SVH12-When Love Dies (3 page)

Jessica made a face. "Somehow I can't picture Steve as fabulous. Sweet and lovable, yes. Fabulous, no."

"That's just because he's your brother. I don't think my brother is very cute either."

"Your brother's only thirteen. Nobody's cute at that age."

As the bus stopped at a red light, Cara said, "Gosh, I almost forgot to tell you. Did you hear what happened to Jeremy Frank?"

"You mean the Jeremy Frank?"

"The one and only."

Everyone in Sweet Valley who owned a television set knew who Jeremy Frank was. He was the host of a popular local talk show called "Frankly Speaking." He also happened to be tall, dark, and gorgeous, with the bluest eyes to hit the screen since Paul Newman. Practically every girl in Sweet Valley had a crush on him. Jessica was one of the lucky few who had actually seen him. She'd spotted him coming out of a supermarket once and had nearly dropped her bag of groceries. He was even cuter in person.

Cara sighed. "It's so tragic."

"Don't tell me he got married!" Jessica cried in panic. She could think of no worse tragedy.

"Gosh no. Nothing as bad as that."

"Whew," Jessica breathed. "You had me worried for a minute. What did happen?"

"He broke his leg. He's in the hospital."

"Oh, no! That's awful. How did it happen?"

"He ran into a tree when he was skiing. I heard all about it from Janie McBride. She's a candy striper at Fowler Memorial. She even got him to autograph his picture. Boy, I'd give anything to trade places with her. What luck!"

"Just remember," Jessica was quick to remind Cara, "you're not supposed to be thinking about other men. You're saving yourself for Steve." But I'm free to do as I please, she added silently, conjuring up an image of Jeremy Frank's handsome face. Cara had given her a great idea.

"How can I be saving myself for someone who doesn't even know I exist?" Cara wailed.

"He will, he will. Just leave it to me," Jessica assured her friend, although her thoughts were elsewhere.

Now confident of Jessica's help in her efforts to interest Steven, Cara moved on to the next item of gossip. She was like a fountain of information on the latest happenings in Sweet Valley-- a fountain that never ran dry.

"I heard something interesting at lunch today," she said. "Lila told me there's a new family moving into the Godfrey mansion. According to her, they're fabulously rich. And they've got an eighteen-year-old son she says is a real hunk. I wonder what kind of car he drives?"

Jessica stopped daydreaming about Jeremy and started concentrating on what Cara was saying. "What's their name?" she asked.

"Something with an M--Morrow, I think."

Jessica had heard her father mention that name. Probably because Ned Wakefield had been Morgan Godfrey's lawyer until Mr. Godfrey's death a few years back, and he still handled his estate. Jessica had been to the mansion only once, but it had made a lasting impression on her. It was by far the most fabulous house in Sweet Valley, even grander than the Fowlers' mansion. Actually, it was more like a palace than a mansion, complete with marble arches, an indoor swimming pool, and servants' quarters. The thought of a new family moving in was an exciting one. Jessica made a mental note to pump her father for more information when she saw him.

Cara jumped up as the bus halted at her stop. "Got to go. Call me later, OK? I can't wait to hear what kind of plan you're cooking up for Steve and me."

Two stops later, Jessica got off the bus and raced home, her mind busily clicking away. The

get-Cara-and-Steven-together scheme could wait. She had something more important on her mind, but she'd need Elizabeth's help.

She found her sister upstairs in her bedroom.

Elizabeth always got back from school earlier on the days when Todd gave her a ride. Jessica flopped down on her twin's bed, scattering the articles Elizabeth had been proofreading for The Oracle, the school paper.

Jessica gave a huge sigh and announced, "Life has no meaning."

Elizabeth greeted this statement with only the tiniest flicker of surprise. After sixteen years, she was used to her twin's theatrics.

"Jess, what are you talking about?" she asked.

Jessica rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin with her elbows. "To be more to the point, our lives have no meaning. Have you ever thought about it, Liz? I mean really thought about how boring and meaningless our lives are?"

"I guess I haven't," Elizabeth replied, a note of amusement in her voice. "How could my life be boring with you around?" .

Jessica plowed ahead as if she hadn't heard Elizabeth's comment. "Our lives are so narrow," she intoned dramatically. "Besides going to school, we never do anything. Nothing important and worthwhile."

^Elizabeth smiled. "You mean Jessica Wakefield thinks there's something more worthwhile than broad shoulders and blue eyes?"

Jessica let out another deep sigh and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Liz, I don't see how you can joke about it. I'm completely serious."

Elizabeth darted her sister a knowing look as she gathered the articles into a pile. "OK, Jess, who is he this time?"

She'd been through this song and dance with Jessica more times than she could count. There was always some boy Jessica swore she couldn't live without. Without him life had no meaning-- even while half a dozen other guys were practically beating her door down to get a date with her.

"How can you be so crass?" Jessica demanded indignantly. "This has nothing to do with a boy. What I'm talking about is giving up a few hours a week to bring comfort to the sick."

"Huh?" Elizabeth stared at her sister as if she'd just announced she were going to run for president.

"Liz, I think we should volunteer to be candy stripers over at the hospital."

"Jess, have you gone nuts?"

"What's so crazy about it?"

"Nothing. It's just that I never expected you to be so, uh--interested in sick people."

"How can you say that? Don't you remember the last time we watched Love Story on TV? I used up an entire box of tissues, and that was only for the first half."

Elizabeth sighed. "I don't think I'll ever forget."

For weeks afterward, Jessica had pretended to feel faint whenever a boy she liked came

near, in hopes he'd think she had some romantic, incurable disease. It ended the day she pulled her act on Tom McKay and he'd commented nervously that he hoped whatever she had wasn't catching.

"Well?" Jessica demanded. "What about it?"

"I don't know," Elizabeth said. "I'm awfully busy as it is with the paper and everything."

"But this is our big chance to save lives! Think of it! How can you turn your back on all those poor patients?"

"I never heard of a candy striper saving anyone's life," Elizabeth remarked dryly. "From what I hear, all they do is go around passing out magazines and making sure no one dies of thirst. Besides, you don't need me to join. If you want to be a candy striper so badly, why don't you volunteer on your own?"

"Oh, please, Liz! It just wouldn't be the same without you. We've always done everything together. Anyway, Dad trusts you to drive the Fiat more than he trusts me."

"I think I'm beginning to get the picture."

"Does that mean you'll do it? You'll volunteer?" Jessica pressed excitedly.

"I never said that. I'll have to think about it a little longer."

"You're the one who's always saying people should give more of themselves," Jessica wheedled. "Besides, think how much fun if 11 be--and we might even learn something."

Elizabeth gave in with a laugh. "OK, you win. Honestly, Jess, I think you'd make a better lawyer than Dad. You could probably talk a statue to life if you tried hard enough."

With a squeal, Jessica threw her arms around her sister. "You won't be sorry, Liz! You'll see! It'll be terrific doing it together!"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't know how you manage to talk me into these things," she said, but she was smiling. Part of the reason she always found it so hard to say no to Jessica was because she really loved her sister. Despite her occasional dirty tricks, Jessica really was a lot of fun. And maybe there was a serious side to Jessica that Elizabeth had never been aware of before. It certainly was generous of her to want to volunteer her time for such a worthwhile cause. Maybe there was hope for Jessica yet.

Jessica kissed her sister's cheek. "Liz, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're absolutely the best sister in the whole wide world!"

But Jessica wasn't really thinking about Elizabeth at that moment. Her mind was on Jeremy Frank. She pictured herself at his bedside, clasping his hand while he gazed up at her in grateful adoration. In her fantasy she'd just saved his life. Someone had given him the wrong medication, and he would have died if she hadn't

called the nurse in time. Jeremy was so grateful that he was practically begging her to be a guest on his show.

"Sounds like a good idea," Mr. Wakefield said at the dinner table after the girls had explained their plan. "I'm all for anything that keeps you out of trouble." He winked to show he was only kidding.

"It'll be a wonderful experience," Mrs. Wakefield put in. "I learned so much the year I was a candy striper." She sighed. "It seems like yesterday. I can hardly believe I have daughters that age now."

It was easy to imagine Alice Wakefield as a teenager. She didn't look much older than the twins, with whom she shared the same sunny blond hair and blue-green eyes. Though she worked as an interior designer, her lithe, tanned figure showed that she spent as much time outdoors as possible.

"We're going to the hospital after school tomorrow to sign up," Jessica said. "When I called the personnel office, the woman said they're really short of volunteers right now and they could use the extra help. The more the merrier, she said. Wow, think of all the people we'll be helping!" But there was one person in particular Jessica was thinking of.

"It's not all fun," Mrs. Wakefield said. "Some of it's hard work. I don't want to spoil your excitement, but I think you should know what to expect."

Jessica frowned, but Elizabeth was quick to say, "A little hard work isn't going to kill us, Mom."

Jessica brightened. "Sure. The more you do for people, the more they appreciate you."

Mrs. Wakefield laughed. "Not always. I'll bet you didn't notice I cleaned up your room, did you, Jess?"

"It would take a week of cleaning before anyone would notice the difference," Elizabeth teased.

Jessica's room was a sore spot, and the butt of many jokes in the Wakefield house. Besides being in a constant state of uproar, Jessica had painted it in a hideous brown color, earning it the nickname of "The Hershey Bar." To Elizabeth it looked more like a mud-wrestling pit crossed with a rummage sale.

"Thanks, Mom," Jessica said sweetly, ignoring her sister's comment. "From now on I promise to keep it neat as a pin all on my own." When she became a television star they might want to interview her in her own house, the way Barbara Walters did, so she might as well get into practice keeping it presentable.

Elizabeth groaned. This was too much! Jessica

was becoming so nice she no longer seemed like herself. It seemed too good to be true. Elizabeth couldn't help feeling the tiniest bit suspicious.

"By the way, Dad," Jessica said, "I heard about the new family that's moving into the Godfrey mansion. Is it true?"

Mr. Wakefield smiled. "Word sure travels fast in this town. Well, I guess it's no secret. The deal is closed. The Morrows are planning to move in next week."

"What are they like?" Elizabeth asked.

"So far the only one I've met is Mr. Morrow," he said. "You may be interested to know that our humble town is about to acquire a genuine celebrity,"

"I've never heard of him," Jessica said.

"Kurt Morrow played football for the Hawks at one time," he told her. "He was their star quarterback."

"I thought you said he was in the computer business," Mrs. Wakefield put in.

"He is now. Started up his own company a few years ago and it really skyrocketed. Made him a millionaire several times over."

Jessica perked up. "Really? What else do you know? I heard they have a son the same age as Steve."

"They also have a daughter your age. I'm sure you'll be meeting her soon. She's going to Sweet Valley High."

Now Jessica was really intrigued. Between Jeremy Frank and the Morrows, life in Sweet Valley was getting more interesting by the minute.

Chapter Four

The following day after school, Elizabeth and Jessica drove over to Joshua Fowler Memorial Hospital. Both girls were silent as they parked the car in front and walked inside. Elizabeth couldn't help remembering how close she'd come to dying in this place after the motorcycle

accident she'd been in with Todd. She'd lain in a coma for days. She shuddered at the memory.

At the same time Jessica was thinking about when Annie Whitman had tried to commit suicide after she hadn't made the cheerleading squad. Fortunately she survived, but Jessica never passed by this hospital without feeling a twinge of guilt. She remembered how agonizing

it had been to admit that she was just a teensy bit responsible for driving Annie to it.

A plump, middle-aged woman named Mrs. Simpson greeted the twins at the front desk, on the main floor, then took them on a tour. "A lot of people look down their noses at volunteer work," she told them as they followed her down the spotless linoleum corridor. "But in a hospital this size, everybody's job is important, no matter how small. I like to think of Fowler Memorial as a big clock. If one little part breaks down, the whole clock stops running."

"Gee, and I don't even own a watch," Jessica whispered to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nudged her sister in the ribs to make her keep quiet.

The twins would be responsible for supplying the patients with non medical needs such as liquid refreshment, books, and magazines, as well as handling the gift and notions cart. They would also be expected to do some light clerical work and whatever other small tasks the nurses assigned them. Often it would be running errands or just keeping someone company. A lot of the patients were lonely and needed someone to talk with, Mrs. Simpson explained. The nurses were usually too busy to stop and chat for long, but a candy striper's time was more flexible.