Chapter Thirty-one
"Why don't you girls walk ahead?" Kylie's mom said as soon as they got outside the dining hall. "I know Sara is dying to have some girl talk."
Kylie wasn't fooled. Her mom obviously was dying to discuss something privately with Holiday. Probably about Kylie having two boyfriends.
As Sara and Kylie started walking, Sara squeezed Kylie's arm. "Two guys? You've got two guys in love with you? Start talking, girl."
"Did Kylie's dad come this morning? I'm so worried about their relationship." Her mom's words seemed extra loud.
Kylie stopped and looked back. They were well over a hundred feet away and there was no way she should be hearing this. But she was. The sensitive hearing was back, and this time she was grateful.
"Yes," Holiday answered. "He did come. They seemed to have a good visit."
"Kylie?" Sara said. "Come on, tell me what's going on."
Kylie looked back at Sara and started walking again. "I ... it's hard to explain."
"Good," her mom said. "I'm a bit concerned about Kylie and, well, the boys. I've read when a girl has issues with her father, they find themselves having ... acting out with boys."
Well, at least Kylie now knew it wasn't just her. Her mom couldn't say the word sex to anyone.
"Do you supervise them and make sure there isn't anything happening that shouldn't be happening?"
"Well, try," Sara insisted. "Talk to me. I'm dying to know."
"Know what?" Kylie asked, failing miserably at keeping up with two conversations.
"Have you lost it yet?" Sara asked.
"Your daughter has a good head on her shoulders," Holiday answered. "I don't think you need to worry about Kylie."
"Lost what?" Kylie asked Sara, and then suddenly she knew what Sara was asking.
Apparently, the two conversations going on at once were about the same thing. Sex. "No. I haven't lost it." Annoyed at Sara's question, she remembered how close she and Sara had once been. They had told each other everything-no secrets. Sort of like she now did with Della and Miranda.
The awkwardness of having her old life cross paths with her new hit again. And in about fifteen minutes, Della and Miranda would meet them at the cabin. How awkward was that going to be?
Probably very.
"But they're so hot," Sara said.
"Yeah. They are."
"So which one do you really like?"
Both. The truth echoed in her head. Kylie inhaled. "Lucas," she said.
"Yum." Sara grinned, then shrugged. "Now, can you please tell me what you did to heal me?"
Kylie recalled the advice Holiday had given her. Just deny it. "I don't know what you're..." She started hearing the conversation between Holiday and her mom heat up again.
"Can I ask you a strange question?" Holiday asked her mom.
"I guess," her mom said.
"Do you have any American Indian blood in your family tree?"
"Why would Holiday ask that?" Kylie muttered.
"Why would who ask what?" Sara looked at her strangely.
Kylie shook her head. "Nothing."
"So start talking," Sara said. "And don't even try to deny it. I remember clearly how you rubbed my temples and how hot your hands got when you did it. And I felt it. I felt something happening inside me."
Sara came to a sudden stop and caught Kylie's hands in hers. "They're not hot now. So do you only get hot when you heal people? But why was ... What's his name-Lucas-why were his hands hot?"
Kylie pulled her hands free, trying to remember what lie she'd given to Sara about her reasons for rubbing her temples.
"That is a strange question," her mom said. "Why would you want to know that?"
Sara let out a frustrated breath. "And don't tell me it's because your mom used to do it. Because I asked her about that on the ride up here, and she denied it. Said she couldn't remember rubbing your temples to help your headaches."
"Shh," Kylie said to Sara, not wanting to miss Holiday's answer.
But Sara didn't get quiet. Instead she let out a bloodcurdling scream that could have awakened the dead.
And she continued to scream. The sound pierced Kylie's eardrums. She went on instant alert, but she didn't know why. Her gaze started flipping from side to side, trying to find the source of danger.
Was it the eagle again? The evil-eyed deer? Was there another sinkhole, or had Perry gone unicorn again? Kylie was prepared for just about anything.
Tense to the max, she didn't know if she should prepare herself to fight or run. Then something butted up against her jeans-covered calf.
She glanced down.
Okay, she was prepared for about anything but Socks. Her skunk/cat was supposed to be locked up at Holiday's cabin. And just to make matters worse, her mom and Holiday came running to see what was wrong.
Within two seconds, her mom started screaming with Sara, while Kylie glanced back at Holiday.
"It's probably rabid," her mom screeched. "Get away from it, Kylie. Get away!"
"It's okay," Holiday spouted, but obviously she wasn't heard over her mom's wailing.
Kylie followed her mother's orders and stepped back. But Socks wasn't having it. He followed and pounced at Kylie's tennis shoe.
Sara squealed and darted across the path and hid behind Kylie's mom. Socks, suddenly frightened by the ruckus, shot back across the path and scampered up Kylie's leg. Unsure what to do, she held the scared pet with caution.
"Drop it! Kylie!" her mom screamed. "Drop that vermin this minute!" Then she bolted forward as if to knock the animal from Kylie's arms.
"Mom, it's okay," she said, though it was anything but.
Socks hissed, then swiveled in Kylie's hold and buried his pointed little nose in her armpit. Kylie didn't completely panic until Socks lifted his black-and-white fluffy tail straight up in the air and aimed it at her mom.
"No!" Kylie swung around and started talking sweetly to Socks. "Don't do it. Don't do it," she whispered.
"Everybody, step back," Holiday said, speaking more forcefully this time. "The skunk's not rabid. He's my pet."
Kylie looked back over her shoulder to see her mom gawk at Holiday in sheer horror. "You have a pet skunk?"