the real picture. Under all that was such a vulnerable little girl. âBut I am guessing that Mrs. Innes will suggest that you see a counselor.â
âI donât need any stupid counselor! Why? â
âBecause itâs so hard to lose someone. Hard to deal with the grieving. People can help youââ
âLike somebody can bring my dad back?â Charlie rolled her eyes. âIâm not talking to some stranger about my dad. The whole thingâs stupid. Itâs something grown-ups want to do to make themselves feel better.â
Merry said slowly, âYouâre right.â
âIâm trying not to cause trouble. To do anything wrong. I know, I messed up in school this weekââ
Okay. The kid was breaking her heart. She was just so inhibited, so repressed. So tight. So trying to survive something hugely over her head. âLook, Charlie. We have to see Mrs. Innes. We donât have any choice. Itâs a court mandate. But thatâs not happening until Monday. A long time away. Letâs work on today.â
âYeah, you said. We gotta clean the house. And I said I would.â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo,â Merry said firmly, and swept the breakfast dishes to the counter. âI may not know how to do engine parts and guns, kiddo. But I do know how to have fun. Come on.â
âCome on where?â
âOut.â
The poor deprived child had never Rollerbladed before. Never gone into a department store and tried on fancy hats. Never driven down the road singing at the top of her lungs.
âYouâre not normal,â Charlie said.
âOh, thank you.â
That won a smile.
By then, Merry gave herself credit for winning quite a few smilesâjust no outright natural laughter. Charlie went along with her, didnât argue, didnât complain about anything. But she just couldnât seem to really let loose and relax.
Merry worked harder. The day was only half done. After picking up fast food for lunch, she drove around a while longer, trying to think up fresh ideas at the same time she got a better feeling for the town. It was an old-fashioned New Englandâlooking town, with white spired churches and brick houses and lots of streets named after treesâOak and Maple, Sassafras and Chestnut. But it was awfully hard to get her bearings when the roads were all so curly, swirling around hills, dipping down into valleys.
Eventually, Charlie said in awe, âYou really couldnât find your way out of a parking lot, could you?â
âHey,â Merry said in an injured tone, but on the inside, she was delighted. It was a real live insult. Surely that meant they were making progress? And just then, as she turned down a street sheâd never seen before, she caught the sign for a craft shop.
âI donât do crafts,â Charlene insisted.
âWeâre not going to do crafts. Weâre going to do painting.â
âBut I donât paint, either.â
Neither did Merry, but the idea had sparked a project. Anything would be better than the ghoulish contemporary art in the house, right? So she coaxed Charlene into the store and emerged two hundred bucks poorerâtwo hundred bucks she couldnât afford, because she doubted anyoneâd believe this was a guardian expenseâbut they had canvases and brushes and a zillion cans of colorful paint.
âI donât get what weâre going to do with all this stuff.â
âPaint some pictures for the walls.â
âBut I canât paint. Really.â
âSure you can. I know we can paint better than the Green Skeleton Girl.â
Charlie knew the painting she meant. âBut thatâs art, Merry. Thatâs why my dad bought all those pictures. He said theyâd be worth a bunch of money some day.â
âMaybe they will be. And theyâd be great. You can consider that âfound moneyâ if those
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