Beautiful Darkness by Kami García, Margaret Stohl Read Free Book Online

leashes.” I tried to defend myself, but it was too late.
    Amma glared at me and turned to Aunt Caroline. “Seems Aunt Mercy’s been waitin’, sittin’ on the porch, starin’ at an empty
     leash hangin’ on the clothesline.” She took her hand off the receiver. “You need to get her in the house and put her feet
     up. If she gets lightheaded, boil some dandelion.”
    I slunk out of the kitchen before Amma’s eyes got any narrower. Great. My hundred-year-old aunt’s cat was gone, and it was
     my fault. I’d have to call Link and see if he’d drive around town with me and look for Lucille. Maybe Link’s demo tapes would
     scare her out of hiding.
    “Ethan?” My dad was standing in the hall, right outside of the kitchen door. “Can I talk to you for a second?” I had been
     dreading this, the part where he apologized for everything and tried to explain why he had ignored me for almost a year.
    “Yeah, sure.” But I didn’t know if I wanted to hear it. I wasn’t really angry anymore. When I almost lost Lena, there was
     a part of me that understood why my dad had come completely unhinged. I couldn’t imagine my life without Lena, and my dad
     had loved my mom for more than eighteen years.
    I felt sorry for him now, but it still hurt.
    My dad ran his hand through his hair and edged closer to me. “I wanted to tell you how sorry I am.” He paused, staring down
     at his feet. “I don’t know what happened. One day, I was in there writing, and the next day all I could do was think about
     your mom—sit in her chair, smell her books, imagine her reading over my shoulder.” He studied his hands, as if he was talking
     to them instead of me. Maybe that was a trick they taught you at Blue Horizons. “It was the only place I felt close to her.
     I couldn’t let her go.”
    He looked up at the old plaster ceiling, and a tear escapedfrom the corner of his eye, running slowly down the side of his face. My dad had lost the love of his life, and he had come
     unraveled like an old sweater. I’d watched, but I hadn’t done anything about it. Maybe he wasn’t the only one to blame. I
     knew I was supposed to smile now, but I didn’t feel like it.
    “I get it, Dad. I wish you’d said something. I missed her, too. You know?”
    His voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “I didn’t know what to say.”
    “It’s okay.” I didn’t know if I meant it yet, but I could see relief spread across his face. He reached around and hugged
     me, squeezing my back with his fists for a second.
    “I’m here now. Do you want to talk about it?”
    “About what?”
    “Things you need to know when you have a girlfriend.”
    There was nothing I wanted to talk about less. “Dad, we don’t have to—”
    “I have a lot of experience, you know. Your mother taught me a thing or two about women over the years.”
    I started planning my escape route.
    “If you ever want to talk about, you know…”
    I could hurl myself through the study window and squeeze between the hedge and the house.
    “Feelings.”
    I almost laughed in his face. “What?”
    “Amma says Lena’s having a hard time with her uncle’s passing. She’s not acting like herself.”
    Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. “No, she’s all right.”
    “Well, women are a different species.”
    I nodded and tried not to look him in the eye. He had no idea how right he was.
    “As much as I loved your mother, half the time I couldn’t have told you what was going on in her head. Relationships are complicated.
     You know you can ask me anything.”
    What could I ask? What do you do when your heart almost stops beating every time you kiss? Are there times when you should
     and shouldn’t read each other’s minds? What are the early warning signs that your girlfriend is being Claimed for all time
     by good or evil?
    He squeezed my shoulder one last time. I was still trying to put together a sentence when