muffled laughter from the Bellas. I didnât see anything funny.
Now Aunt Pauline looked at me. There was such fury in her face that I stepped back. I would much rather she had looked at me with the eyes in the back of her head than the ones in the front.
âChildren should be seen and not heard, Amen.â âAmen,â the twins said in unison, as if they thought it was some sort of pronouncement.
âChildren who ask questions will not learn the truth.â
I knew that Aunt Pauline made up some of these things, but she looked as if she meant it, and then she swept from the room.
The twins collapsed on the love seat in laughter, kicking their feet in uncontrolled glee.
I was still awed by the terrible look from Aunt Pauline and wondering how you could learn the truth if you didnât ask questions. âWhatâs so funny?â I asked.
The Bellas were good at imitating people. And as soon as Aunt Pauline was out of earshot one of the Bellas sat up and said, âChildren!â It was Aunt Paulineâs voice. âChildren, if you tell a lie, your nose will grow long and ugly.â
The other Bella said in my voice, âIs that what happened to your nose, Aunt Pauline?â
They fell back again. More laughter, more kicking.
I was a serious child and was always surprised at the things othersâparticularly the Bellasâfound funny.
Finally, their mirth spent, the Bellas went outside, and I followed. I tried to turn the conversation back to Mr. Tominski. âWhy did Aunt Pauline say he was lurking in the memorial garden?â
The Bellas were busy making up a new Aunt Pauline insult and didnât answer.
âWhat does he do anyway?â
No answer.
âHe must do something!â I was aware that all the people at The Willows had specific duties. That was how our food got prepared, our clothes laundered, our gardens tended.
âSomebody tell me what he does!â I remembered the Bellas had spotted him at the barn. âIs it something to do with the horses?â
But the Bellasâ minds continued, trainlike, on a single track.
âChildren, if you frown at a horse, your face will turn into one.â
âDid you frown at a horse, Aunt Pauline?â Again, it was my innocent voice asking the question.
During the rest of the afternoon, in the middle of one of our games, one twin would break off and say, âChildren,â in that terrible Aunt Pauline way that made me wish I wasnât one of the group. âChildren, if you say the word witch , youâll turn into one.â
And my voice would pipe up from the other: âDid you say the word witch , Aunt Pauline?â
I still didnât see what was so funny, but by now, I had stopped asking for an explanation and made myself laugh along with them.
chapter four
A Daisy and Other Invisible Flowers
âD aisy . . . dandelion . . . daffodil . . .â
My sister Augusta knew more words than anyone in the world. I loved to walk in the garden with her. It was like taking a walk with a dictionary.
Scout led the way. He paused and looked back occasionally to make sure we were following.
Augusta always started with aster and buttercup, and as she moved through the garden and the alphabet, she bent gracefully and picked imaginary flowers.
âElderberry . . . fuchsia . . . gardenia.â She added these to her bouquet.
It was a winterâs day. The branches above us were bare. The only flowers were the invisible ones in my sisterâs arms.
We proceeded through the empty, colorless yard, with my sister going through the alphabet of flowers, gathering them one by one.
â. . . verbena . . . wisteria . . . the rare xantheniaââ Here she paused to give me a wink of conspiracy. Augusta was my serious sister, so even this sort of mild joke was rare. She ended with â. . . yellow jasmine . . . zinnia.â
Thus, we came to the family cemetery. This was the end of the
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