Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Tony drops his arms. “No?” This fucking tool winks at Jane. “What about you, sweetheart?”
I step out in front of Jane, my eyes lethal, and all the women yell at the men to come separate us.
“Antonio!” Uncle Joe calls to Tony. “Get your ass in here.”
I’m being told to go talk to my grandma before I leave. I check back on Jane before I do. “You good?”
“Yes. You?”
I nod. “Has Farrow texted you?”
She softens her voice. “He has. He’s with Moffy. They’ll be here in five minutes.”
I kiss her temple before I draw away, our hands stay clasped until the very last second that our fingers have to pull apart.
I approach my grandma at the table. Short gray hair, petite, wrinkles and age spots blemishing her frail skin—her eyes already fill with tears seeing that I’m about to go.
I take a knee in front of her chair and kiss her cheek. Whispering, “I wish we could stay longer with you.”
My grandma places a loving hand against my jaw, cradling my face. “You put too much on yourself, you hear? There’s only one thing you need to remember. Just one.” She brings my face closer to hers. “Be happy.”
43
JANE COBALT
My dad is practically a lie detector.
It has made every Wednesday night family dinner tense. For me. The one who is holstering a giant secret. There are only so many times a girl can pretend she isn’t sleeping with her bodyguard before all the beans are spilled. And there will be no spilling of any beans.
Which is why I’ve come prepared tonight.
To conceal my facial expressions, I wear a silver Venetian mask, cheap and plastic. I even haphazardly hot-glued feathers to the edge. Costumes are typical, so it won’t draw suspicion.
Dinner will formally begin when my parents arrive. Two velveteen chairs wait for them.
All six of my siblings are already seated at the elegant, ornately-carved dining table, the surface stuffed for a feast. Roasted goose emits a familiar and savory aroma, surrounded by platters of cranberries, green beans, and potatoes. A vegan roast made from seitan sits at Ben’s end.
The menu never changes. When I was little, I’d grow sick of the meal. But now, I crave it.
“Jane, wearing a mask to dinner,” Eliot says, a wry smile playing at his lips. He’s dressed in an English vintage suit: black-fitted tailcoat and white chin-high dress shirt with a blood-red cravat tied at the neck. As fashionably theatric as he is.
I notice how all my brothers and sister fixate on my mask now.
My back is painfully straight. And I wait for Eliot to say something else.
But he’s stopped speaking and lights his pipe. We all have the pleasure of watching him blow smoke rings in the air.
I take an encouraging breath. I’m not a toothless lion, even when it comes to my younger brothers who love to tease me mercilessly.
“Is that all?” I ask Eliot. “You’re just making a stray observation? Did you notice how Charlie is shirtless then?”
Charlie tilts his head at me, a cigarette burning between two fingers. He wears nothing more than thousand-dollar suit pants and a chic black-diamond-encrusted harness hooked around his shoulders.
He always comes to dinner as he pleases. A grin lifts his lip. “I am who I am, and that is not you.”
Pithy and pointed.
My cheeks pull in a smile. “I wouldn’t want you to be me, nor I you.”
Charlie raises his goblet in cheers, but he seems to stare through my mask. My lips slowly fall. He acts like he can see far into me and my deceits and intentions.
I sweat beneath my armpits. It’s just a trick of the mind, Jane. A chess move. Charlie can’t know anything at all.
“Well, I think Jane’s mask is positively lovely,” Audrey says beside me, her voice extra whimsical on Wednesday night. We all somehow become our most dramatic selves during this dinner.
“Thank you, Audrey.” I clink my goblet to hers. Just water in mine. I’m too nervous to drink. I must stay sharp.
Tom grins, more devilish with half his face painted like a skeleton. He wraps an arm around Eliot’s chair. “I think it’s hands-down the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”
We all laugh.
Eliot passes Tom the pipe, and Ben refills his glass with water, wearing a blue-gray shirt with simple font that says because there is no planet B.
He’s only sixteen, and it’s strange to think how Ben and Audrey have had more empty dinners than the rest of us. I can’t remember the last time we were all under one roof on a Wednesday night.
Now that some of us are older and moved out, it’s more difficult to get together. Even when we all can’t make it, those two are here, still at home. The youngest of the brood.
But we do make it a point to try our hardest to be back these nights. No one wishes to miss a Wednesday dinner.