Valiant by Holly Black

think of what else to say. When she was thirteen, boys had been as mysterious and unattainable as the stars in the sky. “What happened?”
    Lolli took a couple of quick bites of lo mein and washed them down with tea. “Alex and I argued all the time. He was dealing out of the apartment and he didn’t want me doing anything, even when he was shooting up right in front of me. He was worse than my parents. Finally, he found some other girl and just told me to get out.”
    “Did you go back home?” Val asked.
    Lolli shook her head. “You can’t go back,” she said. “You change and you can’t go back.”
    “I can go back,” Val said automatically, but the memory of the troll and her bargain haunted her. It seemed unreal now, in the light and heat of the restaurant, but it nagged at the back of her thoughts.
    Lolli paused for a moment, as if she were considering that. “You know what I did to Alex?” she asked, wicked smile returning. “I still had the keys. I went back when no one was there and I trashed the place. I threw everything out the window—his clothes, her clothes, the television, his drugs, every fucking thing I could get my hands on got dusted onto the street.”
    Val cackled with delight. She could just imagine Tom’s face if she done that to him. She pictured his new computer cracked open on the driveway, iPod smashed into white pieces, black clothes spread out over the lawn.
    “Soooo,” Lolli said with a mock innocent look. “You enjoyed that story way too much not to have an asshole-boyfriend story of your own.”
    Val opened her mouth, not sure what she was going to say. The words stalled on her tongue. “My boyfriend was sleeping with my mom,” she finally forced out.
    Lolli laughed until she was choking, then stared at Val for a moment, eyes wide and incredulous. “Really?” she asked.
    “Really,” Val said, strangely satisfied that she’d managed to shock even Lolli. “They thought I got on the train and they were making out on the couch. Her lipstick was all over his face.”
    “Oh, nasty! Nasty! ” Lolli’s mouth contorted with honest, giggling disgust. Val laughed too, because, suddenly, it was funny. Val laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, that she couldn’t breathe, that tears leaked out to wet her cheeks. It was exhausting to laugh like that, but she felt like she was waking from a strange dream.
    “Are you really going back home to that ?” Lolli asked.
    Val was still half-drunk with laughter. “I have to, don’t I? I mean, even if I stayed here for a while, I can’t live the rest of my life in a tunnel.” Realizing what she’d said, she glanced up at Lolli, expecting her to be insulted, but she just leaned her head on her hands and looked thoughtful.
    “You should call your mom, then,” Lolli said finally. She pointed toward the lobby. “There’s a pay phone out there.”
    Val was shocked. It was the last piece of advice she expected to get from Lolli. “I’ve got my cell.”
    “So call your mom already.”
    Val fished out her cell phone with a feeling of dread and turned it on. The screen flashed, calls missed count climbing. It stopped at sixty-seven. She’d only gotten one text. It was from Ruth and read: “where r u? your moms going crazy.”
    Val hit reply. “Am still in city,” she typed, but then she stopped, not sure what to write next. What was she going to do next? Could she really go home?
    Bracing, she clicked over to voice mail. The first message was from her mom, her voice soft and strangled sounding: “Valerie, where are you? I just want to know you’re safe. It’s very late and I called Ruth. She told me what she said. I-I-I don’t know how to explain what happened or to say how sorry I am.” There was a long pause. “I know you’re very mad at me. You have every right to be mad at me. Just please let someone know you’re all right.”
    It was weird to hear her mother’s voice after all this time. It made her gut clench with