Ice-Cream Truck
T he final decision is we go to the Kew Garden anyways. The Oxford debate doesn’t have enough plausibility after all. Though I am so convinced, Constance pointed out that the March was told he would remember when he sees the mushrooms. Something that most probably didn’t exist at Oxford University.
So we left the alley…
I am shaking from Jack’s driving, sitting in the back of the bus he’d found to get us all on board. I am so not comfortable in here, but I don’t want to talk to Jack about it now.
“So what do mushrooms have to do with all this crazy journey?” I ask Constance.
“Here is what I think,” she says. “The March will know where the Keys are and what they are for when he sees the mushrooms in the Kew Garden, which he designed himself. Most probably a mushroom he will identify when he sees it.”
“What if the Keys turn out to be in Oxford like I said?”
“We’ll have to go back,” Constance says. “But trust me there is no other way. What if we go to Oxford and they aren’t there? We won’t even know where they are?”
“You think there is any chance the March can remember more?”
“I hope so, but he’d been told he will remember when he sees the mushrooms then I doubt it.”
“Do you think the Pillar has anything to do with this?” I ask her.
“Why? Because of all the mushroom thing?” she says. “Because he dealt drugs and mushroom land?”
“Exactly.”
“Why would the Pillar have told the March this? He never knew about the Keys, or why would he have come to you and pulled you out of the asylum?”
My mind is frying. I want to have a vacation from thinking. I glance at Jack and hate him now. All because of this bus he’d chosen to get us on.
“How far is it to the Kew Garden?” I ask Jack.
“We’re close,” he says.
I still want to ask him, but I don’t. Why Jack? Why did you choose a school bus to get us there? A yellow school bus. I feel so unsettled, imaging the students I killed in the past.