Wisdom (My Blood Approves series) Page 6

  “Yeah,” he nodded. He grabbed his wallet off the dresser and shoved it in his back pocket, and when he turned to look at me, he grinned like a fool. “I’ve got something awesome to do.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’ll see.” He came over and kissed me quickly on the cheek. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

  “Okay?” I asked, but he just laughed as he walked out of the room.

  After he’d gone, I showered and got ready for the day. When I got done, I checked on Milo and Bobby across the hall, in Peter’s old room. Peter had actually packed up his stuff because he left this time for good. I hated to admit it, but I felt a pang in my heart every time I saw his empty room.

  Well, it wasn’t empty completely. His four-post bed had been dismantled and sat propped up in the corner, with the mattress and bedspring shoved in the walk-in closet. His empty bookcases lined the walls, and all his furniture and other belongings were gone.

  Peter had also left a copy of his book A Brief History of Vampyres behind on his bed, and I know he’d done it for me. But I couldn’t keep it. I’d taken it before Jack could see, and shoved it in the box with the rest of Peter’s odds and ends stuff, burying it below a shirt and some old records.

  With Peter gone, the boys had turned the empty room into a playroom. Before Christmas, Jack and Bobby had discovered a massive sale on Star Wars Legos at the Toys R’ Us, and they “had” to buy them all. That somehow translated into them bringing them all into Peter’s old room to put them together.

  So far, they had managed to build the Death Star and a walking AT-AT, set carefully on the bookcases, and they had moved onto a giant Millennium Falcon. Bobby sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully sorting through the Lego pieces, and Milo laid on his belly, a textbook splayed open in front of him.

  The new Silversun Pickups CD played softly on the stereo, and the door to the balcony had been propped open, letting the cool winter breeze blow in. Bobby had flipped up the hood on his sweatshirt, but he didn’t mind the cold that much anymore.

  It still felt weird to me stepping into Peter’s room, even though it wasn’t his room anymore, and it didn’t even really look like it. I breathed in deeply, still able to smell him faintly. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook my head to clear it of thoughts of him.

  “What are you guys doing?” I asked.

  “Stuff,” Bobby said stiffly, adjusting his thick black glasses. He never wore them, but he needed them to see the small pieces of the Legos.

  “Bobby had a rough day at school,” Milo informed me without glancing up from his book. “He got some teacher that hates him. But he doesn’t wanna talk about it.”

  “I see.” I walked over to Milo and looked down at his textbook, and all the words were in a different language. “What are you studying?”

  “French,” Milo said. “How do you feel about going to France this summer?”

  “Sure,” I shrugged. I stepped away from him and looked around the room. It looked so barren and large without all of Peter’s antiques cluttering it up.

  I knew that Peter and I couldn’t live together anymore, not if I wanted to make things work with Jack, but I didn’t like the feel of empty space. But it wasn’t just his absence that made the house seem empty. Mae had taken a good chunk of the warmth with her, and the house had the distinct feel of a bachelor pad.

  Since Milo didn’t seem to be in the mood to chat anymore, I went downstairs to check out the laundry situation. Under ordinary circumstances, Ezra would’ve been a rather clean, orderly guy, I’m sure, but he’d been all mopey without Mae. Milo was the only one who really picked up after himself, and I’d felt like I had to step up my game lately.

  The laundry room was overflowing in a way that would’ve made Mae faint. Jack had once made a joke about how unreasonable it would be to wear a new outfit every day, but he had enough clothes where he could go months without washing it and still have clean stuff to wear. So, that’s what happened.

  I shoved as many clothes as I could into the two washing machines and turned them on. Pushing the hair off my forehead, I surveyed the room and I’d barely made a dent on the laundry. Sighing, I turned to leave, since I couldn’t do much more for the time being.

  I paused in the doorway and looked down the hall, towards Ezra’s den. The door stood partially open, and I could see the dim blue glow from the computer. He’d holed himself up in there since Mae had been gone.

  Chewing my lip, I walked slowly down the hall to the den. I always felt I was invading his space, but I couldn’t just let him sulk anymore. Mae had left months ago, and Ezra had to move on at some point.

  “Hello?” I asked and pushed the door open wider. I’d expected to see Ezra sitting at the computer, but he lay on the sofa, his arm draped over his forehead.

  “Did you need something?” Ezra lifted his arm from his eyes so he could look at me.

  “No, I just…” I shrugged and leaned up against the doorframe. I wanted to make sure he was okay, but that sounded silly to say. Of course Ezra was okay. He was Ezra. “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t know,” he admitted. He dropped his arm to the side and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, his deep brown eyes looking beyond the wood. “I suppose it is time that I get up.”

  “No, you don’t have to,” I said. “Nothing’s going on.”

  “But you’re worried about me.” He sat up and looked around his den, which was unusually messy. Books and papers were strewn about, and a blanket lay rumpled on the floor. He’d been sleeping on the couch, preferring the distressed leather to the empty space of his bed.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

  “No,” he shook his head. “But I’ve spent too much time in here.” He rested his heavy gaze on me for the first time. “I’m being selfish and ridiculous. You have real things to mourn, and I’ve been sulking about like a whiny child.”

  “Come on, Ezra. You and Mae were together for over fifty years. I can’t even fathom that.”

  “But she’s alive and happy. Happier than I could make her.” He breathed deeply and turned away from me. “At least I have that.”

  “She’s not happier,” I said. “She just... thinks she is, but she’s not.”

  “A child was the one thing I could never give her, and it was the one thing she wanted more than anything else.” He spoke so quietly, I barely heard him, and then he shook his head and looked back over at me. “But how are you holding up with everything that’s been happening?”

  “Great,” I shrugged. “Everything is about as good as can be expected.”

  “Is it?” Ezra tilted his head, and his concern made me squirm. I lowered my eyes and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.

  “Hi, honey, I’m home!” Jack shouted from the other side of the house, and I smiled in relief. I didn’t want to delve into how I really felt, not even with Ezra.

  “Jack’s back,” I said, as if Ezra hadn’t heard the same thing I had. “I’m gonna go.” I edged back out the door, but I waited until he nodded before I sprinted down the hall.

  “Good, you’re here,” Jack grinned when he saw me. He stood in the middle of the dining room, and his excitement crackled through me.

  “Yeah. Why?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I told you. I did something awesome.” His eyes sparkled, and he grabbed my hand. “Come on. I wanna show you.”

  “What?” I repeated.

  “Okay, remember how you’re driving now?” Jack asked, pulling me along towards the garage.

  “I can’t really forget it.”

  “And with me, you, Ezra, Milo, and Bobby all driving our own cars, it doesn’t really seem like we have enough vehicles?” He paused at the door leading to the garage. “And how I’ve been needing to buy a new car since I lost my Jeep?”

  “You didn’t lose your Jeep. You totaled it,” I reminded him.

  “Semantics.” He waved it off. “So I’ve been looking for a car to replace
mine, and today I found the perfect one.”

  With dramatic flair, he pushed open the door to the garage and stepped inside. Sitting next to the bright red Lamborghini was a small silver car. For a moment, I was dumbfounded. His new car looked old, like from the eighties. Don’t get me wrong – it was in good shape, almost mint condition, I’d guess, but it was not at all what I’d expected. I’d thought Jack would want something as equally flashy as the Lamborghini.

  “So?” He stared at me expectantly.

  “It’s nice.” I forced a smile, trying to match his enthusiasm and failing.

  “You don’t get it.” His face fell with surprise and disappointment. “I can’t believe it.”

  “No, it’s nice,” I said again and walked closer so I could see it better. I had to be missing something since he was that excited about it.

  “It’s more than nice!” Jack insisted, still looking appalled. “This is a completely rebuilt 1982 Delorean!” He gestured to it as if that would make me understand, but something about the name clicked with me.

  “Oh wait. Is that the car from Back to the Future?” I asked.

  “Yes!” He dashed over to his new car. “But it’s better. It’s been modified, so it has keyless entry, an iPod interface, and lots of other stuff. But look!” He pulled on the handle and doors open, lifting up instead of out. “Gull doors!”

  “So are you gonna take me for a ride?” I went over and peered inside, admiring the interior that looked brand new for being nearly 30-years-old.

  “Yes, definitely,” he smiled. “But first, I gotta talk to Ezra.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, for one thing, I just pulled nearly a hundred grand out of our savings.” Jack leaned into the car and flipped open the glove box. He grabbed a few papers, which I’m assuming had something to do with his transaction. “And I need to talk to him about getting this thing insured. I don’t know if I need special like collector’s insurance or something.”

  “You paid almost a hundred grand for this?” I gaped at him.

  “It was totally worth it.” He closed the doors to the car and walked back to the house. “And if you think that’s bad, you should hear what Ezra paid for the Lamborghini.”

  “You guys are ridiculous.”

  “Ezra!” Jack shouted as he went inside. By the time we made it to the dining room, Ezra was already at the end of the hall. “Good. I need to talk you. I bought a car.”

  “Good,” Ezra said, and if he was surprised, he didn’t show it. “What kind?”

  “A rebuilt 1982 DMC-12,” Jack said, and Ezra smiled approvingly.

  “Nice,” he nodded. “What’d you pay?”

  “Here.” Jack handed him the papers he’d pulled from the glove box.

  Ezra sat down at the dining room table as he read through them, and Jack sat next to him. I peered over Ezra’s shoulders and saw that Jack had gotten some kind of warranty to go with it, and Ezra was apparently deciphering the terms of it.

  “What are you guys doing?” Milo asked. He and Bobby came downstairs, and Milo stopped in the dining room to see what we were doing. Bobby ventured on, going into the kitchen to go through the fridge.

  “Jack bought a car,” I said.

  “A Delorean,” Jack smiled, and he puffed up every time he mentioned it.

  “The car from Back to the Future?” Milo raised an eyebrow.

  “Yeah.” Jack’s smile grew broader.

  “Does it come with a flux capacitor?” Milo asked.

  “No.” Jack looked at him like he was an idiot.

  “So it can’t really travel time?” Milo asked.

  “Well, no. Of course not,” Jack said, sounding a little deflated. “It’s a car.”

  “An old car.” Milo crossed his arms over his chest.

  “My cousin would’ve sold you his Gremlin for a lot less, I bet,” Bobby said, coming back into the room with a Diet Cherry Coke.

  “Whatever. It’s awesome,” Jack said defensively. “You’d know if you saw it.”

  “Can we see it?” Milo asked.

  “Yeah.” Jack pulled the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Milo. “Go ahead. But don’t break anything and don’t drive it. You can just look.”

  “Yes, sir,” Milo said, stepping towards the door. He turned to Bobby. “Wanna see it?”

  “Sure. Why not?” Bobby shrugged.

  “Bobby, don’t even think about taking that pop in the car!” Jack called after them, and Bobby set his can of pop on the kitchen counter before following Milo out to the garage.

  “It is a really cool car,” I told Jack once they were gone.

  “I know.” He looped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him, so I was leaning on his lap.

  “This all sounds good,” Ezra said finally. He tapped the papers on the table and looked at Jack. “It was maybe a tad overpriced, but everything is in order.”

  “So it’s cool that I took the money?” Jack asked.

  “You earned it. You can do with as you see fit,” Ezra said mildly. “We need to get insurance started on it, and while I’m doing that, we should transfer the Audi into Alice’s name, and the Jetta into Milo’s.”

  “What?” I asked, feeling a little startled. “Those aren’t our cars.”

  “Nobody else is driving them.” Ezra pushed back his chair and stood. “They’re not coming back, Alice. It makes more sense to have everything in your name, in case you get pulled over or in accident. You’d have enough questions to answer without dealing with car ownership.”

  “I guess,” I said, but it still felt strange to me.

  “Let me get some papers. I think I might actually have title papers,” Ezra said and went down to the den. He stockpiled all sorts of legal papers. It made things easier when he had to transfer things, since most of the transfers were to different versions of himself.

  “If you don’t like the Audi, we can get you a different car,” Jack said, misinterpreting my unease.

  “No, the Audi’s a great car.” I shook my head. “And I shouldn’t get a new car. You had to work for yours, and I should too.”

  “But you don’t work,” Jack looked at me quizzically.

  “I don’t know where they’re at,” Ezra sighed, coming back to the room a few minutes later. He had a Post-It note and a pen in his hand. Under his breath, he muttered, “Without Mae, I can’t find anything in that damn den.”

  “I can help you look, if you want,” I offered.

  “No, I’ll just get the information, and I’ll call my lawyer tomorrow,” Ezra said, sitting back down at the table.

  “You need a lawyer to transfer a title?” I asked.

  “No, my lawyer can get the papers I need.” He scratched the back of his neck. “What do I need to get from him? Just tiles and registration for you and Milo? And I need to call about insurance for the Delorean?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” Jack nodded.

  “Sorry, I have to make notes.” Ezra smiled sadly as he scribbled down on the paper. “I can’t seem to remember anything anymore.”

  Ezra had astonishingly beautiful handwriting, and I leaned forward to watch as he wrote down Milo’s name and the Jetta, and then Audi, followed by Alice Townsend instead of Alice Bonham.

  “Um, it’s Bonham,” I said, correcting him. “Instead of Townsend.”

  “Oh yes. Sorry. I always forget.” Ezra shook his head and crossed out Townsend and wrote my last name above it.

  “Why don’t we just leave it Townsend?” Jack suggested, looking up at me.

  “Cause it won’t match my driver’s license,” I said.

  “I know but… why don’t you change that?” Jack asked.

  “Not this again,” I rolled my eyes.

  “Oh, come on, Alice. It’s weird!”

  “No, it’s not!” I stood up, and Jack tried to hang onto my waist, but I pulled away from him. “You know what’s weird? Taking the last name of your boyfriend and his entire family.”

  “I
t’s your brother’s last name too!” Jack pointed out. “And I just don’t understand why you’re so against it. It’s not a bad last name.”

  “No, it’s not.” I crossed my arms over chest. “I don’t have any problem with your last name. It’s just not my name.”

  “Mae took Ezra’s last name,” Jack countered, as if that would validate his point someway.

  “I don’t really want to be involved with this,” Ezra said, slowly standing up.

  “Jack, we shouldn’t really be talking about her.” I hurried to use Mae as a shield to deflect the argument.

  “It won’t kill him to hear her name,” Jack scoffed. “Lord knows you never stopped talking about Peter around me.”

  “Alright. I am going to the den.” Ezra turned and walked out of the room, escaping the tension so quickly it made me envious.

  “I hardly ever talk about Peter around you! I’m always biting my tongue!” I shouted, and realized just a moment too late that that statement made things a lot worse.

  “Always?” Jack narrowed his eyes and stood up. “Sorry, Alice. I didn’t mean to stop your Peter gushing. I didn’t know it was so hard for you to not speak about him.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” I sighed. “I’ve been careful of your feelings is all, and I think you should show the same respect to Ezra, since you know how he feels.”

  “No. I don’t know how he feels. He had a woman who loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, so she didn’t see anything wrong with taking his last name.”