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Read an excerpt and see the cover of Brian Francis's first YA novel Break in Case of Emergency

Break in Case of Emergency is the story of teenager Toby Goodman trying to make sense of her tumultuous life. The book will be available on Sept. 17, 2019.
Break in Case of Emergency is a YA novel by Brian Francis. (HarperCollins, Samuel Engelking)

Brian Francis is a writer and columnist for The Next Chapter on CBC Radio. His first novel, Fruit, was a finalist for Canada Reads 2009 and was listed as one of Amazon's 100 Canadian Books to Read in a Lifetime. He is also the author of the novel Natural Order.

Francis's next book is his first foray into young adult fiction. Break in Case of Emergency will be published on Sept. 17, 2019. 

Break In Case of Emergency follows a teenager name Toby Goodman, whose father left their small town before she was born and whose mother dies by suicide when she's a young girl. When she finds out that her estranged father is coming back to town and wants to meet her, Toby must try to make sense of her life amid surprising revelations about her family history.

You can read an excerpt of Break In Case of Emergency below.


After dinner, which isn't that horrible, I decide to go to the common seating area. I need a change of scenery. They have a TV on the wall, usually showing game shows or dramas about hospitals. Which is pretty ironic, considering everything. The TV is behind a thick sheet of plastic. I guess so we're not tempted to stick our head through the TV. Or throw it at someone.

There's only one other person watching television, an older man whose name I think is Charles. I try not to talk to people. It complicates things.

I try not to talk to people. It complicates things.

Wheel of Fortune is on.

"Do you mind if I change the channel?" I ask Charles. He doesn't respond. I don't think he's even watching the TV. So I grab the remote and flip through, trying to find something worth watching. I need to take my mind off my mind, if that makes sense. I can't tell if being in the hospital is making things worse or better. I'm here for two more days. Then I'm going back home. I need to report back to the psychiatrist. They need to know that I won't harm myself again. I'll tell them what they want to hear. That's what Meg told me.

"Play them at their game," she said. "That's the only way to survive. It's the only way any of us survive, if it's in here or out there." Her finger jabbed toward the window. "Remember that."

I finally settle on a National Geographic show about lizards. I look over at Charles to see if he approves, but he doesn't seem to register anything. It's like he's watching a show on the other side of the television.

Just as a frilled-neck lizard comes racing across the screen, I hear a voice behind me.

"I don't understand why you nurses insist on wearing such pedestrian clothing. It's criminal. Where are the white shoes with the crepe soles? Where are the white caps perched elegantly atop shellacked beehives? Where are the white pantyhose, darling?"

That voice. I know it. I slowly turn around and see a woman with thick blond hair talking to one of the nurses at the station. She's wearing a blue dress so tight it looks like the buttons might pop at any second. Her lips are the colour of cinnamon hearts. Her eyelashes look like tarantula legs.

Oh my God, I think, as I turn around and slide down the sofa.

It's him.

Arthur.

I don't know what to do. If I try to slither off the couch and crawl back to my room, I'm going to be spotted. But if I stay here, he'll eventually see me, too. There are only a couple of metres and two pillars separating us. My eyes dart from one side of the room to the other as I try to figure out an escape plan.

Why is he still here? He was supposed to go back to Europe.

"Personally, I think the glamour of nursing has fallen by the wayside," I hear him say. "It used to be a respectable position. Now you're all rolling into work wearing burlap sacks."

"Who are you here to see again?" He's speaking with Nancy, one of my favourite nurses. She's younger than the others and has perfect white teeth.

"Miss Toby Goodman."

"Are you her grandmother?"

"You bite your tongue before I snip it off. I am her father."

There's a moment of silence. I look over at Charles just as he turns his head toward the voices.

"You're her father?" Nancy asks.

"That's right. Why do you look so shocked? Surely I can't be the only father who's shown up in full face before. Especially in a place like this. It goes with the territory, if you don't mind me saying so."

"And your name is?"

"Arthur Turner. But my friends call me Anne T. Christ."

"I hate to think what your enemies call you," Nancy says. "Is Toby expecting you?"

"Yes. For the past fifteen years."

"Well, I'll speak to her. Please wait here. Don't go anywhere, Mr.... Christ."

I slowly twist around. My eyes hover over the edge of the sofa. Nancy walks toward my room. Arthur is still standing next to the station. I can't believe he showed up like this. What's his goal — to humiliate me even more? Why is he even still here, in Tilden? His head turns this way and that, like he's taking in every last detail. I see that his nails are still blood red.

"Do you have a quarter?"

It's Meg. I didn't see her come up behind him. My stomach churns. Now everyone is going to know.

"What for?" he asks, one eyebrow shooting up his forehead. "Is there a pinball machine around here I don't know about?"

"It's for a coffee."

"Where on earth are you buying coffee for a quarter in this day and age? It must not be very good."

"It's not bad," Meg says with a shrug. "It comes from a machine."

"You poor dear," he says. "Nothing worth eating or drinking ever came from a machine. My God, look at those bags under your eyes. Have you ever tried cucumber slices? Or cold tea bags?"

Meg squints at him. "There's something funny about you. Are you a man?"

"What day of the week is it?"

"Thursday."

"Then, no. I'm only a man on Tuesdays and Sundays."

"You a new patient?"

"No, but I'm open to auditioning."

"Toby?"

I turn to see Nancy standing in front of me. "Do you know this person?" she whispers. "Is he really your father?"

What's his goal — to humiliate me even more? Why is he even still here, in Tilden?

I don't know what to say. He's factually my father, but emotionally, he's nothing but a stranger. I glance back over at him, but he doesn't seem to hear our conversation. He's looking at Meg like she's some kind of abstract painting.

"I don't know who he is," I whisper back. "I don't want to see him."

I start to cry. I can't take any more of this. Why won't he go away? Why won't he leave me alone?

Nancy's hand goes to my arm. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

I watch as she walks back to him. "I'm sorry, but Toby isn't available."

"Well, I'll wait until she is."

"That's not an option. You'll have to leave now."

"But does she know I'm here?"

"Yes, I told her. But she doesn't want to see you, Mr. Christ."

He looks from Nancy to Meg and seems to deflate, like he's a balloon with a slow leak.

"Well, then," he says, raising his chin. "I hope she's doing well. And tell her... Tell her I hope she gets better."

"I'll let her know," Nancy says.

"I've been to this hospital before, many years ago," he says. "Visiting an old friend. And I can't say I'm glad to be back. You really do need to redecorate."

"About that quarter...," Meg says.

"Don't even try, Meg," Nancy says.

"I couldn't help you out anyway, darling," he says. "Turns out I don't have anything of value to anyone."

He turns, a swish of blond hair, and walks out, the click of his heels bouncing off the walls.

"Good riddance," I whisper.

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