Part 16 (1/2)
”Piper wouldn't do this.”
”I hope you're right.” My mother p.r.o.nounces right right with a hiccup in the middle-ri-ight-as if she's not convinced. with a hiccup in the middle-ri-ight-as if she's not convinced.
”She have any reason to be mad at Jimmy or Theresa?” she asks.
”She's mad at Theresa. But Mom, Piper's always mad at someone. That's just the way she is.”
”Things are tough at her house right now with a new baby on the way and her momma feeling poorly. You mind your p's and q's around that girl, you hear me? She's pretty as they come, I'll give you that, but she's more trouble than stirring up a hornet's nest.”
”Yes, ma'am,” I say.
”Will you help me empty the pan?” She opens the icebox and takes out the pan filled with melted ice water. Together we walk to the sink, trying to keep the water from splas.h.i.+ng.
When we've dumped the water, she takes her rag and gives the pan a good scrub. ”Everybody's always telling me how lucky I am to have you. Did you really get Bea Trixle a rose?”
”I guess.”
”Did you now?” She directs a smile at her work. ”Don't imagine Darby appreciated that any too much.”
”I had an extra.”
”A twelve-year-old boy with an extra rose?”
”It's hard to explain, Mom.”
”I'll bet it is.” She works her cloth into the corner. ”Annie's mom says you're interested in needlepoint too?” She looks at me sideways. I roll my eyes.
She smiles her sly smile. ”Apparently I'm not giving you the right kind of ch.o.r.es. I wish I'd known. I got some mending needs doing. You interested?”
”Cut it out, Mom,” I tell her.
She laughs. ”I got a son can do no wrong. Guess I can't complain about that, now can I?”
WELk.u.m HOM NADALEE.
Friday, September 6, 1935
Nat and my parents are supposed to be on the 4:00 ferry. Theresa, Jimmy, and I are all down waiting for her. Theresa has made a sign. Welk.u.m hom Nadalee, Welk.u.m hom Nadalee, it says in pencil with glued-on b.u.t.tons. My mom got a store-bought lemon cake and I borrowed some of Jimmy's fly harness thread and made Natalie a bracelet. it says in pencil with glued-on b.u.t.tons. My mom got a store-bought lemon cake and I borrowed some of Jimmy's fly harness thread and made Natalie a bracelet.
”Scout be over this weekend?” Jimmy asks as we watch a large fis.h.i.+ng boat scoot across the calm water, making a perfect wake, two white lines in the blue.
”Nope.”
”You going to Scout's?” Jimmy freezes, waiting for my answer.
”Nope,” I say.
Jimmy's head dips down. I don't see him smile, but his dimple is showing. ”You should see how many flies I have now. Maybe fifty thousand.”
”Fifty thousand flies? No kidding?” I ask, scratching my leg, which is driving me crazy. I hope the hives aren't coming back.
Jimmy nods. ”They move around so much it's hard to count. Think Natalie could do it.”
”If anyone can count fifty thousand flies, it's Natalie.”
Jim's brown eyes are full of excitement. ”That's what I figured.”
”You find out any more about who got our dads on probation?” I ask.
”My mom thinks it's Piper,” Jimmy says.
”Everybody thinks it's Piper,” Theresa chimes in.
”Piper wouldn't do anything that bad.”
Theresa and Jimmy look at each other.
”You got to go talk to her,” Jimmy says.
”Why me? You're the one who told her about the secret crawls.p.a.ce.”
Jimmy scoffs. ”From what I heard, you didn't seem to mind too much.”
I look at Theresa. ”You weren't going to tell anyone, remember?”
”Jimmy isn't anyone,” Theresa informs me.
Jimmy snorts. ”Thanks, Theresa,” he says.
”Oh look, Natalie's coming!” Theresa points at the ferry, which is headed toward us, a flock of birds flying above it.
The boat is streaming across the water. The sun is s.h.i.+ning through the clouds, making the wake sparkle. My dad is handsome in his officer's uniform. My mom is wearing her good green coat. Nat is sitting with her head down like she's reading. From a distance they look normal.
”Your dad talk to the warden?” Jimmy asks as Mr. Mattaman, who is acting buck sergeant, jumps on the dock. He still has the same duties when he's on probation; they just check on him all the time, like he's a junior officer again.
”I dunno, but he's not worried. He thinks it was only a mistake.”
Jimmy shakes his head. ”You're just like your dad, you know that?” he snips.
”What's that supposed to mean?” I ask as my father carries Natalie's suitcase with Natalie Flanagan Natalie Flanagan written on all sides. He's kidding around with her, pretending to drop her suitcase in the bay. My mother doesn't like this. I can tell by the way her hands are on her hips that she's bawling him out. written on all sides. He's kidding around with her, pretending to drop her suitcase in the bay. My mother doesn't like this. I can tell by the way her hands are on her hips that she's bawling him out.
Natalie says something to my dad that makes him laugh all the more. He hands her back her suitcase.
”Hey kids.” Mr. Mattaman comes up behind us.