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Ch 57 – High and Dryโ€Œ

Remarkably Bright Creatures

When the front door clicks open, Tova has just finished putting the cart back in the supply closet. Has Terry forgotten something and come back to retrieve it?

But itโ€™s Cameron she meets in the hallway. Heโ€™s barreling toward the break room, eyebrows furrowed in angst. He stops short when he sees her, and the thunder on his face recedes for a moment as he registers surprise. He says, โ€œI didnโ€™t think youโ€™d still be here.โ€

Tova plants her hands on her hips. โ€œWhere have you been?โ€

โ€œDoes it matter?โ€

โ€œYes, it matters. This is your job, and you were supposed to be here hours ago.โ€ Tova purses her lips. โ€œThatโ€™s more than โ€˜a little late.โ€™ And you might know you missed a rather big night around here. Thereโ€™s a new octopus.โ€

Cameron doesnโ€™t respond. Something about the boy reminds Tova of a coiled spring. The stiffness in his shoulders, the stompy manner in which heโ€™s walking, the way he wonโ€™t look at her. She lays a hand on his shoulder. โ€œAre you all right? Did something happen?โ€

He shrugs off her touch and starts pacing. โ€œDid something happen? Letโ€™s see. Ethanโ€™s a nosy asshole who has zero ability to mind his own business and also has zero faith in me. So much for that friendship. My only other friends? Back in Modesto? They just had a baby, and the band is over. Speaking of Modesto, did I mention my shitty mom? Who abandoned me? Thatโ€™s been a real bummer for,

like, my whole life. My aunt tried to be a mom, and she tried her best, but she shouldnโ€™t have to keep parenting me. I thought I had a girlfriend here, but sheโ€™s totally ghosting me. I guess sheโ€™s pissed that I bailed on our date, even though I went there in person to tell her I couldnโ€™t make it because something came up that was only, like, the most important meeting of my pathetic life. Or so I thought.โ€ He stops, rakes in another breath. โ€œAlso, my luggage? From my flight up here, two months ago? Is apparently taking an extended vacation in Italy. Not that I even need it anymore.โ€

Tova realizes she has flattened herself against the tank behind her, as if all those words had been a strong wind. She straightens and pats her hair, like it might have been blown out of place, too. Sheโ€™s not really following, but she nods as if she is.

โ€œAnd thatโ€™s not even the best part.โ€ Cameron digs in his pocket and pulls out a chunky ring. A manโ€™s class ring, it seems, although Tova only catches a glimpse of it, sitting on the boyโ€™s palm, before itโ€™s swallowed up in the angry fist clenched around it. Heโ€™s pacing again. Bitterness like static electricity infuses his voice as he continues, โ€œThe best part is that all of this was totally and completely pointless. It wasnโ€™t even him.โ€

โ€œWho wasnโ€™t who, dear?โ€ Tova lays a hand on his shoulder, but again he flinches away.

โ€œHe wasnโ€™t my dad. The reason I came to Sowell Bay. The guy I spent all that time tracking down. He was just some old friend of my momโ€™s. It isnโ€™t even his ring.โ€

โ€œThen whose is it?โ€ โ€œGuess Iโ€™ll never know.โ€

Tova finds herself nearly speechless. Finally, she simply says, โ€œIโ€™m so sorry, Cameron.โ€

โ€œMe too.โ€ He swallows. โ€œI mean, because all of this was such a waste of time.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okay to be upset when youโ€™ve lost someone,โ€ Tova says quietly.

Cameron mutters something Tova canโ€™t quite hear, then stomps off toward the front entrance. She follows, keeping up as best she can. Is he really leaving?

To her surprise, instead of out the front door, he heads into the pump room. She watches, astonished, as he navigates around theย LIVE OCTOPUSย crate, still sitting there in the middle of the room, and yanks off the lid to the wolf eels enclosure and drops the class ring in. It floats silently to the bottom of the tank and vanishes in a cloud of sand.

โ€œEels.ย This belongs with you,โ€ he mutters bitterly.

Tova stares at the tank. What on earth? One of the wolf eels returns her gaze, its needle teeth gleaming in the blue light.

She clears her throat. โ€œWould you like to sit and have a cup of coffee, dear? Obviously, Iโ€™m finished with tonightโ€™s work, but we could talk through what needs to happen tomorrow. My last day. Make sure thereโ€™s a smooth transition.โ€

โ€œCoffee?โ€ Cameron says this like itโ€™s a foreign word. For a moment, he looks drained, like a wind sock fallen flat. He gives his head a quick shake, and just like that the storm is raging again. โ€œNah. I just stopped by to grab my hoodie from the break room.โ€

He stalks out of the pump room, and Tova trails him. โ€œBut what about tomorrow?โ€

โ€œThereโ€™s no tomorrow,โ€ he says over his shoulder. โ€œTerry never offered me the job. Why would I stay? How incompetent do I have to be to get passed over for a job emptying trash bins and mopping floors? I mean . . . no offense.โ€

โ€œOh, Iโ€™m sure thatโ€™s a misunderstanding. Terry has been quite distracted; the new octopusโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™m done with misunderstandings.โ€ He ducks into the break room and emerges a moment later with his sweatshirt tucked under his arm. โ€œAnyway, Iโ€™m out of here.โ€

โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€

โ€œHeaded back to California.โ€ Cameron avoids meeting her eyes directly. A sad, sardonic smile spreads over his face. โ€œRoad-trip time.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re leaving now?โ€

โ€œYep.โ€ Cameronโ€™s tone is clipped. โ€œWouldโ€™ve already been gone, but being the idiot I am, I left most of my shit inside Ethanโ€™s house earlier today. Laundry. Even my guitar. Came back to get it.โ€ He holds up the sweatshirt. โ€œFigured I might as well grab this, too.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re leaving, and you havenโ€™t told Terry?โ€ โ€œHeโ€™ll figure it out.โ€

โ€œAnd what do you think will happen when you fail to show up tomorrow?โ€

โ€œHeโ€™ll fire me?โ€

โ€œAnd who will prepare food for so many of our . . . friends?โ€

โ€œNot my problem. Itโ€™s not exactly rocket science.โ€

Tova gives him a stony stare. โ€œThis is not the way a person should end employment.โ€

Cameron shrugs. โ€œHow would I know? Iโ€™ve never had a chance to quit a job. I always get canned. Itโ€™s kind of my thing.โ€ He stomps into Terryโ€™s office. She follows, and watches as he plucks a piece of paper from the printer tray and scribbles a note, which he folds and deposits on Terryโ€™s desk.

โ€œThere. Is that better?โ€

She picks the note up and hands it back to him. โ€œLeaving your boss high and dry without proper notice . . . youโ€™re better than that.โ€

โ€œNo, Iโ€™m not.โ€ His voice cracks. He tosses the paper onto the desk. โ€œIโ€™m really not.โ€

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