Read The End or Something Like That Online
Authors: Ann Dee Ellis
The house was empty. I was about to go see Dr. Ted Farnsworth again, and I didn't even have to worry about Mom's new goal to not let me go off on my own anymore.
She was out on errands.
Dad had a late tee time.
Joe was at his friend's house.
Mom had begged me to come with her. “You shouldn't be alone today.”
“I'll be fine.”
She stared at me. “Come on, Ems. You can pick out whatever you want at the grocery store.”
One thing is, I'm not three.
“It's okay,” I told her. “I'll be okay.”
So she was gone.
I wrote a note:
Gone to the library.
Then I walked out the door into the sun and headed to the bus stop. It would take me an hour and a half to get downtown because of the Saturday bus schedule.
That gave me at least a two-hour cushion before Dr. Ted's early show at Circus Circus, Meeting Room A.
I had to figure out how to get Gabby to Forever 21 on her birthday.
It was coming up and I'd had no contact with Kim. None. Not even “a feeling or a warm embrace.” Gabby at Forever 21 was the next date we'd agreed on.
Kim had said, “I'll meet you guys at the jewelry.”
“Why the jewelry?”
Kim looked up from the calendar. “Where do you think we should meet?”
I thought about it for a second. “Gabby is always buying those maxidresses.”
“Yeah,” Kim said, “but they might not have maxidresses all the time. The jewelry never moves.”
I hated this. I hated this.
“Okay. Won't it be too crowded?” I said.
“No,” Kim said. “Remember Holly Wever?”
In
Hello from Heaven
, a girl named Holly Wever was visited by her dead dad at a Killers concert.
I still felt doubtful about all of this, which was the exact opposite of how I had to feel if I was going to be a true medium.
“And you have to get her there,” Kim said. “It won't work if you don't get her there.”
“What if she doesn't want to?”
“Trick her,” she said.
“Trick her?”
“Yeah. All you have to do is get her there.”
So, after months and months of not talking to Gabby and of being by myself and nothing, after months of all that, I tricked her.
A week before her birthday, I put a postcard in her mailbox that said,
Happy Birthday from Forever 21! Come in on your birthday and receive five free items of jewelry!!!!
I put in a lot exclamation points and used Photoshop to make it look real. At the bottom of the card I put, 50 percent off all maxidresses, just to make sure.
Then I put it in her mailbox when no one was home.
It had to work.
Five free items of jewelry? She couldn't resist.
So on the day, luckily a Saturday, I got to Meadows Mall right when it opened at ten.
I lugged the Snickers bars, the Fresca, the
Ladyhawke,
etc., etc. I brought all of it in my dad's old backpack and walked into Forever 21 when the employees were still turning on the lights.
“Welcome to Forever 21,” said a girl with sexy straight hair. I was wearing a yellow Big Bird T-shirt and really bad white leggings. I was also wearing Kim's TEVAs. I did not fit in at Forever 21.
So the girl said welcome to Forever 21 and I said, “Hi,” and then I pretended like I was looking at pants.
When she started folding shirts, I made my way to the jewelry.
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I thought Gabby would come early. She was a major birthday girl, which meant she'd have a lot of plans. So many plans.
She'd want to hurry and get this over with.
I looked at earrings for an hour.
Then I looked at shirts.
Then I looked at earrings again.
All day long, I walked around Forever 21 with my huge backpack.
At first I was optimistic.
Then, as the day wore on, I started to feel anxious.
Maybe she figured it out. If she knew it was me she wouldn't come.
For sure.
At one point a man with no hair and tight Bermuda shorts that were quite fashionable, came over and said, “Miss? Can I help you?”
I'd been in the store for about six hours, so I didn't blame him for thinking I was a weirdo.
I said, “Yes. Do you have any dickies?”
He stared at me. “What?”
“Dickies,” I said.
My mom wore dickies and it was unfortunate.
“I have to find just the right one,” I said. “It's for a dickies competition.”
He blinked several times and said, “You know, I can't help you.” And he walked way.
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By eight at night I had to face the fact that she wasn't coming.
Even though I didn't think she would, I didn't think she
really
would, a part of me, in the back somewhere with the sweaters and tights, a part of me thought she would come. She'd have to come.
I almost left and then I decided to wait until they closed. What would one more hour hurt?
She didn't come.
Didn't come.
Didn't come.
Then, at eight forty, twenty minutes before closing, she walked in.
She was alone. She was wearing a romper that most people could never pull off, and she walked straight to the jewelry section.
I was sitting on the floor by the cardigans. The night manager, Megan, she'd asked me if I was okay, and I'd told her I was waiting for a friend and then she didn't seem to mind if I camped out.
I stood up as fast as I could and almost ran over to jewelry, my gigantic bag knocking some shirts off a rack.
“Gabby,” I said, out of breath.
She looked up from the necklaces.
“Crap, Em. You scared me.”
“Oh,” I said. “Sorry.”
She looked back down at the necklaces. Picked up a peacock on a chain.
“Gabby,” I said.
“What?”
“It's your birthday.”
“I know.” She put the peacock on and walked over to the mirror. I followed her too close behind.
“Can I . . .”
I stopped
She looked at me in the mirror. “Did you give me the postcard?”
I said, “Uh.”
She turned around. “What are you doing? What is going on?”
And then she said, flicking my bag, “What is this? What is in the backpack? You are turning so freaky.”
I stood there.
A bead of sweat formed on her perfect forehead and I said, “Okay.”
And she said, “Okay? Okay? What does that mean? Okay?” Her voice got loud. “I wasn't going to come. I knew you made that stupid card. I saw you put it in my mailbox
(crap)
and I thought this is sad. This is really really sad. Everyone thinks you're crazy, Em. Everyone. I thought, I should help poor Emmy. I should help you. But then I thought, screw that. You didn't even like the deer I made you and you act like you're the only one who misses her. You're selfish.”
I'm selfish.
I'm selfish.
I'm selfish.
A lady named Betsy who I helped fold shirts for an hour, she came over and said, “Is everything okay?”
Gabby said, “Uh. No. Get away from us.”
Betsy looked at me with concern and I nodded. “It's okay.”
Then I said, “I'm selfish.”
No I didn't. Instead I just stood there while Betsy walked away.
Gabby said, “I wasn't going to come. I had plans. But then all day I couldn't stop thinking about how pathetic you are. How sad your life is.”
Then she said it. She said this: “Kim wouldn't want you to be like this.”
I watched her mouth move and I felt like I was falling. I felt like I was falling in a bucket of pudding, but it was pistachio pudding which I hate, and Gabby was on the rim of the bucket and she was saying,
how sad your life is, how sad your life is, how said your life is
and I said, “KIM.”
“Kim? Where are you?”
“Emmy, did you hear me? She wouldn't want you to be like this.”
When she was done talking and they had come on the intercom and said they were closing, when all that happened, I said, “Gabby?”
And she said, ”What?”
I tried to say something. I tried to say, Will you help me talk to Kim? Will you help me? Or maybe, I'm sorry. Maybe I tried to say I'm sorry.
But instead I just stood there.
Gabby left Forever 21.
I knocked over a tray of rings.
I didn't see Kim that day either.
I sometimes feel like I'm a dot.
A dot in the middle of millions and millions of other dots. Dots holding babies. Dots wearing bikinis. Dots on bikes. Dots in sports cars. Dots eating Doritos. Dots calling me fat. Dots on horses. Dots on buses.
Dots watching me. Me watching dots.
Dots.
I sat there. Once again on a city bus, a tiny tiny dot.
Dot.
A dot watching strip malls and golf courses and Hummers and palm trees and
GET CASH NOW
places pass by. Like it was a normal day.
Today is a normal day and I am a dot.
Kim was a dot, too, I guess, but it never felt that way. She felt like much more than a dot.
My phone buzzed.
I looked at it. Skeeter.
I stared at his name. I could answer it. I could ask him to come.
He would come.
I should tell him to come.
But then I knew he felt bad for me and I was pathetic.
I turned it off.
I could do this.
On the ride back from Dr. Ted Farnsworth Perry said, “How was it?”
I looked out the window and Kim said, “Great. It was great.”
“What was it about again?” Perry asked. “Some kind of skin care thing?”
I looked at Kim and she said, “It was essential oils.”
Perry nodded. He smiled at Kim. He smiled how everyone smiled at her, like he loved her and wished she loved him back. He didn't know she was dying.
What if he did? Would he still love her?
When they dropped me off I said to Kim, “Are you coming in?”
“No,” she said. “I think I'll go home.”
I wanted her to come in. I wanted her to come in and never leave. To just stay with us. Safe.
“I'm tired,” she said.
“Okay,” I said.
Then I watched them drive away.
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That night I messaged her.
“Are you okay?”
“You forgot to take the CDs,” she said.
“Oh, yeah.”
I didn't want the CDs and I knew she knew it.
“Do you really not want to do this?”
I stared at the computer.
“I don't think we need to,” I wrote.
“Em,” she said. “We do.”
I sat there.
Then she said, “Good news though.”
“What?”
“I found a link.”
“What?”
She sent it to me. THE GREAT JOURNEY THROUGH DEATH.
“What is this?”
“Click on it,” she said.
The website was purple, with yellow type and horrible.
It said when you die these things happen:
Then it said, BUT DON'T DESPAIR! CAN YOUR TECHNOLOGY PURIFY AND CLEANSE YOUR EXISTENCE, PREPARING YOU FOR THE GREAT UNKNOWN? and there was tiny computer flashing in the corner and it said, click here to see how!
“Wow,” I typed.
“I know,” she said.
“Did you click on it?”
“Not yet,” she said. “I thought we could click on it together.”
I smiled. “Okay. Click on it in three seconds.”
I moved the mouse over the opening and closing door. I counted to three and then I clicked.
The screen turned bright blue and started moving up, flying up. There were cartoon angels with harps and doves and people singing and priests holding Bibles and bouquets of flowers and then more angels.
“Wow,” I typed again.
“I know,” she said. “Amazing.”
The screen kept scrolling up and up with more and more images of angels and birds.
Kim said, “I guess my spirit is prepared now for the great unknown.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess mine, too.”
“Do you see the angels kissing?” she said.
“Yep. And the flamingo wearing a tiara?”
For an hour, Kim and I watched the sky flying up on our laptops.
“I think it's going to be okay,” I said.
“Okay,” she said.
Right when we got to the strip, the bus driver made an announcement.
The bus is having problems. We all have to get off early.
My stomach flipped. We were nowhere near Circus Circus.
In fact, we were in front of the Bellagio, blocks and blocks away.
You can take another bus, he said on the intercom and he was going to give us free transfers.
This stressed me out.
I didn't know what bus.
Everyone was standing up and things were loud and it meant I'd have to spend way more time on the strip than I'd planned.
On my way to the door a lady handed me an orange.
I looked at her.
“Have a happy day,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. I was going to have a happy day.
So I got off the bus and stood on the sidewalk, holding an orange.
I felt strange, like something was going to happen.
And then it did.
As the exhaust and heat cleared, across the street I saw her again.
Across the street I saw Ms. Dead Homeyer.
Wearing a sombrero.
A HOT BABES DIRECT TO YOU! truck drove by and when it was gone, so was she.
This was not a happy day.