Room_ A Novel - Emma Donoghue [66]
“Yeah,” I say, “two times.”
They’re both staring.
“When I was doing the Great Escape he dropped me in the truck and also on the street, the second was the hurtest.”
“OK,” says Dr. Clay. He’s smiling, I don’t know why. “I’ll get onto the lab right away to see if they need another sample from you both for DNA,” he tells Ma.
“DNA?” She’s got her crazy voice again. “You think I had other visitors?”
“I think this is how the courts work, every box has got to be ticked.”
Ma’s sucking her whole mouth in so her lips are invisible.
“Monsters are let off on technicalities every day.” He sounds all fierce. “OK?”
“OK.”
When he’s gone I rip my mask off and I ask, “Is he mad at us?”
Ma shakes her head. “He’s mad at Old Nick.”
I didn’t think Dr. Clay even knows him, I thought we were the only ones.
I go look at the tray Noreen brought. I’m not hungry but when I ask Ma she says it’s after one o’clock, that’s too late for lunch even, lunch should be twelve something but there’s no room in my tummy yet.
“Relax,” Ma tells me. “Everything’s different here.”
“But what’s the rule?”
“There is no rule. We can have lunch at ten or one or three or the middle of the night.”
“I don’t want lunch in the middle of the night.”
Ma puffs her breath. “Let’s make a new rule that we’ll have lunch . . . anytime between twelve and two. And if we’re not hungry we’ll just skip it.”
“How do we skip it?”
“Eat nothing. Zero.”
“OK.” I don’t mind eating zero. “But what will Noreen do with all the food?”
“Throw it away.”
“That’s waste.”
“Yeah, but it has to go in the trash because it’s—it’s like it’s dirty.”
I look at the food all multicolored on the blue plates. “It doesn’t look dirty.”
“It’s not actually, but nobody else here would want it after it’s been on our plates,” says Ma. “Don’t worry about it.”
She keeps saying that but I don’t know to not worry.
I yawn so huge it nearly knocks me over. My arm still hurts from where it wasn’t numb. I ask if we can go back to sleep again and Ma says sure, but she’s going to read the paper. I don’t know why she wants to read the paper instead of being asleep with me.
• • •
When I wake up the light’s in the wrong place.
“It’s all right,” says Ma, she puts her face touching mine, “everything’s all right.”
I put on my cool shades to watch God’s yellow face in our window, the light slides right across the fuzzy gray carpet.
Noreen comes in with bags.
“You could knock.” Ma’s nearly shouting, she puts my mask on and hers.
“Sorry,” says Noreen. “I did, actually, but I’ll be sure and do it louder next time.”
“No, sorry, I didn’t—I was talking to Jack. Maybe I heard it but I didn’t know it was the door.”
“No bother,” says Noreen.
“There’s sounds from—the other rooms, I hear things and I don’t know if it’s, where it is or what.”
“It must all seem a bit strange.”
Ma kind of laughs.
“And as for this young lad—” Noreen’s eyes are all shiny. “Would you like to see your new clothes?”
They’re not our clothes, they’re different ones in bags and if they don’t fit or we don’t like them Noreen will take them right back to the store to get other ones. I try on everything, I like the pajamas best, they’re furry with astronauts on them. It’s like a costume of a TV boy. There’s shoes that do on with scratchy stuff that sticks called Velcro. I like putting them open and shut like rrrrrpppp rrrrrpppp. It’s hard to walk though, they feel heavy like they’ll trip me up. I prefer to wear them when I’m on the bed, I wave my feet in the air and the shoes fight each other and make friends again.
Ma’s in a jeans that’s too tight. “That’s how they’re wearing them these days,” says Noreen, “and God knows you’ve got the figure for it.”
“Who’s they?”
“Youngsters.”
Ma grins, I don’t know why. She puts on a shirt that’s too tight too.
“Those aren’t your real clothes,” I whisper to her.
“They are now.”
The door goes knock, it’s another nurse, the same uniform but the different face. She says we should put our masks back