carefully, into two cups. She passed one to Mary Beth, who took it with two hands, one on the saucer and the other with her thumb and index finger on the delicate handle of the cup. She brought the cup to her lips and made sounds with her tongue on the roof of her mouth, a proxy for sipping.
Then the girl held out her hands again, both this time, as though proffering a large platter. âCakes?â she asked.
âWhy, thank you.â Mary Beth made a show of choosing one. âThey all look delicious.â
âYou can have more than one.â
Mary Beth raised her hand above the platter. âHmmmm. Iâll start with this one. No!â She moved her hand. âThis one.â She picked up a cake and nibbled it. âMmm.â
They sat for a time, enjoying the tea and cakes, each otherâs company, and the ambiance offered by the shaded woods.
A cheer rose from the ball fields above. The girl looked up the hill. âIs Catherine playing baseball?â she asked.
âNo.â
The girl sipped her tea and waited.
âIf Catherine was playing baseball, wouldnât I be up there, cheering, with the other parents?â
âI guess so.â
Mary Beth wished to cut through the ruse, through the games and the tea and cakes. But this was a child. Still, she said, âCatherine died.â
âThatâs sad.â The girl didnât blink. She just looked unhappy.
âIâm Mary Beth.â
âI know.â
âHow do you know?â
âI followed you here.â
âFrom where?â
The girl paused to consider her answer. Mary Beth felt as if she were floating in some sort of liquidâa thick, warm syrupâfrom which she might never escape.
âFrom your house,â the girl said.
âDo you live on Woodberry Road?â
The girl smiled. âI live here , silly.â She touched the bark of the fallen tree.
It was a game , Mary Beth reminded herself. It was real and make-believe all at once. She wasnât sure of the rules. She wasnât sure if sheâd get another opportunity to play. She sipped her tea.
âI used to live there,â the girl said.
âWhere?â
âWhere you live. Before you lived there.â
âHow old are you?â Mary Beth asked.
âSix. My nameâs Amanda.â She presented the platter of cakes.
âAmanda.â Mary Beth selected one and nibbled it. âItâs nice to meet you.â
âItâs not polite to talk with your mouth full.â
âMmm. Youâre right.â Mary Beth pantomimed swallowing. âItâs nice to meet you, Amanda.â
A breeze came through and swept the bangs from the girlâs forehead.
âMy house,â Mary Beth said, âwas only recently built. I donât think you lived there.â It was too logical an argument for such a fanciful game. Mary Beth wished she could take it back.
But it didnât faze Amanda. âIs that where Catherine lived?â she asked.
Mary Beth nodded.
âWhat color was her room?â
âPurple.â
Amanda frowned, as though disappointed by the choice. âLight purple or dark purple?â
Mary Beth paused. It wasnât a babyâs room anymore. She remembered the crib and the mobile and the morning sunlight shining through the window. âMore light than dark. More blue than red.â
Amanda considered this.
âDid you know that thatâs how you make purple? You mix red paint with blue paint?â
âI knew that,â Amanda said.
âWhat do you get,â Mary Beth said, âwhen you mix red paint with yellow paint?â
Amanda squinted a moment at the bark on the fallen tree between where the two sat. Then she said, âBlue.â
âOrange.â
âAre you done with your tea?â Amanda reached out to take Mary Bethâs cup and saucer.
âI can bring paints and paper.â Mary Beth touched knuckles with the
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