Chapter 8 - Looking All Over
-Ella-
I was standing on the sidewalk on Agronomy Road when Mom caught up with me. I couldn't help but notice there was a Starbucks right next to us and I wondered if I'd ever see a coffee shop again without feeling a twinge of panic.
"Hi baby," Mom said warmly, giving me a big hug.
"Hi Mom," replied, suddenly fighting the urge to cry again.
Giving me an encouraging smile, Mom said, "I just left Evan at the coffee shop. He'll stay there for a bit to see if anyone returns the coupon book. Did you want to go retrace your steps now? I assume you already have."
Taking a deep breath I said, "We can. This is the way I walk to most of my classes, and it's how I went to my lectures this morning. But Mom, I am SO sorry, I mean I can't even-" I felt the tears starting and my voice caught in my throat.
"None of that now Ella," Mom said firmly, "we can all have a good cry later when we've found the book and it's alright again. We'll laugh too, I bet."
"Thank you Mom. For everything." Swallowing, I cleared my throat and continued, "OK, we're only a block away from the engineering buildings. I'll take you the rest of the way with me."
And so, we walked in the cool early evening. It was still winter in Vancouver, which means clouds and drizzle when it's not actively raining. It was after 5:00 PM now and while there were still dozens of people on the sidewalks around us the day was clearly winding down. I kept my eyes on the sidewalks and gutters the whole way, trying to remember which side of the street I had been on and when I had crossed over.
Finally, we entered the group of buildings that made up the engineering department. Some of the actual classroom areas were closed, but most of the buildings weren't. I took mom straight to one of the large lecture theaters, it was still open and luckily empty, with half the lights on low I wasn't sure if it stayed like this all night or if there was an evening lecture of some kind. Shitty class if there's something at like 6 PM on Fridays.
I quickly walked to the spot in the middle left where I sat for two of my lectures earlier that day. "So, here's where you spend a lot of your time?" Mom asked politely. She could tell by my nervous walking up and down the rows that I hadn't found anything and was starting to get upset.
I tried to relax and nodded, "Yeah a bunch of my lectures are in here. I thought if I dropped it out of my bag getting my laptop out it probably would be here. But honestly, if I dropped it here I'm not that worried. No one knows Ev anywhere around here and the Slave El doodle won't mean anything either. If I dropped it here I think it's fine, but we just need to
know
."
Mom sat down in one of the lecture seats in the front row. She patted the seat next to her for me as she crossed her legs. She was wearing normal work clothes, a long skirt and a blouse with a cardigan over top and a lightweight winter jacket on that. I sat down and looked up at the lights, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. Mom placed her hand on my knee and gave me a little pat.
We just sat for a few minutes. Occasionally we'd hear someone in the hallway walking, but it was quiet.
"I really want to ask you about the 'Slave El' thing and what you and Evan are getting up to, but I'll wait until later. For now, your brother told me you fought. He said he was mean to you and he regretted being - as he said - a jackass."
My lip quivered and I took a shaky breath. "I was worse. I yelled at him to shut up and he only got mad when I punched him in the arm. I could tell it shocked him, his eyes got so big when I did it, and he looked hurt and... disappointed? It made me go crazy. I was so angry at what he said and I then I just kept saying in my head I'm sorry I'm sorry but I couldn't get the words out and then he left."
Closing my eyes, I wiped my nose and admitted, "Mom I think I may have lost him. Even if we find the book, will he ever forgive me? I just turned into an angry kid and he was like my annoying brother and I punched him. I knew it wouldn't hurt but it always made him so mad when we were little. I'd shove him or hit him, and you and dad would just tell us to settle down but if he ever hit me you'd yell at him and send him to his room. I always knew it wasn't fair, but I did it anyway. It was like a way I could always win."
"Oh baby," Mom leaned against me and wrapped an arm around me, "I'm glad you feel bad about that. It really is, well, not great you did that! You need to apologize to Evan specifically about that and tell him it will never happen again. And to be honest, I think I should apologize to him too, I guess your Father and I taught you that in a way by not recognizing we were being unfair."
I kept my eyes closed but I could feel the tears rolling down. Mom just gave me that sideways hug and held me while I let it go, quietly. Finally, a few minutes later I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.
"I'm done. Thanks Mom, but we have things to do." She held out a Kleenex from her purse and I smiled and took it, wiping my nose and drying my eyes. "There are still some places to look and then we'll go back to the apartment and think about our next moves."
Mom smiled and nodded, "Good. And Ella, I know you don't want to hear this now, but I can't not say it: if someone finds that coupon book and figures it out... something will need to change. You see that right?"
I stiffened and looked at Mom, "What do you mean?"
"We'll talk about it together, but I've been thinking. If word gets out, we will do whatever it takes to protect you. But even if you manage to convince people there is no truth to it, you won't be able to see each other as you do now. Not for a long time. Maybe not ever. Surely you recognize that?"
At my scowl Mom sighed and shook her head, saying, "I wanted to tell you first because I know you'll be angrier and if I make you angry Evan will take your side."
"Yes, mamma's boy Evan would normally agree with you I'm sure," I said archly. Instantly, I wondered why I said that. My emotions were getting the better of me, and I could tell Mom was getting irritated.