«You always have to be so condescending!» he said.
The meal had been forgotten, and the hostile silence had evolved into hostile debate.
«Because you're always so impossible," she shot back, standing up. «I don't know why I even came here.»
«Finally, something we agree on.» He rose so quickly that his chair fell behind him.
«Oh no, don't get up," she said, although he was already standing. «No need to develop manners now. I can see myself out.»
«Fine," he said, righting his chair to sit back down.
She looked at him like she was surprised he actually wasn't going to show her to the door. «Good-bye!»
«See ya," he replied from the chair.
Maria slammed the door shut behind her, pausing outside to take a few deep breaths. Unscrewing her bottle of relaxing cedar oil, she spilled a few drops under her tongue.
On the other side of the door, Michael was also huffing intensely, trying to calm himself. He looked at the remains of the partially uneaten meals on the table before setting his eyes on his kitchen counter, where he saw the chocolate cream pie that Maria had left behind.
Suddenly, his door swung open again as Maria came storming back inside.
«I forgot the dessert.» She grabbed the pie from the counter and made her way back to the door.
Michael considered stopping her, if only to get back the pie, but he stayed in the chair. The door slammed even louder the second time she left. Waiting, Michael eventually accepted the fact that she was not going to return again.
Finally getting off the chair, Michael contemplated clearing the dishes, but put them off for the moment as his thoughts were elsewhere. Making his way across the room, he opened the closet, throwing assorted items out onto the floor as he reached along the back wall. Settling his hands on the large object he had been searching for, he pulled it out, careful not to let the cover slip off. He had been so cautious when he had put the item safely away weeks ago that he didn't want to do any damage to it now since he finally felt ready to see it once again.
Kyle slid the Men in Blackberry Pie to the middle of the table so they could share.
Isabel slid it right back in front of him. «I think I've had more than enough junk food today," she said, although she was staring longingly at the dessert.
«There's no such thing as too much junk food," he replied through a mouthful of the pie.
«Root beer floats at lunch, candy apples at the zoo, milk shakes before dinner," she said, listing just some of the snacking they had done during their day out, making a mental note to ask Jesse to spend some of their Saturday together walking around the entire perimeter of Roswell. «How can you still be eating?»
«Football season's just around the corner.» He tore another piece of the pie away with his fork. «I've got to bulk up.»
Oh, to be a guy, she thought. Then, she finally gave in and reached across the table to take a bite of her own. «We've been avoiding what happened outside.»
«I'm glad your parents didn't mind you missing dinner with them," he said, deflecting her comment.
Isabel's thoughts flashed back to Jesse for a moment, since he was really the one she'd cancelled on. «And you're still avoiding the subject.»
«What do you want me to say?» he asked, picking the remains of the pie apart with his fork. «I've had a great time today, but did you really think that one afternoon full of activities was going to erase those horrible images from my mind?»
«I was hoping to at least distract you for a while," she answered softly.
«And you did," he honestly replied. «But you know there's only one way to get rid of them for good.»
«No, Kyle," she said firmly. «I can't dreamwalk you to remove the memories. It's too dangerous.»
«More dangerous than my meltdown outside?» His fingers were tapping on the plate again, every now and again dropping into the pie. «What if that happens while I'm driving?»
«We should talk to Max about it when he gets back," Isabel said. «Maybe he'll have an idea.»
«And until then I should just stay at home locked in my room?» Kyle asked. «I've already been told to take time off from work," he reminded her. «This is beginning to interfere with my life.»
Isabel didn't want to fight with him, especially considering the agitated state he was already in. She tried to keep herself calm, even though he was getting a little unsettled. «I wish I had the answers, Kyle, but I don't.»
«Yes, you do," he pushed.
Their eyes locked as Kyle pleaded with her to do what she knew she could not. She had already lost one friend to alien mind games; she was not going to lose another.
Finally, Kyle relented. His body sank back into the booth. «I'm sorry. I know it's dangerous. I'm just under a lot of stress.»
«I know," she replied. «And I want to help, but I'm just afraid.»
«Do you want the last bite?» He referred to the pie, although the remnants had been mashed into oblivion.
«I think you managed to put it out of its misery," she replied.
«Lucky pie," he joked.
«Come on, Kyle.» She got out of the booth. «The night is still young. To paraphrase the poem Liz read the other night, we've got miles to go before you sleep.» She put her hand out to him in friendship.
Rejuvenated, Kyle slid out from the booth and took her hand.
Isabel led him through the Crashdown and out into the street. The night ahead of them, she was determined to do whatever she could to keep his mind off his problems. All the while, she was beginning to question her decision not to dreamwalk him as the phrase kept repeating in her head, miles to go before you sleep.
6
Ms both meals came to very different conclusions in Roswell, another dinner came to an end forty miles south in Artesia. Max finally was able to relax once all the pizza had been eaten, considering he had spent most of the meal worrying that they were going to spill something on the perfectly clean beige carpet. A few times, he suspected that Jason had been aware of his concern, since the boy kept holding his glass of soda precariously over the floor with an evil grin on his face.
Having spent a little time with Jason, Max had to wonder whether this was the same person Liz had grown up with. He didn't seem at all like the boy she had described. Talk about invasion oj the body snatchers, he thought. Then, for one infinitesimally brief moment he feared that was the truth behind Jason's behavior. Stranger things have happened. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, Max got up to clear away their mess.
After removing the remains of the slightly overcooked pizza, Max found one of those gross-out comedy movies
playing on cable. Although he really hated that kind of base humor, he knew kids seemed to like it, so he let Jason watch. It was the first bit of bonding they had done, although very few words were actually spoken. Unfortunately, the movie was only two hours long, and silence filled the air again as soon as the TV was clicked off.
«Your parents should be in Santa Fe by now.» Liz checked her watch. «They might be calling soon.»
«I wouldn't wait by the phone," Jason replied.
«What is with this attitude?» Liz asked.
«Nothing," he said. «I just don't expect them to call.»
«Well, if they do call, I want to ask you a favor," Liz said.
A smile crept to Jason's lips, but it was not warm and inviting. «Go ahead.»
Liz sighed. She knew that she could trust the Jason she had grown up with, but whoever it was sitting on the couch with her was totally different from the boy she had known. «It's just… they don't know Max is staying here.»