Library of Souls (Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children #3)(113)

“I’ve given some thought to this,” said Miss Peregrine.

“To what? My parents?”

“Yes. I can help you with them, if you like.”

“How?”

“One of an ymbryne’s myriad duties is dealing with normals who become problematically curious about us, or otherwise troublesome. We have ways of making them uncurious, of making them forget they’ve seen certain things.”

“Did you know about this?” I asked Emma.

“Sure. If it wasn’t for the wipe, peculiars would be in the news every other day.”

“So it … wipes people’s memories?”

“It’s more a selective cherry-picking of certain inconvenient recollections,” said Miss Peregrine. “It’s quite painless and has no side effects. Still, it may strike you as extreme. I leave it to your discretion.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay what?” said Emma.

“Okay, please do the memory wipe thing to my parents. That sounds amazing. And while you’re at it, there was this time when I was twelve that I crashed my mom’s car into the garage door …”

“Let’s not get carried away, Mr. Portman.”

“Just kidding,” I said, though I’d only sort of been. Either way, I was hugely relieved. Now I wouldn’t have to spend the rest of my adolescence apologizing for the time I ran away, made my parents think I was dead, and nearly ruined their lives forever. Which was nice.





CHAPTER XI





Sharon dropped us off at the same dark, rat-infested under-jetty where we’d first met him. Stepping off his boat there gave me a twinge of bittersweet nostalgia. I may have been terrified and filthy and in various exotic forms of pain every second of the last several days, but I would probably never have an adventure like this again. I would miss it—not so much the trials I’d endured as the person I’d been while I endured them. There was an iron will inside me, I knew that now, and I hoped I could hang on to it even as my life grew softer.

“So long,” Sharon said. “I’m glad I met you, despite all the endless trouble you caused me.”

“Yeah, me too.” We shook hands. “It’s been interesting.”

“Wait here for us,” Miss Peregrine said to him. “Miss Bloom and I will be back within an hour or two.”

Finding my parents turned out to be easy. It would’ve been even easier if I’d still had my phone, but as it was, all we had to do was report to a police station. I was a known missing person, and within half an hour of giving an officer my name and sitting down on a bench to wait, my mother and father arrived. They were wearing rumpled clothes that had clearly been slept in, my mother’s normally perfect makeup was a mess, my dad had a three-day beard, and they were both holding stacks of MISSING posters with my face on them. I felt instantly and comprehensively awful for what I’d put them through. But as I tried to apologize, they dropped the posters and wrapped me in a two-way hug, and my words were lost in the folds of my dad’s sweater.

“Jake, Jake, ohmygod, my little Jake,” my mother cried.

“It’s him, it’s really him,” my father said. “We were so worried, we were so worried …”

How long had I been gone? A week? Something like that, though it seemed like an eternity.

“Where were you?” my mother said. “What were you doing?”

The hug broke but still I couldn’t get a word in.

“Why did you run away like that?” my father demanded. “What were you thinking, Jacob?”

“You gave me gray hairs!” my mother said, then threw her arms around me a second time.

My dad looked me over. “Where are your clothes? What’s this you’re wearing?”

I was still in my black adventure clothes. Oops. They’d be easier to explain than nineteenth-century clothes, though, and thankfully Mother Dust had healed all the cuts on my face …

“Jacob, say something!” my father demanded.

“I’m really, really sorry,” I said. “I would never have put you through this if I could’ve helped it, but everything’s okay now. Things are going to be fine. You won’t understand, and that’s okay, too. I love you guys.”

“You’re right about one thing,” my dad said. “We don’t understand. At all.”

“But it’s not okay,” said my mom. “You will give us an explanation.”

“We’ll need one, too,” said a police officer who’d been standing by. “And a drug test.”

Things were slipping beyond my control. It was time to pull the rip cord.

“I’ll tell you everything,” I said, “but first I’d like you to meet a friend of mine. Mom, Dad, this is Miss Peregrine.”

I saw my dad’s eyes go to Miss P, then to Emma. He must’ve recognized her, because he looked like he’d seen a ghost. But it was okay—he would forget soon enough.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” said Miss Peregrine, shaking both my parents’ hands. “You have a terrific son, just a topnotch boy. Not only is Jacob a perfect gentleman, he’s even more talented than his grandfather.”