"No," Gillian said, holding her elbows firmly against her sides.
They stood, confused and indecisive, until they were saved by an interruption, a voice from the main hallway.
"What are you doing to her?" the voice said.
Gillian turned and looked around David. It was Tanya Jun, David's girlfriend.
Tanya was wearing a velveteen cap perched on her glossy dark hair and a Christmas sweater with metallic threads woven in. She had almond-shaped gray eyes and a mouth with firm lips molded over white teeth. Gillian always thought of her as a future corporate executive.
"I saw your car out there," the future executive said to David, "and the front door of the house was open." She looked level-headed, suspicious, and a little bit as if she doubted David's sanity. David looked back and forth between her and Gillian and fumbled for an explanation.
"There's nothing going on. I picked her up onHillcrest Road . She was-well, look at her. She fell in the creek and she's frozen."
"I see," Tanya said, still calmly. She gave Gillian a quick assessing glance, then turned back to David.
"She doesn't look too bad. You go to the kitchen and make some hot chocolate. Or hot water with Jell-O in it, something with sugar. I'll take care of her."
"And the police," Gillian called after David's disappearing back. She didn't exactly want to look Tanya in the face.
Tanya was a senior like David, in the class ahead of Gillian atRachelCarsonHigh School . Gillian feared her, admired her, and hated her, in about that order.
"Into the bathroom," Tanya said. Once Gillian was in, she helped her undress, stripping off the clinging, icy-wet clothes and dropping them in the sink. Everything she did was brisk and efficient, and Gillian could almost see sparks fly from her fingers.
Gillian was too miserable to protest at being stripped naked by somebody with the bedside manner of a female prison guard or an extremely strict nanny. She huddled, feeling small and shivering in her bare skin, and then lunged for the tub as soon as Tanya was done.
The water felt scalding. Gillian could feel her eyes get huge and she clenched her teeth on a yell. It probably felt so hot because she was so cold. Breathing through her nose, she forced herself to submerge to the shoulders.
"All right," Tanya said on the other side of the coral-colored shower curtain. "I'll go up and get you some dry clothes to put on."
"No!" Gillian said, shooting half out of the water. Not upstairs, not where her mom was, not where her room was.
But the bathroom door was already shutting with a decisive dick. Tanya wasn't the kind of person you
said no to.
Gillian sat, immobilized by panic and horror, until a fountain of burning pain drove everything else out of her mind.
It started in her fingers and toes and shot upward, a white-hot searing that meant her frozen flesh was coming back to life. All she could do was sit rigid, breathe raggedly through her nose, and try to endure it.
And eventually, it did get better. Her white, wrinkled skin turned dark blue, and then mottled, and then red. The searing subsided to a tingling. Gillian could move and think again.
She could hear, too. There were voices outside the bathroom in the hallway. The door didn't even muffle
them.
Tanya's voice: "Here, I'll hold it. I'll take it to her in a minute." In a mutter: "I'm not sure she can drink
and float at the same time."
David's voice: "Come on, give her a break. She's just a kid."
"Oh, really? Just how old do you think she is?"
"Huh? I don't know. Maybe thirteen?"
An explosive snort from Tanya.
"Fourteen? Twelve?"
"David, she goes to our school. She's a junior."
"Really?" David sounded startled and bewildered. "Nah, I think she goes to P.B."
Pearl S. Buck was the junior high. Gillian sat staring at the bathtub faucet without seeing it.
"She's in our biology class," Tanya's voice said, edging toward open impatience. "She sits at the back
and never opens her mouth." The voice added, "I can see why you thought she was younger, though. Her bedroom's knee-deep in stuffed animals. And the wallpaper's little flowers. And look at these pajamas.
Little bears."
Gillian's insides felt hotter than her fingers had been at their most painful. Tanya had seen her room, which was the same as it had been since Gillian was ten years old, because there wasn't money for new curtains and wallpaper and there wasn't any more storage space in the garage to put her beloved animals away. Tanya was making fun of her pajamas. In front of David.
And David... thought she was a little kid. That was why he'd offered to drive her to school. He'd meant the junior high. He'd been nice because he felt sorry for her.
Two tears squeezed out of Gillian's eyes. She was trembling inside, boiling with anger and hurt and humiliation...
Crinch.
It was a sound as loud as a rifle report, but high and crystalline-and drawn out. Something between a crash and a crunch and the sound of glass splintering under boots.
Gillian jumped as if she'd been shot, sat frozen a moment, then pulled the moisture-beaded shower curtain aside and poked her head out.
At the same instant the bathroom door flew open.
"What was that?" Tanya said sharply.
Gillian shook her head. She wanted to say, "You tell me," but she was too frightened of Tanya.
Tanya looked around the bathroom, spied the steamed-up mirror, and frowned. She reached across the sink to wipe it with her hand-and yelped.
"Ow!" She cursed, staring at her hand. Gillian could see the brightness of blood.
"What the-?" Tanya picked up a washcloth and swiped the mirror. She did it again. She stepped back
and stared.
From the tub, Gillian was staring, too.
The mirror was broken. Or, not broken, cracked. But it wasn't cracked as if something had hit it. There was no point of impact, with lines of shattering running out.
Instead, it was cracked evenly from top to bottom, side to side. Every inch was covered with a lattice of fine lines. It almost looked purposeful, as if it were a frosted-glass design.
"David! Get in here!" Tanya said, ignoring Gillian. After a moment the door stirred and Gillian had a steamy distorted glimpse of David's face in the mirror.