Chapters (37)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- BEFORE
- AFTER
- ONE THOUGHTS ON SUN HATS
- TWO TIME FOR CAKE
- THREE TWELVE MONTHS
- FOUR PSYCHIC KARAOKE
- FIVE A SECOND SLEEPING BAG
- SIX SIX MONTHS
- SEVEN THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE PANCAKE
- EIGHT SIX MONTHS
- NINE FOLLOW THE MUSIC
- TEN THE STARS ARE BRIGHTER IN THE DESERT
- ELEVEN SIX MONTHS
- TWELVE EVERY STAR HAS A SONG
- THIRTEEN PSYCHIC KARAOKE
- FOURTEEN ONE MONTH
- FIFTEEN A WELL-TRAVELED HAT
- SIXTEEN JOEL VS. THE VOLCANO
- SEVENTEEN TWO WEEKS
- EIGHTEEN HOUSE OF MEMORIES
- NINETEEN IF TREES COULD TALK
- TWENTY THREE DAYS
- TWENTY-ONE SEARCH PARTY
- TWENTY-TWO NOT THE SAME ZADIE
- TWENTY-THREE WAVES OF SMOKE
- TWENTY-FOUR THE DAY OF
- TWENTY-FIVE THE SKY IS FULL OF BIRDS
- TWENTY-SIX NEST
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- TWENTY-EIGHT A SONG ABOUT A BIRD
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Also by Ruth Emmie Lang
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Newsletter Sign-up
Zadie opened hers and read the title aloud: “Porrima in A major.”
“From your star sign, Virgo,” Nic explained. “Ursula wanted me to tell you it’s a binary star, two stars that orbit around each other. She said the first few bars sound just like a lullaby.”
Zadie’s hand instinctively drifted toward her stomach. The Ladybug lifted the two halves of its shell to reveal a pair of gauzy wings. It had outgrown its ladybug body, Zadie realized. Or maybe, it had never been a ladybug at all. Maybe it had always been a star.
Zadie placed the music carefully back in its tube and cleared her throat. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.
After they had said their goodbyes, the girls climbed into the station wagon and snapped their seat belts. Zadie slid on her sunglasses and glanced at herself in the mirror before flipping up the sunshade. “Ready?” she said.
“Ready.” Finn wrapped her fingers around the rock in her hand, closed her eyes, and waited. As they pulled out of the campground and onto the highway, it hit her:
How long had she been walking?
Finn/Nora wasn’t sure.
The buzzards knew. They had been watching her.
Her mouth was dry, tacky.
Eyes hurt from squinting in the unrelenting sunlight.
Suddenly her chest burned. Like a cigarette had been snuffed out on her heart.
I don’t have much time, Finn/Nora thought.
Her mind was a weak radio signal.
One moment she was there and the next …
… static.
A pickup slowed beside her.
Out of gas? a man said.
He pointed to something in her hand. It was red, plastic, with a long nozzle.
What’s your name?
What’s my name?
She couldn’t remember.
Another bolt of pain. A gasp.
Ma’am? Are you okay?
It’s getting worse, she thought.
She didn’t have much time.
THIRTEEN PSYCHIC KARAOKE
(PART 2)
The one hundred and fifty miles between the Constellation Campground and the Arizona-Utah border were as varied as they were long. As the girls wound their way north, the red cliffs were replaced with snowy peaks trimmed with fragrant pine forests. Farther north still and closer to sea level were vast badlands, striated hills in hues of orange and lavender that reminded Finn of the sand art she made as a kid. Beyond the hills, copper desert stretched for miles in every direction, high winds whipping sand like snow across the highway. Too low on gas to wait out the dust storm, Zadie had to wear a bandanna over her nose and mouth to fill up her tank. After they crossed into Utah, they began seeing green again—farms and trees and grassy lawns—only to be plunged into harsh desert an hour later.