youâre not interested in helping yourself, how can I possibly help you?â
His mother sat up slowly and leaned toward Mrs. McClure. âYou can help me by getting the hell out of my apartment.â
âMarjorie, you know thatââ
âI said, Get out .â
Mrs. McClure sighed and shook her head, then she turned to Jimmy. âDonât cry, honey,â she said. âEverythingâs going to work out in the end.â She held out her arms. âCome here, sweetie.â
For a second, he saw himself sitting in her lap, her arms around him, and he almost started toward her. That fact surprised him so much he stopped crying.
Mrs. McClure dropped her arms and sat there a moment, looking at him, then she slowly stood up. âMaybe Iâve done all I can do here,â she said to his mother. âMaybe itâs time to take your case to another level.â
His mother glared at her. âJust what is that supposed to mean?â she asked. But Mrs. McClure only shook her head, then gathered up her manila folder and purse and started toward the door.
âYou and your damned threats,â his mother said to her back. âYou can just go to hell.â
Mrs. McClure didnât answer. She merely stopped for a second to tousle Jimmyâs curly black hair and say, âDonât worry, weâll take care of you.â Then she went out the door and down the steps.
ââA new hairdo,ââ his mother said then. âShe can just go fuck herself.â Jimmy looked at her. Normally her round face was pale and her eyes looked wet, as if she had just finished crying or was about to start, but now her skin was splotchy and her eyes looked fierce. âWhat are you staring at?â she said.
Jimmy wanted to ask what Mrs. McClure meant by âanother level,â but he didnât dare. âDo you want me to make you supper tonight?â Jimmy asked. âI can make hot dogs if we got some.â
âJust shut the damned drapes,â she said. âShut all the goddamned drapes and leave me alone. Iâm tired and I want to sleep.â She lay back on the sagging couch and hugged herself. âAnd get me a blanket. Itâs cold in here.â
âOkay,â Jimmy said, and went around the room, closing the drapes. Then he got a spare blanket from the linen closet and started to cover his mother with it. Her eyes were closed and he thought she was already asleep, but she opened them and said, âYouâre a good boy, Jimmy. Iâm not mad at you . You know that, donât you?â When he nodded, she gave him the smile he loved so, the one that made her eyes crinkle up. âItâs you and me, kid,â she said. âYou and me against the world.â And then she closed her eyes again and turned toward the back of the couch.
For the next two weeks, no one mentioned the windows, and Jimmy began to believe that he wouldnât be caught after all. Then one day he came home from school and heard his mother talking on the phone in the kitchen. âThink about Jimmy,â she was saying, her voice wavering. âHe doesnât deserve this.â Then she was silent a long time before she said, âIâll be there. Just give me a chance to explain.â When she hung up, he went into the kitchen. His legs felt funny, as if his knees had turned to water. He was sure sheâd been talking to the principal, or maybe a policeman.
âOh, youâre home,â she said, and wiped her nose with a Kleenex.
He was about to tell her it wasnât true, someone else broke the windows, when she suddenly said, âLook at this mess!â She gestured at the dirty dishes piled on the table and counters. âWeâve got to clean up everything right away.â Then she began to fill the sink with water, but before it was even half full, she abruptly turned off the faucet. âWeâd better do the bedrooms
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