Luna did remember falling back asleep, but considering her Dad was gone he must have woken her for class before going to The Farm on the food run. She was already late for class so why bother rushing? Normally she liked school, but she also knew her time in The Mall was running out. Once they had left The Mall she doubted her Dad would still send her back for lessons, so she’d better start a routine that didn’t revolve around school and homework.
Her first task of the day was something she knew couldn’t be done when Dad was around. Actually she knew that if he’d found out about the box under her bed he’d be furious. Slowly she crawled from her bed and on to the floor, dragging out the box which still had the “FRE 2 A GUD HOM” sign Dad had written hastily when it was clear She wasn’t coming back. He risked his life to save her clothes during the flood, but She didn’t care about that. At the time Dad didn’t seem bothered by his spelling or want any help in fixing the sign. It was also telling about how quickly Zandra became “She,” as if saying her name out loud would bring something bad, but back before all of that happened Luna held off hope a little longer that was when she stole the clothes.
That was weeks ago, now she was as bitter as her Dad.
Luna picked up the box and carried it to The Cafe, she didn’t care if Zandra was mid conversation, this was all her fault! Her fault Dad quit his job! Her fault she can’t go to school anymore! Her fault she has to leave The Mall! Her fault Dad was miserable! Her fault that every time Dad came back from one of his trips she wondered if he’d gone back to drinking! IT WASN’T FAIR! Luna wanted to scream but she didn’t Instead She saw Zandra standing near the counter cutting up an apple without a care in the world. Luna needed to pop Zandra’s perfect bubble of life, that while she was off doing whatever, her Dad. Held on to the idea that she’d come back everything would be okay. That he held on to that idea until it broke him, because nothing is okay.
Luna places the box on the counter in front of Zandra without saying anything, but snatching an uncut apple from the few that were left taking a smug bite. Picturing the sound of the bite was whatever fantasy Zandra imagined while she was gone imploding around her.