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That’s what Charlie was told in the weeks following the crash, when it became clear she had no intention of ever driving again. Accidents happen and people die and it’s a tragedy, but she shouldn’t live in fear of getting behind the wheel of a car.
What no one understood was that dying in a car crash wasn’t what frightened Charlie. Culpability—that was her big fear. She didn’t want to cause the same pain her father had. If there was an accident and people died, including her, she didn’t want to be the one responsible.
The irony is that someonehasdied and Charlieisresponsible and it didn’t involve a car at all.
“Lucky we found each other, I guess,” Josh says. “You ever use the ride board before?”
Charlie shakes her head. “First time.”
She’s never had to before. Nana Norma used to drive her to campus at the start of a semester and pick her up when it was over. After her eyesight started going bad last fall and she, too, stopped driving, Robbie took over. The only reason Charlie’s not in his Volvo right now is because he couldn’t find someone to cover his TA and coaching duties for the two days it would take for him to drive to Youngstown and back.
“Mine, too,” Josh says. “I went to the board thinking it would be a waste of time, and there you were, just putting up your flyer. Charlie. Interesting name you’ve got there, by the way. Is that short for something?”
“Yes. Charles.”
Maddy had loved that answer. Whenever Charlie used it—usually at whatever loud, intimidating mixer she’d been dragged to—Maddy would let out a wicked cackle that made her feel pleased with herself for coming up with it. It was sassy, for Charlie. Like something Barbara Stanwyck would have said in a screwball comedy.
“Your real name is Charles?” Josh says.
“It was a joke,” Charlie says, bummed that she’s forced to explain it. Barbara Stanwyck never explained things. “Not my name. That really is Charlie, although it’s not short for anything. I was named after a character in a movie.”
“A boy character?”
“A girl. Who, incidentally, was named after her uncle.”
“What’s the movie?”
“Shadow of a Doubt.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Alfred Hitchcock,” Charlie says. “Released in 1943. Starring Joseph Cotten and Teresa Wright.”
“Is it good?” Josh asks.
“It’sverygood. Which is lucky for me, because who wants to be named after a character in a shitty movie, right?”
Josh gives her a glance, one brow arched, looking either impressed or surprised by her enthusiasm. That raised brow tells Charlie she’s talking too much, which only happens when the subject is movies. She could be mute for hours, but if someone mentions a film title, the words pour out. Maddy had once told her that movies were her version of wine coolers.They really loosen you up, she said.
Charlie knows it’s true, which is why asking people about their favorite movie is the only icebreaker she has. It instantly tells her how much time and energy she should spend on a person. If someone mentions Hitchcock or Ford or Altman or even Argento, they’re probably worth talking to. On the flip side, if someone brings upThe Sound of Music, Charlie knows it’s best to just walk away.
But Josh seems okay with her chattiness. Giving a slight nod of agreement, he says, “Not me. It would be like being named after a serial killer or something.”
“That’s what the movie’s about,” Charlie says. “There’s this girl named Charlie.”
“Who’s named after her uncle and you’re named after her.”
“Right. And she idolizes Uncle Charlie, which is why she’s so happy when he comes to visit for a few weeks. But Uncle Charlie is acting suspicious, and one thing leads to another until Charlie begins to suspect her uncle is really a serial killer.”
“Is he?”
“Yes,” Charlie says. “Otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a movie.”
“Who does he kill?” Josh asks.
“Wealthy widows of a certain age.”
“Sounds like one bad dude.”