The boy watched the girl leave. A pit in his stomach urged him to chase after her again, but he held himself back. She didn't want to talk. Maybe separating for a while was a good idea; they could calm down and think through the past events. Then they would regroup. It was a small town after all and the girl couldn't stay in denial forever. Unless she was like Jack's mom.
Oh, no, home. Time seemed to slow down in the mines but it was late. Very late. Maybe they all went to bed, Jack hoped as he started limping home. About half an hour later, he arrived at the dark house. Quietly, he let himself in by the front door. A week ago, the lock got busted and no one knew how to fix it. Although they had nothing worth stealing so it really didn't matter. He started tiptoeing past the kitchen to go to his room.
"Jack," his feet froze, " come in here." He heard Kathy's voice in the near blackness. Now that he was looking he could discern the candle light. Against his better judgment, he entered.
"They pulled the power again." Her disembodied voice sounded right in front of him. Kathy must have been sitting at the counter in front of him, even though the cased candle was dripping on the kitchen table. Even with their dad's worker compensation checks which were still sent to the house, Kathy's part time jobs at Charlie's Crazy Candies and the Y, and the temp jobs that Jack picked up, the bills kept piling up. It got so bad that Pam offered to pitch in her dog walking change but neither Kathy nor Jack would accept it.
"Oh," Jack said, trying not to give away the relief in his voice. She didn't realize that he didn't come back home until now, and she couldn't see the evidence written on his dirty clothes or pained expression. " Mrs. Cooper offered me a good sum to rake her leaves this fall. She's a real priss when it comes to getting everything done perfectly, but I could -"
"We can't do this anymore," there was no emotion in her voice. Jack was shocked; Kathy hardly interrupted him. She was one of the few people in his life who didn't treat him like trouble or look at him as if he was a good-for-nothing like his runaway father.
"What do you mean?" Jack hated how his voice croaked, which was even more pronounced in the night's quiet. His heart began thumping faster in his chest.
"Even if I stayed at community college, Yinsdale is a town away. I'd have to get on the bus at 9:00 am and I'd return at 5:00 pm at the latest. Then I would have to get ready for one of my jobs. I'd only be home when you guys were asleep."
"I can take care of myself," Jack said, but he knew Kathy wasn't listening. It sounded like she made up her mind a while ago.
" And Mom, and Pam?" There was no scorn in her voice, but Jack didn't like its cold tone. It was if Kathy was detached from the situation, from him. "Tonight was more than enough to prove that it wouldn't work. It shouldn't have to anyway. You're thirteen years old Jack. You should be focused on school and be hanging out with friends. Not worrying after an eight year old and- you know." Kathy finished. Five hollow heartbeats passed before Jack could speak up.
"So what's going to happen to us," Jack whispered; hating how young he sounded. A stressed sigh hit Jack's ears.
" I talked to the Hanson's, they're more than willing to take Pam in. They already treat her like a second daughter." The Hanson's were the family of Pam's best friend, Mellissa. They weren't rich but they were definitely better off than Jack's family. " We'll move to an apartment by Yinsdale. It will work. You'll get a new start at school without a reputation."
"And we'll just abandon Pam?" Jack demanded, forcing his volume down.
" Would it be better for us to take her from a school she loves and people who care about her?"
"We care about her," Jack shot back.
"Not enough to keep her full each day, or clothed properly so she won't be bullied at school. Pam's a sweet girl, we both know that, but she's not tough like you and I. She shouldn't have to be." Any resistance in Jack drained away. He couldn't, or didn't want to, think about that kind of life for Pam; his little sister who always smiled and stuck up for him at school. Pam, the one in their family who always cried at the puppy mill commercials and went silent for three days after their dad left.
"What about Mom," Jack's voice fell flat. He didn't care anymore - about what his dad was doing, about the thing in the mines, or the pain in his limbs- he just wanted all of this over with.
"There's a place for people like her," Kathy's voice caught at the end, but she carried on, "it's not so expansive that we couldn't afford it. They'll be good to her and help her in ways that we can't." Jack listened to her draw in a long, rattled breath. "You understand, right, Jack? I mean, eventually the mining company would realize that they were sending checks to someone who wasn't even there. There's no other option. If there was..."
"I do understand, Kathy." Jack left before his sister could start crying. It wasn't as if he didn't want to comfort her, but he knew his older sister. She was the strong child in the family. The one who didn't, couldn't, show weakness because she had to be a good example for Pam and him. If Jack held her as she sobbed... Kathy wouldn't be able to forgive herself and he'd lose her too. Jack trudged into his room and quietly pulled his door until he heard the handle click. Without bothering to change, he climbed into bed and was instantly transported to a place of pipsqueak girls looking down at him disapprovingly. They shook their heads as he ran from the Thing and right into a very bright light.