Page 59 of It's You
“Darce!” Willow stopped in her tracks, looking nervously back up the stairs, before hurrying down to Darcy. “Where’veyoubeen?”
“Jack’s.” She sighed.
“DoesJack’shave a tanning bed,Darcy?” Willow practically yelled her name, pulling her by the elbow into the kitchen and flicking on the overhead light.
“What are you doing? Why are you pulling me into the kitchen? Why are you yelling?”
Willow took hold of Darcy’s chin, twisting it back and forth.
“This is some burn!”
“I think it’s a rash. His sheets or something. Hoping you can give me an antihistamine.”
“His sheets? Oh, boy. We need to talk.”
Willow took one of Darcy’s arms, studying it. Darcy heard a bump overhead.
“Is someone here?”
“Damndest rash I’ve ever seen, Darce. It’s too uniform, unless it all bled together. It looks like sunburn to me. I mean, we won’t know unless it blisters. A rash won’t blister, but I’d put my money on a burn.”
Darcy heard light footsteps on the stairs.
“Who. Is. Here?”
“I am.” Darcy turned to see her brother in the kitchen doorway, holding his toolbox in one hand.
“Hey, Am.”
“Hey. So, yeah, Will. Like you thought. You had a clogged…thing.”
“A cloggedthing?” Darcy raised an eyebrow.
“You know…drain.”
Darcy looked back and forth between her best friend and her brother. She was about to make another comment when Amory took his coat off the back of a kitchen chair and struggled into it.
“Thanks, Brat,” said Willow softly, looking down.
Amory stared at her for a second longer than necessary before saluting her awkwardly and heading out the back door.
“See ya, Darce.”
The door slammed shut behind him.
“Let me write you a script,” offered Willow quickly, opening the drawer where she kept an extra prescription pad.
Darcy looked back and forth between Willow, who was concentrating a little too deeply on writing out a generic script, and the back door where Amory had just departed.Hmm.The air buzzed and crackled with leftover energy. Something had happened, oralmosthappened.
“You have lunch yet, Will?”
“Hmm?” Willow looked up. “Nope. Got up late. Tried to take a shower, but it backed up, so I called Amory.”
“I see.”
Willow watched her intently, and Darcy sensed they were in the middle of a standoff. “Well, why don’t we each grab a shower, assuming mine is working, and go over to the Live Free or Die for a late lunch?”
Willow smiled, ripping off the prescription and shoving it into Darcy’s hand before hurrying out of the kitchen. “Sounds good to me!”
