don’t understand when I lost this family,” she said. “Do you? Did you see when it happened?”
Eleanor shook her head sadly. All she could do was hug her mother.
The next morning, Dr Walker was sitting at the breakfast table, dressed in jeans, a bright polo shirt, and an argyle golf sweater, as if everything were all right. It made Eleanor want to scream.
“Yes, that’s right,” Dr Walker said, speaking into his legitimate phone. “No, we’re perfectly happy with the service … We’re just on a tighter budget now. He was really very good at his job. I’ll miss him. Thanks.”
He hung up. “Who was that?” Eleanor asked.
“Limousine company,” Dr Walker said. “I got rid of Angel.”
“What?” Brendan asked.
“Why?” Cordelia said before sipping some water. She was using it to mush-ify the muffin in her mouth so she could eat without chewing. She had woken up today and run her tongue across her teeth only to realise with horror that they all felt loose. Like piano keys, wiggling back and forth, ready to come out!
“Because with our family’s unforeseen expenses, we need to cut back,” Dr Walker said. “And before you complain: It affects me too. Angel was supposed to drive me to my conference today. So I’ll take a cab.”
“Where’s your conference, dear?” Mrs Walker asked innocently.
“Downtown. I’m planning on asking Henry for my old job back—”
“But it’s Friday.”
“Yes …”
“Isn’t Henry on call Fridays?”
“People’s schedules change,” Dr Walker said. “Why are you always questioning everything I do?”
The room got quiet. Mrs Walker turned away. Dr Walker stood up, put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”
Brendan waited until his parents had an awkward hug before he spoke. “How are we getting to school?”
“You can walk. It’s only thirty minutes,” Dr Walker said. “Beautiful San Francisco air, friendly people walking their dogs … Cordelia will go with you to make sure you don’t get lost, and then she’ll go to her dentist appointment.”
“I dunno, Dad,” Brendan said, “I think it’s against the rules for kids to walk to Bay Academy. They like their students to be dropped off by shiny, expensive cars. They might expel us for walking.”
“Our family did just fine before we had Angel,” Dr Walker said, “and we can do fine without him. No new income is coming in, you know. This money won’t last forever.”
Because you’re gambling it all away! Eleanor wanted to scream. She saw that her father was still trying to be nice, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to call him out. She gave a questioning look to her mom, who shook her head: Not yet.
Outside, the Walkers started off on a trek through heavy Golden Gate fog. It was rolling up from the bay on to the street like a clammy quilt. Not only was the air not beautiful, they couldn’t see a thing.
“I hate when this city is actually foggy,” Brendan said. “So cliché.”
“Guys,” Eleanor said in a very serious tone.
“What?” asked Cordelia.
“Dad’s in trouble.”
Brendan and Cordelia both looked at her, but now the fog was so dense that they could only see a small, determined shadow with hands clutching backpack straps. Cordelia asked, “How?”
“He’s gambling.”
“Dad?” asked Brendan. “No way. Dad’s not cool enough to be a gambler.”
“There’s nothing cool about what Dad’s doing,” said Eleanor. “You think it’s cool that he lies to us all the time? You think it’s cool when he says he’s going to ‘conferences’, but he’s really betting all our money?”
“How do you know?” Brendan asked.
“I can’t tell you” – Eleanor didn’t want to reveal she’d been in his room – “but I know, and Mom knows, and we’re going to have to— aargh!”
She tripped, landing hard on her elbows. A man was sitting with his back against a stone wall, his legs stretched across the pavement, almost impossible to see in the fog.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she said, getting up. “You can’t just sit in the street like that. I almost just busted open my whole face!”
“Nell,” Brendan whispered, “forget it. It’s just some homeless dude. Don’t get him mad.”
“Spare change?” the man asked, and as the fog wisped around him, the Walkers could see his thin beard and cap; his dirty skin; and the old Starbucks cup in his hand, with a smattering of coins inside.
“Yeah, sure, no problem,” Cordelia said, digging into her pockets.
The homeless man suddenly tensed, pulling his legs close to his body. He sat up straight, got to his feet, and stared directly at Cordelia. Through the tendrils of moisture that drifted over his head, she could see his bright blue eyes. Cutting eyes.
When the man spoke, she noticed his English accent.
“Cordelia Walker?”
Cordelia couldn’t speak for a moment. Then she said in a small voice: “Will?”
A bolt of shock silenced the Walker siblings. It was the same dumbfounded disbelief they’d experienced when, after giving up all hope of seeing their parents alive again, they showed up back home and saw Dr and Mrs Walker, unharmed and perfectly healthy.
Wing Commander Will Draper stood in front of them.
“Amazing! Incredible! It’s you!” he said. “What good fortune! I want to hug all of you, but I need a proper shower first!”
“Will, what’s wrong with you?” Cordelia asked. “Why are you in the street? You were supposed to meet me at school six weeks ago!”
“I’m terribly
