The Loose Ends List(26)

I pull out my bee and text Jeb. He feels around his pocket and looks down to read Snow globe moment . He gives me a thumbs-up and a goofy grin. It’s been a snow globe kind of day.





NINE


I CAN’T SLEEP. I try to wake up Janie, but she slaps me. I curl up with my blanket on the balcony. Everything’s black: the sea, the sky.

My bee buzzes under my leg.

Hey Maddie. Any chance you’re up? I’m by the pool if you want to talk. Enzo (from the Jamaican pub earlier)

Oh my God. It’s him. It’s a photo on the bee of Enzo’s face with his adorable side grin looking up at me. I can’t believe he feels the need to remind me of where we met. I have to calm down. Janie would tell me to recite our favorite line, They’re just boys. He’s just a boy.

Actually, I’m on my balcony reading Scientific American. Delete.

We’re in the middle of a movie, but maybe tomorrow?? Delete.

Sure! I’ll be there in a few minutes. Send.

I throw on clothes and brush my hair and teeth, moving just slowly enough that he won’t think I’m too eager. I put on a little makeup so I don’t look like a pasty vampire chick and walk calmly toward the elevator. For a second I worry again that he is a patient. Maybe he wants one last fling before he goes. I don’t know what to think.

Wes and Uncle Billy’s TV is blaring through their door, but otherwise, everything is quiet. I take the elevator up to pool level. I walk toward the Grotto looking for Enzo and nearly trip over something hanging half off a lounge chair. My heart sinks. It’s Skinny Dave. He’s facedown, half on the chair with his legs sprawled on the floor. I can’t tell if he’s alive or dead. He reeks. I know Janie would probably shake him or check his pulse to see if he’s alive, but I cannot do this. I race around looking for someone to help me.

Enzo is sitting on the Grotto steps with his baseball cap and his seashell necklace and his smile. For a second, I forget Skinny Dave.

“Hi, uh, we have to help this guy. He’s passed out,” I say, flustered.

“Where? Show me.” I lead him to Skinny Dave. He immediately kneels next to him and feels for a pulse. I stand awkwardly, not knowing if I should hit the red emergency button on my bee.

“I think he’s just hammered, poor guy.” Enzo shakes him a little. “People tend to do that on the Wishwell.”

“He’s actually an alcoholic. Like, that’s his disease.”

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely drunk. Go and grab some towels. We’ll get him straightened out.” I grab a stack of towels from the bin and lay them out on a chair. Enzo hoists Dave up and gently lays his greasy head on a folded towel. I cover him so his head is the only thing peeking out. He’s a sad, smelly little boy, curled up and snoring.

We leave him to sleep and go back to the Grotto steps.

“That was awkward,” I say.

“That was nothing. I’ve seen it all on this ship.”

“What do you do here?”

“Me? I’m visiting. Francesca’s my mum. I come every summer and sail around for a few weeks, visit friends in Jamaica or Brazil. Believe it or not, this is my holiday, so I try to avoid getting involved in the scene here.”

“Wow. I guess I’m relieved to hear you’re not a patient.”

“That wouldn’t be fun, would it?” He pulls his chair closer so we’re facing each other. “How about you? Your cousin said your gran is the patient?”

“Yeah. Pancreatic cancer. She told us about the cancer and the trip all in the same night. Oh, and she also introduced us to her long-lost Jamaican boyfriend. It was a lot of news to process.”

He laughs. “Well, that’s one way to get it over with.”

“True. But I think it would have been better to know about the cancer first. Even now, I hear about all the treatments these people have been through before they got to this point, with years of chemo or experimental drugs or whatever.” I stop talking, afraid for a second I might break down. “I just—I’m wondering if it’s too soon. Like she had it in her mind to do this, and she’s not even willing to try to live.”

He nods, and I get the feeling he’s heard this before. “It’s hard for people to know when to do the whole Wishwell thing. If it’s any help, I’ve seen the pancreatic people. It’s usually pretty quick.”

“So you’ve been around this stuff a lot.”

He nods again. “I’m sort of immune to it all. I mean, it’s sad, but the suffering is worse. I watched that part with my dad. We had heard about the Wishwell Research Facilities in the Pacific, where they experiment with revolutionary medical trials.”

“I just found out about the research facilities. I had thought the Wishwell was just a ship.”

“Oh, no. Just wait until Wishwell Island. You’ll see it soon enough.”

It’s a little unsettling to be reminded that I have no idea what is on the itinerary.

He takes a drink from a plastic cup and holds it out to me. “Thirsty?” I drink from the same side he just sipped. I can taste the Enzo germs in the root beer.

“We went to the island when Dad was really sick, as kind of a last-ditch effort. But it was too late to save him. That’s when my mum had the ship idea. She wanted to create a place where people who were beyond repair could find relief.”