Louise examined my hair once more. “She did, did she?”
“Can’t have it plain,” I said. “I have to glam it up with something. Gonna have ’em in before I roll back to school.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Trust me, when Kim sees it she’s gonna want a repeat of that one. But who’s gonna do it for her? She don’t live with black people, I do! Nats might do it for her though. Nats will do anything for her.”
Louise shook her head. She sipped her glass of water and gave me a hard look. “Now, Miss Brisset,” she said. “Mr. Holman. Did he really harass you?”
I took my time to reply. He never got jiggy with me but I didn’t love the way he scoped me. Something definitely wrong with him. He needs more counseling than I do.
I dodged Louise’s glare. “Can I have another Coke?”
“Not before you tell me what happened with Mr. Holman. The truth, Naomi. And not Kim’s version of it.”
I met Louise’s eyes. She had a really, really look going on.
“He was . . . trying to be too nice,” I replied. “It was getting on my nerves. I’m goggleboxing, he sits beside me and asks, Are you all right? I get up to go to the bog, Are you all right? I make myself a bacon sandwich and he comes in the kitchen, Are you all right? I bounce upstairs to my room and he asks, Are you all right? I’m sure he was watching me sleep and he’s there whispering, Are you all right? He was doing my brain in. I was thinking about clonging him with that Nutra Bullet thing they’ve got. I just wanted him to leave me the fruck alone and go to the hospital where he can ask if people are all right all freaking day! And she was just too weird.”
“Did he at any time spy on you or make you feel uncomfortable in a different way?”
I side-eyed my empty glass. “Not really,” I admitted. “He was a proper Dr. Strange though. Didn’t want to stay there. Not with them.”
Louise now had her Blue Bloods face on. “What was wrong with Mrs. Holman?”
“Just didn’t like her.”
“There must be a reason, Naomi. You can’t dislike people just because you think they’re weird.”
I crossed my arms. I need to Great Escape this convo.
“So do I have to write a report?” asked Louise.
I found my napkin on the table and wiped my mouth. “Not really. If that’s what rocks your fanny you can go ahead, but I don’t really give a long squiddly. As long as I don’t have to go back.”
“Hmmm. You could have caused Mr. Holman a lot of trouble.”
“But I didn’t . . . One more Coke before I go?”
“No, I have to do another visit after I take you back.”
“Duchess Cheapo!”
“Thinking of your teeth, Naomi.”
chapter six
The PRU
No mad drama happened over the weekend. I spent most of my time chilling with the kids. Sharyna loved the The Karate Kid but it was a bit tame for me. I wasn’t loving going back to school on Monday and it came way too fast.
I made sure I was the one to tie Pablo’s laces before he left the house. I was garmed in my black jeans, black polo-neck sweater, and my sky-blue Adidas sneakers snoogled my toes. I joined Sharyna and Pablo in Colleen’s ride. “Thanks, Nomi,” said Pablo. He sat beside me in the back and smiled at me. He had two missing front teeth. Too cute. If I was eighteen he’d be the designer kid I’d like to adopt. I don’t want all that drama trying to get pregnant like Mum had. Bomb that. You wanna get ’em young before they have too many issues. I grinned back at him.
“Seat belts on,” ordered Colleen. She switched on the ignition and the world’s most boring radio station played something that the graybacks in Monk’s Orchard might’ve twirled their walking sticks to. I made a mental note to grime-ucate Colleen on the radio station issue.
It only took Colleen ten minutes to arrive at Sharyna and Pablo’s school. Sharyna checked her hair in the rearview mirror and kissed her mum on the cheek before climbing out of the car. Pablo had cutey-toed through the school gates before his sister had stepped on the pavement.
“Have you got his bag?” asked Colleen.
“Yeah,” Sharyna replied. “I’ll drop it off with his teacher.”
“Thanks, Sharyna.”
“Bye, Mum, bye, Naomi.”
“Bye, Sharyna,” I called out.
“He does that every day,” laughed Colleen as she pulled away. “A couple of weeks ago, he left his right shoe in the car. None of us realized until I picked him up. He thought he lost it at school but it was in the back of the car. That’s Pablo.”
I chuckled and fiddled with one of my braids. I’m not gonna lie, the nerve ends inside my belly were pillow-fighting each other.
“You okay, Naomi?” Colleen asked. “You’ve been quiet all morning.”
“Thinking about how boring school’s gonna be,” I lied.
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
Social worker speak.
“It’s gonna be zombies-rule-the-world bad,” I said. “Anyway, at least I’ll link with Kim and Nats again. Haven’t seen ’em for nearly two weeks.”
“They your best friends?”
I thought about it. “Haven’t got best friends,” I said. “They’re the only ones who chat to me, I s’pose. I might as well not exist for the rest of ’em. They think I’m weird.”
“If you want you can invite them around.”
I busted out a giggle. “Ha ha ha! No way! Kim will hijack your purse before you have a chance to tell her to sit down. And Nats, she doesn’t like stepping in strange peeps’ houses. She’s funny like that. I was staying with my nan for the weekend and Nats once trod all the way from Notre Dame to see me in Ashburton. She was hunting for Kim. She was going cadazy with worry.”
“We could all do with friends who worry about us like that,” said Colleen.
I nodded. “Anyway, when she came to my nan’s gates, I told her that once she finds Kim she should sink a few of her mum’s stress pills to calm her down. And she wouldn’t come in. She just waited outside in the rain till I got ready. She wanted me to help her hunt for Kim.”
“I can understand that,” Colleen said. “She was desperate to find her friend.”
“I s’pose so. Kim goes all ghost on us now and again. Sometimes I need to be on my lonesome to think about stuff, she’s always telling Nats. Nah, Nats got some serious abandonment issues.”
“What are the teachers like at your unit?”
“Boring. There’s only a couple of teachers there in any one day. Loads of staff though. We don’t have too many standard lessons. We have talks and stuff. Personal development, they brand it. Usually it all ends up with everybody cursing and fisting off . . . Were you ever expelled?”
Colleen kept her eyes on the road ahead. “Er . . . yes, I was.”
“Yeah! What for? Fisting off with some bitch? Nah, you don’t seem the type to maul somebody. Jacking from a shop? Can I come in the front?”
“Of course.”