you.â Two more pretty girls stopped to buy a pretzel from a street vendor and the guy began to serenade them with a spirited tune, flashing his eyes, taking tiny steps, inviting them to dance with him. They turned their backs and walked away, not giving him a second glance.
âSorry, girls,â the guitar player called in a loud voice as we walked away. We looked back, not knowing if he was talking to us or to the girls whoâd ignored him.
âRudy wouldnât have taken off like that, without letting us know,â Al said.
âHow could he let us know? He didnât even know our last names,â I said. âOr where we live. He didnât know anything about us. When you come right down to it, he didnât know squat about us. We knew about him, or what he told us about himself. Weâll probably never see him again.â
âWeâll never find that woman, either. I feel it in my bones.â Alâs shoulders slumped, and she fumbled in her pocket for the five dollars. We both looked at the money stupidly, as if wondering how it had gotten there.
âThe cityâs too big,â I told her. âYou hardly ever find anyone youâre looking for.â
âLetâs go to St. Patrickâs,â Al said. âSit down and smell the incense.â Al was crazy about the smell of incense.
âAll right,â I said. St. Patrickâs Cathedral is beautiful and vast. It makes me feel as if Iâm in Europe when I go there. There are lots of cathedrals in Europe, I understand. St. Patrickâs may be as close as Iâll ever get to Europe.
We sat and watched the people taking pictures, wandering around, admiring everything. On our way out, there was a box marked For the Poor of the World. Al carefully folded her money and slipped it in the slot. We went down the church steps, and the humidity made us gasp.
âAt least I did something positive,â Al told me.
âThat beats nothing,â I said.
chapter 21
âHowâs your little boy?â I asked Mr. Keogh when Al and I stopped to see him Monday morning on our way to class.
âHeâs a pistol. Turned two last week. We gave him a set of blocks for his birthday. First thing he did was make a towering structure which he says is a church. My wife thinks heâs aiming to be an architect. I think he might be aiming to be a priest.â Mr. Keogh grinned. âHard to tell, at this age.â
Mr. Keogh fiddled with a pencil.
âI have a favor to ask of you,â he said.
âSo ask,â Al said.
âRight. Well, here it is.â Mr. Keogh cleared his throat. âIf youâre not busy next Saturday morning, how about coming with me to visit my father in his nursing home?â
I looked at Al, and she looked back. Flabbergast city.
âTo do what?â Al got out.
âTalk. Read to them, the old people, I mean. Sing songs, if you want.â Mr. Keogh tapped his teeth with the pencil. âThe point is, they need distraction. Most of them sit in the same chairs, in the same places, day after day. They watch television, but thatâs about it. Lethargy sets in and itâs bad for them. They lose interest in things, in life. The doctors asked me, after they found out I was a teacher, if I knew any kids who might be willing to visit the patients. Theyâve experimented and found that old people benefit greatly from contact with young people. Just having them around, the doctors said, is extremely beneficial, even for a short while.
âSo I thought of you right off. Youâre good kids. I wouldnât ask just anyone to come up there with me.â Mr. Keogh smiled tentatively at us.
Al said, âI could tell their fortunes.â
âGreat! Who doesnât like to have their fortunes told?â
âI canât do anything,â I told Mr. Keogh. âI can play the harmonica but only a little.â I wasnât at all sure I wanted to
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