Will and Caulder end up going out o

Will and Caulder end up going out of town after all. Mom and I spend most of Saturday and Sunday putting the finishing touches on the costumes. I let my mother know about Will's schedule and how we'll be helping them out more. As pissed as I am, I don't want Caulder and Kel to have to suffer. Sunday night when Will gets home I don't even notice; because I don't even care.
 
***
 
"Kel, call Caulder and tell him he can come over and put his costume on," I say as I drag Kel out of bed. "Will has to leave early anyway. He can get ready over here."
 
It's Halloween, day of the cancerous lungs. Kel runs to the kitchen and grabs the phone.
 
I take a shower and finish getting ready, then wake my mother up so she can see the end results. After she gets dressed, under instruction from Caulder and Kel, she closes her eyes. I walk her into the living room and position her in front of the two boys.
 
"Wait!" Caulder says. "What about Will? He needs to see us, too."
 
I usher my mother back into the hallway as I run to the front door, throw on my boots and go outside. He's pulling out of his driveway so I flag him down. I can see by the look on his face that he's hoping I've forgiven him. I immediately cease any false hope.
 
"You're still an asshole, but your brother wants you to see his costume. Come in for a second." I return to the house.
 
When Will walks in I position him and my mother in front of the boys and tell them to open their eyes.
 
Kel is the right lung, Caulder is the left. The stuffed material is shaped so that their arms and head fit through small openings and the bottom is open to their waste and legs. We dyed the material so that it would reflect dead spots here and there. There are larger lumps protruding from the lungs in various places-the tumors. There is a long pause before Will and my mother react.
 
"It's disgusting," Will says.
 
"Repulsive," my mother adds.
 
"Hideous," I say.
 
The boys high five. Or, rather, the lungs high five. After we take pictures, I load them up in the jeep and I drop the pair of lungs off at school.
 
***
 
I'm not even halfway through second period when my phone starts vibrating. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the number. It's Will. Will never calls me. I assume he's trying to apologize so I put the phone back in my jacket. It vibrates again. He's calling again. I turn and look at Eddie.
 
"Will keeps calling me, should I answer?" I say. I don't know why I'm asking her. Maybe she's got some great advice.
 
"I dunno," she says.
 
Maybe not.
 
On his third attempt, I press the send button and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I whisper.
 
"Layken, it's me. Look, you've got to get to the elementary. There's been an incident and I can't get through to your mom. I'm in Detroit, I can't go."
 
"What? With who?" I whisper.
 
"Both of them, I guess. They aren't hurt; they just need someone to pick them up. Go! Call me back."
 
I quietly excuse myself from the classroom. Eddie follows me.
 
"What is it?" she says as we walk into the hallway.
 
"I don't know. Something with Kel and Caulder," I say.
 
"I'm going with you," she says.