from my infectious example. “I think we’re changing to noon next year. At least, I hope we’re changing to noon next year.”
“I like church,” Charsi said as we walked towards Ian and Juni. “It’s nice to listen to the Iatvi talk about Heavenly Father.”
I frowned, and Ian frowned with me.
“Wait…You go to church? How?” I asked. “Eliza doesn’t… stuff you in her purse, does she?”
“The green backpack,” Juni said. “It’s comfy… unless it’s really hot. Eliza lets us bring bread and water so we can pretend to take the sacrament.”
“Really?” Ian said, his eyes all lit up. “That’s so cool. But… how do you bring water? You don’t have tiny cups, do you?”
Juni pointed over to Ian’s bedside table.
“Sure,” Ian said, leaning forward and reaching clear over Juni. He picked up the plastic bag in his hand and set it next to the boy, who then crawled inside to grab a grey fabric satchel. Unfastening the front flap from the single blue pearlescent button, he opened and rummaged through it until he produced the smallest glass bottle I’d ever seen. Topped off with a cork, Juni could easily hold it with both hands. He popped the top and took a big gulp of the bottle’s clear liquid.
“Ah. Bodlan?” he said. “Er, I mean… See? Eliza got us these.”
“Can I see?” Ian asked. Juni nodded and handed him the bottle. Unlabeled and clear, Ian held it between his thumb and forefinger. He stirred it around, then tilted it sideways. A large droplet of water fell onto his lap.
“Yulda!” Juni said, standing and pointing at him. “Neh se yode!”
“Oops,” Ian said, making a face. He quickly handed the bottle back to Juni. “Sorry. It came out faster than I thought it would.”
“Ange lai se yodir?” Juni asked.
“Juni,” I growled.
“I don’t know the words!” Juni responded by palming his forehead in frustration. “Sorry, I can’t… neh angia lai aerir fade.”
I scratched my forehead.
“Sorry, I’m probably being too hard on you. You want me to translate?”
“Um… sia, kaldi…”
“Don’t worry, Juni, I’ll fill it back up after we’re done,” Ian said. “Kaldi… what does kaldi mean?”
“Oh yeah. It’s too early for remembering.”
Charsi and I took a seat on the floor in front of Ian as he turned and produced a book from behind him. The front page read: “Come, Follow Me”.
“I don’t think I’ll read the whole lesson, they can be kind of long. Maybe just the first chapter. Sound good?”
“Is it okay if I read the rest of it later? That book isn’t in your phone, is it?” I asked. “Like the Mormon book?”
“Book of Mormon,” Ian whined, lifting his foot and pointing his toes at me. “When are you gonna get that right?”
I took my crutch and poked the middle one.
“You know I say that just to bother you,” I said with a smile.
“Uh-huh,” Ian replied, smiling back.
Ian’s phone spoke the chapter from the Bible, something called Acts. Whose acts this book referenced, I didn’t immediately understand. The complex scripture talked about a myriad of places that I had never heard of before: Lystra, Iconium, Phrygia, Galatia… on and on and on, I had no clue. Two men, Paul and Silas, I supposed were prophets that went around to all of these places and baptized people. They were whipped (the book called them “stripes”) and beaten, put in jail… and then, by some incredible coincidence, an earthquake made the entire jail crumble around them. But they didn’t just escape and run away. The guard was ready to kill himself for failing to do his job (as if he could have expected an earthquake to happen). Paul and Silas said all he had to do was believe in Jesus, and he and his house – not the house itself, but his family – would be saved.
“Are prophets put in jail today?” I asked.
Ian shook his head.
“No. They’re really important, and they do service for all sorts of people, like helping the poor and giving food and water to people in natural disasters. I think everybody in the world likes them too much for all the good they do.”
“Natural disasters… like earthquakes, floods?”
“Um-hmm,” Ian said.
“Well, you helped me in a flood, so that makes you as good as a prophet,” I said with a grin.
“Nah, I’m not all that good,” he replied. “Maybe one day.”
“I wish I could be baptized,” Charsi said, looking at me. “Eliza says that if you’re baptized, you get to have the Holy Ghost to help you for the rest of your life.”
“If you stay good,” Juni said.
“Right,” Ian replied.
“Well, why not?” I asked. “All you need is water, right?”
“Not exactly,” Charsi said.
“Yeah,” Ian continued. “You can only get baptized by someone with the priesthood. Dad does, and he baptized me.”
“It’s like God calling you to do what He would do,” Ian said. “It’s something someone gives you. When I turn twelve, Dad will give me the priesthood and make me a deacon.”
“I wish I had priesthood, too,” Juni said. “Then I could baptize. I think.”
“But you have to do things like go to church. And you have to have permission,” Charsi said, pointing. “Right, Ian?”
“Permission, huh. So I guess James can’t just baptize us.”
Charsi shook her head.
“That’s what Eliza worries about. That we can’t go to see a bishop and stay hidden at the same time. She keeps saying she’s thinking about it, but… I don’t know if it will happen. Xande keeps telling Eliza no.”
“Hmm,” I said, itching my nose. “I get that. But… is it really that important to be baptized? It’s not like repentance, is it? Where you have to be baptized again and again?”
“Nah, just once,” Ian said. “But it’s super important. It’s the first thing you have to do to follow Jesus. He was baptized too, so we follow His example.”
“And we can’t be a family forever if we don’t get baptized,” Charsi said, her brow furrowed. “It makes me scared… that I’ll never see Eliza again if we die. I want to be part of Eliza’s family for real.”
“What?” My eyes went back and forth from Charsi to Ian. “But… how does that work? If we all go to heaven, that won’t matter, will it?”
“I don’t know,” Ian said. “Dad knows more than me. But that’s why you go to places called temples to be sealed together as a family. I was sealed to Mom and Dad when they adopted me; that’s what the picture you saw in the hallway was about. But, if you wanted to be part of our family… that would mean more people would know about you.”
A terrible thought struck me.
“What about Aria?” I whispered. “And our child? If we’re not… what is it? ‘Sealed’?”
“Then I won’t see either of them again after we die?”
Ian’s expression turned somber.
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t like that,” I said, looking down at the floor. “Not at all. If Heavenly Father is so good, then he wouldn’t do that to Aria and I. We’ve already suffered so much. Why would a Heavenly Father do that?”
“Don’t give up,” Charsi said, taking my hand. “Heavenly Father is good to everyone, even us. Maybe we’ll be able to be one big family for real someday.”
“But when Aria comes,” Juni said. “We can start being a family, right?”
“Yeah,” Ian said.
“I guess. I’m not sure I believe all this, but… I just hope everything turns out okay.”
“It will,” Ian said with a nod.
“Yeah, it will,” Charsi agreed.
“Li angah Ian lai viar lia indiata cadastol, anganem rundi!” Juni said cheerfully. “Um… right?”
“What did you say?” Ian asked.
“Uhh…” Juni pushed his tongue behind his cheek.
“He said that If Ian can be in a forever family, we can too,” Charsi said. “And I believe that.”
Sunday went on in a very peaceful and quiet way. I really enjoyed Sundays in the Petersen home, actually. In the village, every day was filled with work and more work, always something to clean, always something to organize, always something to teach and to gather. But Sundays in the Iatvi home – what Ian referred to as “keeping the Sabbath day holy” – were days of rest and study, and even Juni and Charsi seemed to enjoy the low-key energy of their new environment.
After he came home from church, I helped Ian write and complete his paper on his family’s computer downstairs in the TV room. While Juni and Charsi watched television and bothered each other like all brothers and sisters do, I watched Ian’s fingers dance across a keyboard, a large field of letters and numbers that seemed arranged in the most complicated rows imaginable. Despite this, Ian had little problem speeding through all of his words, organizing everything in the same way I kept notes. I told him not to rely too much on me, as he wouldn’t learn anything if he didn’t explain everything in his own way. Come to find out this was better advice than I anticipated, as Ian’s teacher had deducted a few points from his previous papers because it sounded like “his parents had helped him write it”. What did this teacher expect? A badly-worded paper where Ian would struggle and learn very little? My opinion of his teacher went down a peg after that.
If I had Charsi and Juni in my English class at the village, I would describe them both very differently. Charsi was very studious and loved reading and writing almost as much as I did. Juni, on the other hand, was very physical and hands-on. I guessed studying would be difficult for him, if his abilities to speak English were any indication. I was eager to help them both, though, if speaking and writing English was truly what they wanted. After all, how long did it take me to speak English as well as you did?
After Ian’s paper was finished, we all returned to Ian’s room and separated into our own activities. Up upon Ian’s cluttered desk, I studied more of the Mormon book (hah hah) and Charsi used graphite to draw on a few of Ian’s white postcards. The two boys dove headfirst into Ian’s video games, with the little one sitting in the chair and the big one upon the ground. Juni’s excitement was very apparent, and their collective laughing and shouting at the frantic action on the screen made Charsi and I chuckle to each other. When I had finally reached the next book called Third Nephi (of four, apparently), Ian turned and called me over.
“Lenn!” he said. I looked up, and in his hand was a familiar gray controller waving at me. “Come on, we need you! This guy’s hard!”
“Yeah Lenn! Keme lodsa!”
I peered at Charsi, who noticed my pained expression.
“I think you have to,” she said with a grin.
“Hey guys,” I called to them. “Charsi says she’ll come play instead of me!”
“No way!” Charsi shook her head rapidly. “I didn’t say that!”
“Nope, it has to be you, Lenn!” Ian said, standing to his feet. Ian crossed his room in a heartbeat. Charsi and I hesitated when the boy’s shadow overtook us, and we both slid backwards. He recognized what he was doing, and his mischievous grin disappeared.
“Uh-oh,” he whispered, shrinking himself to sit on his bed. “I scared you again.”
I gathered myself.
“Just a bit,” I answered, rubbing my nose. Beside me, Charsi’s eyes were wide as plates.
“I don’t mean to…” he said quietly. He growled at himself. “Why am I not good at this?”
“Because you’re a monster,” I said, which would no doubt have brought a frown to the boy’s face if I hadn’t had a pleasant one on mine. “But a kind monster. And a quick one. It’s my fault that I panic… ”
I turned and held out my hand to Charsi.
“Sorry, Ian,” she said. “I panic, too… Even Eliza scares me sometimes.”
“Come on, you big Iatvi,” I said, standing. “If we’re gonna play, let’s play. Though I can’t promise I’ll be useful.”
“Yay!” shouted Juni. I could see his long blond hair and green eyes peeking around the corner.
“You sure?” Ian asked. “I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
“Don’t worry. Let’s play. And then Charsi will play after me.”
“Nope, nope!” she said cheerfully, descending into her drawing again.
“Come on, Sisi!”
“Nope!” she repeated, not even looking at her brother.
That night, the kids decided to change sleeping spots. Specifically, Juni. He didn’t say why at first, but when I got them settled in the guest room, he sadly reported that Ian did indeed snore, and his nerves kept him up all night. He asked me not to tell Ian, and I smiled as I promised I wouldn’t. The room was dark, save for the dim light of the kitchen ceiling fixtures outside. When I finally turned to lay myself down, a great shadow appeared, peering through the door.
It was Ian.
“…can I talk to you?”
I looked at Juni and Charsi, who appeared unsure as they laid beneath their blankets.
“Yeah,” I answered. “In here, or…?”
“In my room,” he said. “I can pick you up if you’re tired.”
I decided he had better, and the boy placed me in his arms before departing the room, leaving an inch of space in the doorway and allowing the Iatili to fall sleep. He took me into his room and laid down on his bed as he placed me next to him. My surroundings were warm as an electric blanket, as was the human boy before me; he wore a light-blue shirt, and his scent had returned; at least he had remembered to brush his teeth. I looked at his face as he laid sideways, once again folding his arms around himself.
“I did it again,” he said.
“Did what again?” I sat down before him.
“Bothering you and scaring you. And Charsi and Juni. I’m too big. I hate this. I don’t like scaring everybody.”
“I know, I know,” Ian said, closing his eyes shut. “I don’t mean to be sad. I haven’t really had friends before, and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“It’s when you get excited,” I told him. “But that’s not a bad thing. Everything’s new for everybody. I just get a little nervous. You’re fast for something so big. It takes me a while to cross your room, but you take two steps and you’re there.”
“I guess I’ll go slow from now on.”
“But you remember how you grabbed me when you thought Eliza would see me? I knew exactly what you were doing. I thought you were being silly, but to you, it was life or death. You protected me. That’s when speed is useful.”
He frowned, itching his shoulder.
“How do I know what one I should do?”
“I think you’ll get it,” I said. “It just takes practice. I trust you.”
“But I don’t trust me.”
I laughed, which I think caught him off-guard.
“That’s not even the point. If you think you’re going to push me away by scaring me, little boy, you’ve got it all wrong. A few months ago, you would have sent me screaming just by looking at me. But now I know you.”
Ian nervously adjusted his position on the bed.
“You know me?”
“Come on, give me some credit. Just because you’re a monster doesn’t mean you haven’t become special to me.”
Ian whined, drawing a finger upon his mattress. “I don’t like it when you call me a monster.”
A pit formed in my stomach. I did say it a lot.
“Oh.” I said, sitting forwards. “Sorry, I won’t say that anymore. Promise.”
Ian said nothing in response.
“I’ll tell you what I told Charsi. You’re afraid you would lose us if you scared us badly enough. If you scared me bad enough. Right?”
“Or if I hurt you, or worse… you’d never forgive me.”
“You believe that?”
Ian didn’t hesitate to give me a nod.
“Well, too bad,” I said. “You can’t get rid of me.”
I expected him to grow more confused, but instead he looked at me with an innocent kind of pain.
“Help me up,” I told him, raising my arms. I took the hand he offered me, balancing on the weak legs that had kept me upright all day. His hand floated away, and I stepped towards his chest with a smile. I put my hands against his soft skin and pushed. “Roll over, kani.”
“Just do it, come on.”
He followed my command, laying on his back. I then stepped over and above his shoulder and clambered up, using his collarbone as a wobbling handhold. To say this was difficult for me would be an understatement, but at least I had his shirt to cling to. I managed it as I heard and felt a nervous laugh emerge from the Iatvi.
“This is weird,” Ian said, peering at me.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I grunted back, finally up enough that I could scuttle on my bottom. I reached the center of his chest as Ian’s eyes focused directly at me, his neck all scrunched up.
“I dunno,” I said. “You tell me.”
I scooted forwards and pushed my bare feet against his chin. He threw his head back.
“Eww!” he said. “Don’t do that! Your feet are cold!”
“Yeah. What are you going to do about it?”
Ian looked back at me as well as he could without lowering his head. But then his entertaining smile faded and he looked away.
“I… I don’t want to do anything.”
“Nope, nope,” I said, lifting myself. My knee bent backwards a bit, and I hissed, but I didn’t allow myself to stop. Now limping, I walked down his chest towards his stomach. Without explanation or excuse, I “jumped” off the stability of his sternum and landed front-first onto the squishy surface. I heard an “oof” behind me. For a moment, I laid there unmoving, listening to his stomach blurbling beneath me. Everything in me told me this was the strangest thing I’d ever done.
“What are you going to do about this?” I asked.
I attempted to scratch him through his shirt in a vain attempt to tickle him. I’d never been able to do it, exactly. And I didn’t seem to succeed here.
“Stop it,” he growled. “Don’t tickle me.”
“I’m supposed to,” I said simply. “It’s what older brothers do.”
Then, before I could continue much longer, I felt a set of powerful fingers grab hold of me. They dragged me backwards along the surface of the shirt until I felt myself float upwards. And upside-down. Blood rushed into my head immediately as I looked downwards at Ian’s face.
“You’re so weird!”
“You gonna put me down, kani?” I asked, my voice squashed like rubber.
“Just so you can try it again? No.”
“So I’m just going to float here until my face turns purple?”
Ian’s smile turned into a frown. His securing hand then descended and I felt myself drape back down onto Ian’s chest. The fingers fell away, and I rose to see Ian’s eyes looking away from me, off to the side.
“Ian…” I grunted.
I rose to my feet again, now certain that my left leg was going to fall off.
“You’re standing on my throat,” Ian gurgled. I certainly was; it felt like balancing on a cylinder that didn’t stop wobbling.
Everything was now within my arm’s reach. Both my hands played Ian’s upper lip like a drum. It grabbed Ian’s attention, but he pursed his lips and continued attempting to ignore me. I was determined. My drumming moved to the tip of Ian’s nose, and I hummed to myself. He refused to be amused, and the air that blew through his nostrils rushed outwards as if he could sneeze me away.
“Ian, stop acting this way.”
Out of slight frustration, I grabbed the inner edges of the curved nose, each hand to a hole, and yanked upwards.
“Ow!” Ian said, his entire head fighting away. The edge of his hand pushed me sideways, and I lost my balance, nearly rolling off his neck. He recovered me and hauled me back onto his chest. “Ahh! Lenn, I’m sorry!”
“Ian,” I growled, grunting to my feet again. I bent down and looked straight at him. “That’s enough. No more ‘sorry’.” I waved my arms. “Olem, I’m trying to make you laugh!”
Ian’s gaze floated away.
“I may be crooked,” I continued, “But I’m tougher than you think I am. What do I have to do to convince you that I’m not going to stop being your friend?”
He didn’t answer me.
“Well,” I groaned. I fell backwards. “My legs are dead. I can’t stand up on my own.”
Ian’s hand curled around me again, lifting me above his face and placing me gently on top of his forehead. My legs couldn’t help but drape over his eyes, my feet pressing against the upper edges of his cheeks.
“Uh. Sorry. I don’t quite fit up here.”
“You know I can’t fold my legs.”
“So, what. You gonna answer my question? What do I have to do to convince you?”
“This isn’t a yes or no question.”
“So now you’re joking with me?”
I sighed, folding my arms.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Be my big brother,” he answered. “For as long as you can.”
“As long as I can? What happened to ‘families are forever’?”
“I don’t think it counts.”
“What do you mean? Of course it counts. You want James and Catherine to adopt me like they adopted you? Would that make it count?”
“But without being baptized… What if I don’t see you again if I die?”
“Come on, kid,” I said, patting the bridge of his nose. “You’re thinking too far ahead.”
Ian remained silent.
“You saved me from dying. That means my life is basically yours. Did you think about that?”
“I guess not,” Ian said, slightly shaking his head back and forth. I rode it like the edge of a teeter-totter.
“If heaven exists, then I know you’re going to be there.” I said. “Then Heavenly Father will know how much you’ve done for me. I’m sure He’ll know right where you are. If I make it somehow, I’ll search for you. I’ll bring Aria, too, she’s already perfect anyway.”
Ian let out a short laugh.
“If I make it there,” I said. “We’ll still be brothers?”
From my seat, I could feel the furrows in Ian’s brow relax.
“You’re still going to scare me sometimes, you know.”
“I won’t do it on purpose.”
“Even if you’re teasing me?”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Good enough. It’s bad for my poor heart.”
“I don’t want to give you a heart attack.”
Fingers again lifted me into the air, this time with both hands, spinning me around with dizzying dexterity. The thumbs then became a loose belt, cushioning me as best they could. Illuminated by the lamp on the table, I looked into the boy’s eyes that watched me back with the same amount of wonder that he always showed.
“I’ve never met a boy quite like you,” I told him, bending forwards. “Never mind the whole ‘saving my life’ part. Yul, look at me, I am tiny…”
I looked over Ian’s thumbs to see my feet dangle. Ian saw my face, and gently rocked me and my legs back and forth.
“And you don’t weigh much.”
“I weigh more than when I showed up. You probably saved me from starving to death, too. So that’s two I owe you.”
“Did I ever tell you why I headed towards town when I left the village?”
“Nuh-uh,” Ian said, shaking his head.
“I didn’t want to be eaten by an animal like I thought Xande had. I didn’t want to be run over by an Iatvi car, though I guess that would have been quick. I absolutely did not want to drown.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“You know what I wanted instead?” I asked, ignoring him. “I heard from the gatherers that Iatvi had a special gas that you can’t see, can’t really smell or taste, but if you breathe enough of it, your head would get dizzy, you’d fall asleep, and you’d just die. Completely painless.”
“Lenn!” The belt around me tightened. “Why would you kill yourself?”
“Ian, I was hopeless. I would never see Aria again, so I would find a way to fall asleep and just stop being. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You wouldn’t have asked somebody for help?”
I shook my head with vigor.
“I didn’t dare. I wasn’t brave enough. I’m… still not brave enough, since you can still… what’s the phrase…? Get the drop on me? Is that what it is?”
“Huh?” Ian tilted his head.
“You can still take me by surprise, frighten me. Even you.”
He looked away.
“It’s really not your fault. Gatherers have been killed or injured in so many ways. You wouldn’t believe the stories I was told as a child. Have I mentioned how glad I am that you don’t own a dog or cat?”
I nodded, finding Ian’s hands a relaxing place to hang.
“You know what?” Ian asked.
“I need to tell you something.”
“When I was really little,” Ian said. “Like, four or five… I kinda remember something that happened that scared my mom and dad really bad. It was night, and I don’t know why, but I went outside and got lost. I didn’t recognize my street in the dark, so I just sat down on the sidewalk and cried. That’s when someone talked to me, out of the bushes behind me. He had a really deep voice, and he told me that everything was going to be all right. I couldn’t see who it was, but I knew it wasn’t a regular person. I thought it was an angel or something.”
“You mean… a Iatili?”
“It had to be. I didn’t see him, but he told me to go and sit underneath one of the lamp posts on the corner, and that my mom and dad would find me soon. I did what he told me, and it only took a few minutes for Dad to see me under the light and take me back home. I was too young to think about it again until now. But I know it had to be a Iatili.”
“Huh,” I said. “That’s amazing. I wonder who it was.”
“I dunno. I wish I had said thank you.”
“Maybe it’s like Catherine said. Maybe Iatvi help Iatili more than we think. And Iatili help Iatvi. Maybe I should have gone to find a boy or girl, or someone like Eliza. Maybe someone would have helped me like you do.”
“But then you wouldn’t be my big brother now.”
I gave Ian a soft smile.
“That’s true.” I traced the crease between Ian’s thumb. “Having my throat torn open was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Ooh, no… Don’t say that.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“No way.” He actually laughed. “Maybe Aaron or Chris would have found you anyway, in a bush or something.”
“Maybe,” I said. “I probably wouldn’t have been able to limp into a bush in time.”
“Did you even have crutches to help you get down the mountain?”
“No, I didn’t. Elder Ordi never gave me a chance to get anything.” I pointed down. “I had ugly shoes, but I lost them in the river. It’s a miracle I didn’t get sick after all of this, either. I drank from the river. And I didn’t have food. I almost went without any, until I became so tired that I had to eat moss as I went.”
Ian’s face withered and he stuck his tongue out.
“Oh, why?! Why moss? Wasn’t it disgusting?”
“Very much yes. Raw is awful. You have to cook it first.”
“Cook it? But why would you eat it at all?”
“There wasn’t anything else,” I said. “I wasn’t about to eat bugs.”
“No wonder you were so skinny.”
“Uh-huh. No gross-or-ruh stores for us.”
“You mean grocery stores.”
“That makes me think of times when Mom would go to those fancy food stores where everything is healthy and expensive. She had us try these things called, um… ‘bean sprouts’. It looked like a pile of white worms, and tasted like grass. It wasn’t my favorite.”
“I’d probably like them.”
“Yeah, you would.”
We both laughed and fell silent as Ian studied me. I maintained a contented look.
Ian blinked a few times.
“I don’t know. I just… I don’t want you to leave. That’s all.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied with a chuckle. “Where would I go?”
“What about when Aria comes? She won’t make you go, will she?”
“Where would we go? Up the mountain with the foxes and the hawks? Behind a dumpster somewhere? Once she meets you, Ian, she’ll feel the same way I do. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
“I hope so. I just-”
Ian rose upwards, and we both looked towards the door. Upon the floor were a pair of Iatili kids, both very dressed for sleep but both shivering in uncertainty.
“Hi guys,” Ian said, placing me back down to sit on the bed. “Do you need anything?”
They remained quiet for a moment, Charsi hiding behind Juni.
“…we didn’t… do anything wrong, did we?”
I smiled up at Ian, and he did the same for me.
“Nope,” Ian said. “I just wanted to talk to Lenn about stuff.”
“Iliam qa umov. Ian ys ke karanis odanetol,” I told them. “Vis hostai.”
“…you do?” Charsi asked.
“What did you tell them?”
“I told them that we have a lot of fears just like them. But we’ll work it out. Won’t we?”