know, the truth. So be warned, Iâm counting on you.
Hereâs a quizâif itâs true about Atchison. (Which Iâm sure it is.)
Question: If you take mad, and multiply it by ignored plus tricked, what do you have?
Answer: Guess who?
Question: Whatâs the worst kind of homesick?
Answer: Homesick for something you wanted that never was.
Signed:
Iris Baldwin, the shadow in her fatherâs palace of grand plans
P.S. The Nesbitts are happy for you to visit. The sooner the better. They promise to have lots of dead weight for you to lift. Ha!
P.P.S. Iâll make you a pie. Really! Blackberry or rhubarb. You pick.
P.P.P.S. Write me back with the answer right now.
P.P.P.P.S. How are you?
Iâve counted on Leroy for the truth ever since the sixth grade, when he set me straight about virgins.
âSo, okay, what exactly is a virgin?â I had asked him. âIsnât it a lady who hasnât had a babyâlike the Virgin Mary?â
âOh God, Iris.â Leroy searched my face, to see if I was kidding, I guess. âDid you look it up?â
âThe Bible doesnât have a glossary!â
âIn the
dictionary
.â
âYes, but the definitions go in word circles. You have
sisters
, Leroy. Youâre thirteen. You know the answer. So tell me!â
He did. He just explained sexual intercourse and what a virgin isnât. It was the bravest thing.
âSo no wonder Daddy blew like heâd eaten a tablespoon of pepper when I asked if his girlfriend was a virgin,â I had said. Leroy smiled. âDaddy dropped her on a dimeâthought Iâd heard rumors about her rep-u-ta-tion! Couldnât stand the risk of a blemish on
his
.â
âWell, at least you got his attention for once,â Leroy had commented.
I scratch Marieâs back, thinking maybe I should ask Daddy about Celesteâs virgin status. I could get rid of her, too.
Dotâs back.
After weeks of feeling ill, she has her sack dress hiked up in the back and pulled tighter across her belly than Cecilâs overalls. She is definitely not over her
poorly-
ness. Already this morning sheâs gotten sick to her stomach three times.From the chicken house Iâve seen Marie follow her between the clothesline and the grassy patch behind the shed. Iâve heard Dot retch, watched her wobble back to the laundry, her back soaked with sweat.
I abandon my broom and exit the coop. The door bangs shut. Dot turns, glances at my hand as if checking for an egg, and yanks down her dress. She looks pale. Her hair looks dirty and there are dark circles under her eyes. When she reaches to shove a clothespin on the line, I see marks on her arms.
Bruises.
My stomach twists.
Dot turns to face me, plants her fists on her hips, stretches her back, and sticks her stomach out. Then she lifts the hair off her neck with one hand, fans it with the other.
More bruises.
Without a word, she looks me right in the eye, rubs the fingertips of both hands back and forth across her belly, then glances toward the shed.
A notionâa knowingâslips into my mind.
Dot is pregnant.
Marie barks at crows filling the telephone line.
Dot turns away, bends over, and presses the heels of her hands on her eyes. Her shoulders raise and lower.
Is she
crying
? âDot?â My voice sounds unexpectedly soft, like Mrs. Nesbittâs.
âShut up!â
Dot spits, wipes her mouth, and after a moment snipes, âOh, and by the way,
youâre
gonna be gone in a week.â Sheresumes pinning clothes as if giving me a generous moment of privacy to absorb
my own
nasty news.
âI saw the letter.â Her tone shifts to
poor, poor Iris
. âYour replacementâs name is Gladys Dilgert. Itâs right on the envelope. Theyâve kept it a secret from you, but itâs in plain sight on the kitchen table.â She shoos me off. âGo see for yourself.â
I glue my lips. I will not ask one
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