Phil started the engine. The plane vibrated under his fingers like a living animal waiting to be released.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked. "You know it could go wrong."
Phil looked at me. "Because if I don't try, I'll never know if it could have gone right."
The plane took off. Phil guided it in a wide arc, gaining altitude. Jay stood motionless at the far end of the field, hoop raised, his silhouette outlined against the blue sky.
"Here it goes," Phil murmured. "Threading the needle..."
The plane descended. The trajectory was perfect. Speed, altitude, angle of attack... everything was calculated to perfection. Jay didn't move. He stood firm, hoop raised, trusting.
And then, at the last second, something went wrong.
I don't know what it was. A gust of wind, an engine failure, a miscalculation. But the plane veered off course. It didn't go through the hoop. It passed to the side, grazing Jay's shoulder, and then, in an impossible turn, crashed directly into Phil's face.
The impact was sharp, brutal. The plane fell to the ground in pieces, and Phil fell with it, hands over his face, with a groan I couldn't tell was from pain or humiliation.
"Phil!" Jay ran over, still holding the hoop. His face had lost all arrogance; there was only concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm... I'm okay." Phil sat up, a red mark crossing his cheek. He was bleeding a little from his eyebrow, but he was already smiling. "Just a little... mishap."
"I told you to stand still," Jay said, but his voice had lost its edge.
"You didn't move." Phil stood up, brushing grass off his clothes. His fingers trembled as he picked up the pieces of the plane. "It was my fault. I miscalculated."
Jay looked at him for a second. He saw something in his face I had never seen before: remorse.
"You didn't miscalculate," Jay said quietly. His hand closed around Phil's arm, stopping him from picking up more pieces. "I... I shouldn't have asked you to do it."
"Why not? It was fun," Phil said, but his smile was fragile.
"It wasn't fun," Jay said. "It was never fun. Ever since Claire brought you home, I've been waiting for you to fail. And every time you failed, I was glad. Because if you failed, it meant I was right. It meant my daughter hadn't chosen well."
Phil stopped picking up the pieces. He looked at him, and in his eyes there was no resentment. Only sadness.
"And now?" he asked.
Jay sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, something he never did.
"Now I have sixteen years of being glad about your failures, and I realize that... maybe I didn't want you to fail. Maybe I wanted you to be right, so I could stop expecting the worst."
Silence stretched between them. I stood aside, sketchbook pressed against my chest, feeling like I was watching something I shouldn't see. But I couldn't leave.
"Jay," Phil said, and his voice was softer than I had ever heard it. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Because I'm a stubborn idiot," Jay said. "And because if I told you, I'd have to admit I love you. And I don't know how to say that."
Phil looked at him. And then, with a smile that lit up his entire face, he said: "You can start by saying 'I like you.' After sixteen years, I think I can wait a little longer to hear the other part."
Jay let out a dry laugh. "I like you, Phil. Despite everything. I like you."
"That's all I needed to hear," Phil said.
And when Jay extended his hand, Phil shook it firmly.
Shopping Mall, 2:00 PM
While Phil and Jay picked up the pieces of the plane, I walked back home. But instead of going directly, I detoured toward the mall. I wanted to see if Alex was okay.
I found them in a clothing store. Gloria was standing in front of a rack full of brightly colored dresses, arms open as if she were presenting a work of art. Alex stood beside her, arms crossed, with an expression that mixed skepticism with curiosity.
"This is a dress," Gloria said, pointing to a deep blue garment. "This is also a dress," she pointed to another, bottle green. "And this," she touched a black dress with three-quarter sleeves, "is a dress that won't make you look like Haley."
Alex looked at her. "How do you know what I want?"
"Because I was also a girl who didn't want to look like the others," Gloria said with a warm smile. "In my town, all the girls wore flowered dresses. I wanted to wear red. My mother said red was for older women, that girls should be discreet."
"And what did you do?"
"I wore the red dress," Gloria said proudly. "And my mother was angry, but then when they saw how good it looked on me, all the girls in town started wearing red too."
Alex smiled. It was a small smile, barely a movement at the corners of her lips, but it reached her eyes.
"I don't want all the girls to wear the same as me," she said. "I just want... not to disappear."
"Disappear?" Gloria asked, tilting her head.
"When I wear Haley's clothes, people look at me and see Haley. When I wear normal clothes, they don't look at me. And when I wear what I like..." She paused. "People look at me weird, like I'm a freak."
Gloria knelt in front of Alex, bringing herself to her height. She took her hands Alex, bringing herself to her height. She took her hands in hers.
"Listen to me," in hers.
"Listen to me," she said with an intensity I she said with an intensity I hadn't heard before. "People will hadn't heard before. "People will always look weird at those who are always look weird at those who are different because people are afraid of what they don't different because people are afraid of what they don't understand. understand. But you don't have to make yourself small so But you don't have to make yourself small so others can feel big. You have to others can feel big. You be yourself, always, because have to be yourself, always you are incredible, and the world needs to see that."
Alex looked at her for a second. Her prodigy child mask, because you are incredible, and the world needs to see that."
Alex looked at her for a second. Her prodigy child mask cracked completely cracked completely, and I saw the eleven-year-old girl who just wanted someone to tell her it was, and I saw the eleven-year-old girl who just wanted someone to tell her it was okay to be herself.
"Do you really think I'm incredible?" she okay to be herself.
"Do you really think I'm incredible?" she asked quietly.
"I know it," Gloria said. "And when you asked quietly.
"I know it," Gloria said. "And when you put on the dress you choose today, you're going to look so put on the dress you choose today, you're going to look so incredible that even your mother will have to admit it."
Alex laughed. It was a genuine, free laugh that incredible that even your mother will have to admit it."
Alex laughed. It was a genuine, free laugh that lit up her entire face.
"What if I choose the red one?" lit up her entire face.
"What if I choose the red one?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Then your mother will be angry," Gloria said with a conspiratorialThen your mother will be angry," Gloria said with a conspiratorial smile. "And smile. "And I'll buy you a belt to match I'll buy you a belt to match."
Alex took the red dress from the."
Alex took the red dress from the rack. rack. She held it up in She held it up in front of herself, looking in front of herself, looking in the mirror. And though she said nothing, her smile said it all. the mirror. And though she said nothing, her smile said it all.
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The plane decided Phil's face was the best place to land. Questionable choice.
Jay dropped the speech he'd been holding since the VHS era.
And Gloria taught Alex that the best revenge is looking spectacular.
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