Once An Eve Novel

beside me at the sink or hooting wildly, arms raised in the air, after she’d won a game of horseshoes.
    The door swung open and Arden walked out, Joby following close behind. Her eyes were clear as she looked me up and down, taking in my short blue dress, the gold earrings that hung from each ear. My dark hair was brushed back in a bun. “I hope you didn’t get all dolled up just to see me,” she said, her cracked lips letting on just the slightest smile. The green paper gown fell just below her knees.
    I looked down at my dress, wishing I was allowed to wear more casual clothing in public. I didn’t speak, but went to her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her on the cheek. All the while I kept my eye on Joby and the two guards who stood by the closed gate, aware that they were always watching us.
    I grabbed her hand and held it up in front of me. I closed my eyes as I kissed her palm, releasing the small key into it. Then I clutched her fist to my chest. “Of course I did.” I laughed.
    Arden sat down on the bench. Her hair had grown out, her scalp no longer visible. Her pale arms were covered with tiny circular bruises from all the injections. She kept her fist on the table, palm down, the key clutched inside it. “I’m relieved to see you,” she said. “He hasn’t hurt you, has he?” Behind her, Joby shifted to get a better view of us.
    I shook my head. “I’ve been worried about you, too.” I studied the plastic wristband she wore, covered with numbers. “Are you …?” I didn’t finish the sentence.
    “Not yet,” she said. “I don’t think so.” We sat in silence for a moment. I kept nodding, the tears in my eyes, thankful that she wasn’t pregnant.
    Joby checked her watch. I touched my fingers to the top of Arden’s hand. “Remember when we used to play by the apple tree in the yard?” I asked, knowing that Arden would remember no such thing. We’d hated each other when we were here together, had made a point of avoiding one another those last few years. But the first nights we’d been in the dugout I’d told her how Teacher Florence had helped me, how I’d gone through a secret door. I wondered if she remembered, or if she’d been too sick to process the details. “We used to play right there, beside the wall. I loved when they let us out on the lawn.”
    Arden smiled, a faint laugh escaping her lips. She looked down at our hands, acknowledging the key beneath them. “Yeah, I remember that,” she said.
    I looked into her eyes, searching for recognition. She nodded. “I don’t know when my next visit will be,” I added, not looking away. “I have a lot of obligations in the Palace, duties to the King. I wanted to come now, because I might not be back for some time.” My voice trembled as I spoke. “I wanted you to look after Ruby and Pip for me.”
    “I understand.” Arden’s eyes were red and wet. She covered my hand with hers, the stone table hot on our skin. “It’s just really good to see you,” she said, nodding. “I didn’t know if I ever would again.” She wiped her face with her gown.
    We sat like that for a minute. Above us a flock of birds wheeled in the sky, their tiny bodies scattering, then coming back together, then scattering again. “I’ve missed you,” I said. Arden would be able to get out, I kept telling myself. She’d gotten beyond the School walls once before. She had made it to Califia. If anyone would be able to get out of that brick building, if anyone could help Ruby and Pip escape, she could.
    Joby stepped forward, gesturing for Arden to stand. “I’ll bring the others,” she said.
    Arden hugged me. Her body felt much smaller beneath mine. With her back turned to Joby she brought her fingers to her mouth and slipped the key inside, like she was popping a sucking candy. Then she smiled, squeezing my hand before she walked away.
    I stood there, watching her return to that building, her hands behind her back so Joby could see them. I thought of her subtle smirk as she flattened the key under her palm, as she listened to me speak of the apple tree and the wall beside it. She had understood. I knew she had. But looking around the fenced-in yard, at the guard’s rifles, I wondered how long it would be before she escaped, if the days would pass too quickly. If, soon, she’d be stuck here indefinitely.
    The door swung open, the rusty hinges letting out a terrible, screeching sound. Ruby appeared first. Her steps were even, her