so he lay on his side, motionless except for his eyes, which rolled around, taking in everything. Without lifting his head, he could keep watch on the whole world.
I started over. âChin . . . nose . . . eyebrow . . .â
I paused to glance from one twin to the other. Eyebrows, too, were sometimes disputed.
Neither twin answered. They were looking to the back of the house.
âEar . . . neck . . . knee. . . . paw . . . toe . . . toenail.â
I was just getting to âback,â which always caused Scoutâs leg to jiggle with pleasure, when a low rumbling sound came from the dog.
I drew my hand back in alarm.
âHeâs growling at old man Tominski,â a Bella said. âHe doesnât like old man Tominski, and we donât either.â
âI donât either,â I said quickly, even though this was the first time I had ever heard the name.
âHe spies on us.â
âHe wants to catch us, like that.â The Bellaâs small hands curled into claws.
âYes, like that.â
Now the other Bellaâs hands formed identical weapons. With four hands reaching for me, I knew the first real fear of my life. I stepped back
âAnd let me tell you something,â she said, as if she were Aunt Pauline, who was always stern with us.
âWhat?â
âWhen Scout growls, you better run.â
âWhen Scout growls at somebody, thereâs something bad about that person.â
âSomething really, really bad.â
I looked toward the barn, but there was no one there. âI donât see him,â I said.
âYou never see him, but heâs there.â
âYes, heâs there and he sees you!â
âBut heâs all gone,â I said, hoping it was true.
âFor now,â the Bellas said in unison. They often spoke the same thought at the same time, as if their minds were connected.
Although I had not seen Mr. Tominskiâand would not actually see him for several yearsâmy dread of him had begun.
chapter three
Children!
âC hildren! Do not make faces behind my back!â
Aunt Pauline said this to the twins. I stood with my mouth open in amazement. How did Aunt Pauline see what they were doing? Our maid, Frances, had said, âThat woman has eyes in the back of her head,â but I had never been able to see them.
âChildren, thatâs better.â Aunt Pauline always said children as if the word itself was distasteful. Still she had not turned around.
Aunt Pauline was my fatherâs sister who lived with us. She was officially in charge of the children. We had had nurses when we were infants, but as soon as we were considered girls, the kindly nurses disappeared and the unkindly Aunt Pauline took over.
On this day I had followed Aunt Pauline quickly from the dining room. At lunch she had made a comment about Mr. Tominski, and I wanted to ask her what she had said.
I had still never caught sight of the elusive Mr. Tominski, but he was always a dark shadow at the edge of my mind, just as he was at the edge of our lives.
I broke in with, âWhat did you say about Mr. Tominski, Aunt Pauline?â
âShe said he was lurking around Frederickâs memorial garden,â a Bella said.
âWhatâs âlurkingâ?â I asked.
âLike this.â The twins did a sinister turn around the room, hiding behind chairs and peering out.
This caused Aunt Paulineâs frown to deepen. When she frowned, her nose got longer. Now it almost touched her lip.
âI also said that your father didnât need to visit the man every day and that Cook didnât need to take him meals.â
She took a deep breath and went back to the original topic. âIf you make ugly faces, children, your face will freeze like that.â
With the sudden insight of a four-year-old, I said, âIs that what happened to your face, Aunt Pauline?â
There was a terrible silence, broken only by
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