Point of Retreat

fingers over it. “I think you would look cute with short hair. Wait ‘till it grows out some more and you can get it cut.”
     
    She shakes her head. “That’ll take forever. I’m not going anywhere like this. I’m not leaving this house for another month,” she says.
     
    I know she doesn’t mean it, but I still hate that she’s so upset. “I think it’s beautiful,” I say, running my fingers over her scar. “It’s what saved your life.” I reach around her and open the cabinet doors underneath the sink.
     
    “What are you doing? You aren’t cutting the rest of my hair off, Will.”
     
    I reach inside and pull out the black box that contains my hair trimmers. “I’m not cutting your hair,” I say. I plug in the cord and take off the guard and turn it on. I reach behind my head and press it against the back of my hair and make a quick swipe. When I bring it back around, I pull the pieces of my hair out and toss them in the trashcan.
     
    “There. Now we match,” I say.
     
    She swings around in her seat. “Will! What the hell? Why’d you just do that?”
     
    “It’s just hair, Babe.” I smile at her.
     
    She brings her wad of toilet paper back up to her eyes and turns back around, looking at our reflection in the mirror. She shakes her head and laughs.
     
    “You look ridiculous,” she says.
     
    “So do you.”
     
     
     
     
     
    ***
     
    Other than going to the doctor yesterday, tonight is Lake’s first time out of the house. After the talent show, Sherry is watching the boys for a few hours so we can have a date. Of course, Lake got upset when I told her about our date. “You never ask me, you always tell me,” she whined. So of course I had to get down on my knee and ask her out. And of course, I’m keeping her in the dark again. She has no clue what I have planned for tonight. No clue.
     
    Eddie and Gavin are already inside with Sherry and David when we arrive. I let Lake sit next to Eddie and I take the seat next to Sherry. Lake was able to pull her hair back into a ponytail and hide most of her scar. I’m not so lucky.
     
    “Ummm…Will? Is this some sort of new trend I’m not aware of?” Sherry asks when she sees my hair.
     
    Lake laughs. “See? You look ridiculous.”
     
    Sherry leans into me and whispers. “Can you give me a hint as to what Kiersten’s doing tonight?”
     
    I shrug. “I don’t know what she’s doing. I’m assuming it’s a poem. She didn’t read it to you guys?”
     
    Sherry and David both shake their heads. “She’s been pretty secretive about it,” David says.
     
    “So has Caulder,” I say. “And I have no idea what he’s up to. I don’t even think he has a talent.”
     
    The curtain opens and Principal Brill walks up to the microphone and does her introductions to kick off the evening. With every child that performs, there’s a different parent holding a video camera at the front of the audience. Why didn’t I bring my camera? I’m an idiot. A real parent would have brought a camera. Right when Kiersten is finally called to the stage, Lake reaches inside her purse and pulls out a camera. Of course she does.
     
    Principal Brill introduces Kiersten, then walks off the stage. Kiersten doesn’t look nervous at all. She really is a miniature version of Eddie. There’s a small sack draped over her wrist with the cast. She lifts her good arm to lower the microphone.
     
    “I’m doing something tonight called a slam . It’s a type of poetry that I was introduced to this year by a friend of mine. Thank you, Will.”
     
    I smile.
     
    Kiersten takes a deep breath and says, “My poem tonight is called ‘ Butterfly you. ’”
     
    Lake and I both look at each other. I know she’s thinking the same thing I’m thinking, which is, “Oh, no.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “ Butterfly.
     
    What a beautiful word
     
    What a delicate creature.
     
     
     
     
     
    Delicate like the cruel words that flow right out of your mouths
     
    and the food that flies right out of your hands …
     
    Does it make you feel better ?
     
    Does it make you feel good ?
     
    Does picking on a girl make you more of a man ?
     
     
     
     
     
    Well, I’m standing up for myself
     
    Like I should have done before
     
    I’m not putting up with your
     
    Butterfly anymore.”
     
    (Kiersten slides the sack off her wrist and opens it, pulling out a handful of hand-made butterflies. She takes the microphone out of the stand and begins