We’ve been here before. His warm arms go around me—feels like home.
I drop my head onto his shoulder.
The tears come. Slow and hot. Each one agony to produce.
Scott caresses my back and says, “I’m sorry, Bethie. I’m so, so sorry.”
It doesn’t make any sense. What does he have to be sorry for? All he ever did was love me. It makes sense in my heart, though. His soothing hand and comforting voice—his shoulder mutes my sobs, opens my heart, and wrings it out.
I can’t control the cascade his tenderness forces from me.
Mom arrives. “Beth, don’t—”
Scott stops her. He knows I need this. He knows I’ll need his shoulder again and again and again. After all I’ve done to him, he’s willing to give it to me.
Mom leaves us out there.
I raise my face. The front of Scott’s jacket is soaking. “I did this to him, too. In Lausanne. And he held me—just like this.”
“I don’t mind being second, Bethie. As long as I’m last.”
“You’re not second, Scottie.” I kiss him then. The touch of his lips makes me cry even more.
He kisses me back—tender, so soft, like I’m fragile as Derek’s dead pink rose taped to the wall next to my bed.
I trace his lips with my fingertips, marveling that he’s here, a whole solid person, with his arms around me. This boy I grew up with, who knew me before any of this. Who loved me as I was—and as I am. He should hate me, but I can tell by the grief in his eyes that he still loves me—will always love me.
And I can love him now.
I learned how from Derek.
I clutch at Scott. He draws me closer, holds me tighter and tighter, his familiar scent surrounding me, calming me. I am home.
“Don’t let go.” I press my lips on his to seal my plea. “Please, Scottie, don’t ever let go.”
author’s note
Sing Me to Sleep has given me the chance to remember Matt Quaife and share his spirit. Derek isn’t Matt. To try to re-create Matt in fiction would have been presumptuous and impossible. Matt’s life and death are sacred and private. But Matt inspired this story, and it is in honor of his memory that I share it with you.
Matt grew up singing in London, Ontario, home of Canada’s world-renowned Amabile family of choirs (www.amabile.com). I remember him burping the alphabet in one festival when he was a member of the Boys’ Concert Choir. Later, he became a fixture of Amabile’s famous Young Men’s Choir.
Matt didn’t talk often about his cystic fibrosis. He was too full of life for that. He didn’t complain about therapy, medicine, and regular trips to the hospital. Matt passed away November 25, 2007. He was just eighteen.
Thirty thousand people around the world live with cystic fibrosis. To learn more about their struggle and the remarkable research that has a cure in its sights, go to www.cff.org or www.cysticfibrosis.ca.
Thank you
Joyce, dear friend, for smiling on my efforts, sharing your son’s journey, and helping me get the medical stuff right.
Amabile Choirs of London, Ontario, Canada, for all those years of music and letting me use your name and fame for the sake of my story.
Rachel, for mining your memories and giving them to me.
Allie and Jared—your love was a catalyst. You will live happily ever after.
Heather, for sharing your heartbreak one afternoon in the Cougar Eat and setting me up with your cousin.
Mike and Tina and your beautiful family, for James.
Joelle, Connie, Rachel, Jenni, and Kristin for brilliant and timely first-draft critiques when I was freaking out. You saved me months of revisions.
Lexa, for insisting Beth needed a boy back home, asking for lyrics, and all the other excellent work you and everyone at Razorbill do on my behalf.
Allen, for your love and support. I couldn’t pursue this dream without you.
And my boys for your patience. The time-traveling space pirates will make it into print some day.
photo appendix
IN MEMORY of MATT
Matt, left, in his Amabile tuxedo.
Amabile combined choirs.
Amabile boys. Matt is in the front, far left.
Amabile boys, goofing off.
Matt in his hockey jersey. At their Christmas concert, Amabile had this framed and presented it to Matt’s parents.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
chapter 1 - THE OFFERING
chapter 2 - UGLY IN ALTO
chapter 3 - TAKE TWO
chapter 4 - REMAKE
chapter 5 - BRIGHT LIGHTS
chapter 6 - RUBY
chapter 7 - FIXED
chapter 8 - PROM
chapter 9 - TOO WEIRD
chapter 10 - INFECTED
chapter 11 - BROKEN
chapter 12 - WHOLE
chapter 13 - ROCK STAR
chapter 14 - WINNERS
chapter 15 - SO RIGHT
chapter 16 - SEE YOU LATER
chapter 17 - FRIENDSHIP
chapter 18 - PILLOW TALK
chapter 19 - REALITY
chapter 20 - MY GUY
chapter 21 - PLAN B
chapter 22 - CHAMBERS
chapter 23 - QUITS
chapter 24 - CREEPY
chapter 25 - REPRISE
chapter 26 - STUDY NOTES
chapter 27 - TREATMENT?
chapter 28 - TRUTH
chapter 29 - REALITY
chapter 30 - EXISTENCE
chapter 31 - HOPE?
chapter 32 - WORSE
chapter 33 - FOR DEREK
author’s note
Acknowledgments
photo appendix - IN MEMORY of MATT