They have those remakes of the old fortune-teller machines with the papier-mâché Gypsy. You press your finger to a metal panel and the machine prints out a contentment plan. It’s not a real Apricity, though. There’s no DNA involved, no computing. It’s just a game.
“There’s an arcade on Guerrero, isn’t there?”
“Yeah. The Tarnished Penny.”
“Isn’t it just a couple blocks from Ellie’s house? Do you think you went there that night?”
“I told you. I don’t remember that night.” She brings her hands up higher, over her face, and I think of Astrid saying, I like it better in here. From behind her hands, Saff says, “Rhett. What did I do?”
CASE NOTES 3/29/35
Josiah’s Apricity results (in full):
Put a warm blanket on your bed.
Spend time with your sister.
Tell someone.
SO MAYBE I LIED TO SAFF. Because maybe it’s a clue, and maybe it’s nothing. Tell someone. This was Josiah’s last Apricity recommendation. I deleted it from his results before showing her. I rationalize the omission because the Apricity said, Tell someone, not Tell everyone. I rationalize it because I know I’ll do what’s right when it comes to Saff. And I know that sounds like some stupid hero-with-a-moral-code bullshit or whatever, but I also know that it’s true, that I’ll do right by her.
The pattern of the carpet in Josiah’s building gives me that taffy-stretch feeling of familiarity. It’s a deep purple geometric pattern—octagons within octagons within squares. We used to play out here, Josiah and me, building miniature cities out of the shapes, setting up our pewter men. When Josiah answers the door, that’s familiar, too. Though when I’d come here before, he’d open it and already be partway back to his room, knowing I’d follow him there. Today he leans in the doorway, filling the space, and I wonder if he’s going to tell me to go away. After a second, though, he swings the door open, and we go into the living room together, sitting across from each other in the two stiff decorative chairs I’ve never seen anyone in the Halu family actually sit in before.
“They’re out,” he says, nodding toward the rest of the apartment. “Rosie has a game.”
“How’s Rosie?” I ask. She’s his little sister. I like Rosie.
“Yeah, she’s good. Um.” Josiah flips his bangs out of his eyes, but they fall right back to where they were. His eyes, for the second I can really see them, look nervous. “So what did it say?”
“The Apricity, you mean?”
“I’m guessing that’s why you’re here.”
“Or maybe I came because I missed you.”
I don’t plan on saying this. It just comes out of my mouth, and when it does, I realize that I have missed Josiah. Also, that I’m angry at him for staying away. I know this isn’t fair, to not return his texts or calls and to expect him to keep trying. But there it is. The truth. The truth is I thought he’d keep trying.
Josiah leans forward. “Really?” He sounds genuinely curious.
“Nah,” I lie.
He smiles and leans back. “Yeah. Nah. It’s that damn machine.”
“It said you have something to tell someone. I thought maybe”—I shrug, suddenly embarrassed—“you could tell me.”
He bows his head, fingers playing at his lips. This is Josiah thinking.
“The machine thinks you’ll feel better if you tell me,” I say. “Happier.”
“I don’t know if I want to feel happier,” he murmurs.
“Why wouldn’t you want to be happy? If you could?” It is, I realize, a different version of the same question Saff asked me.
He raises his head. “I don’t know if I deserve it. You know?”
And I do know. Oh man, do I know.
“It’s about Saff, isn’t it?” I say. “It’s about that night.”
Josiah looks at me for a second, then he just gets up and leaves the room. I wonder if I’m supposed to follow him or maybe leave the apartment altogether. He comes right back, though, and drops something in my lap, a slip of paper. At first, I think maybe it’s a dose of zom, but it’s too big for that, and opaque. It’s just regular paper.
HAPPINESS AWAITS!
IF YOU DO THESE THREE THINGS:
1 LEARN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE
2 TAKE CARE OF YOUR PRETTY FACE
3 USE FRANGESSE™ LEMON BEAUTY BAR
Except that’s not exactly it. Each of the recommendations has been doctored in silver pen.
HAPPINESS AWAITS!
IF YOU DO THESE THREE THINGS:
1 RECITE LEARN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE NAKED
2 TAKE CARE OF YOUR PRETTY FACE SHAVE OFF YOUR LEFT EYEBROW
3 USE EAT A FRANGESSE™ LEMON BEAUTY BAR
The handwriting isn’t familiar, but then it doesn’t need to be. I already know whose handwriting it is. Josiah is watching me through the brush of his overgrown bangs, waiting for me to finish reading and figure it all out. And I do. Saff ’s mystery. I solve it.
“She did it to herself,” I say.
Josiah nods.
“She dosed herself and asked you to tell her what to do when she was under,” I continue. “She made you promise.”
I don’t have to ask why Saff would choose Josiah to help carry out her punishment. If she could get him to make a promise, Josiah would keep it. He’s a good guy. That’s why he was my friend. Josiah is a hero with a moral code, no bullshit. Except he doesn’t look so heroic just now. He looks pale and pretty much terrible.
“I didn’t know she was going to dose herself like that,” he says. “She waited until I promised and then stuck the zom on her collarbone. That close to the neck, you go out.”
“She doesn’t remember any of that night.”
“On her collarbone,” he repeats. “I’m surprised she remembers any of that week. I almost didn’t go through with it, Rhett. I really almost didn’t. But we were playing this stupid game—”
“I know. She was the scapegoat.”
He stares at his hands like he’s just discovered them lying there in his lap. “I didn’t do it because she was the scapegoat. Kind of the opposite. I did it because she asked me to. And I thought the scapegoat deserved a moment of … of respect. She explained it to me. Why she wanted to do it.”
“Because of how she treated Astrid?”
“She said she needed to know how it felt. How she’d made Astrid feel. She said she was afraid of becoming someone who couldn’t feel things.”
“So you did it,” I say.
“Yeah. I did it. But I took the soap away from her when she got sick. It was enough. I got Ellie. We cleaned her up, got her dressed and home.”
I ask one more question, though I already know the answer to this one, too. “Why didn’t you tell her? After, I mean. Why didn’t you and Ellie tell Saff that it was her all along?”
“She