could about Marieâs dad. He had never said much to me but he always let us come over on Saturdays to take baths and drink hot chocolate. When he saw Marie and me was getting to be friends, he left us alone. He loved Marie more than anything.
âMarie told me he was looking all over for us,â I said.
Miz Lily nodded. âHe said he was worried sickâthe idea of you two somewhere on the road. Said he wasnât going to stop looking until he found you, made sure you were safe. Made sure you had a home.â
I smiled and looked away from herâmy throat getting tight. He had been worrying about us. Worried sick. That meant something. Made sure you had a home. He had said that. Once, Marie told me she caught her daddy sitting in the dark crying. He was staring at a picture of her mother. When she turned on the lights, he wiped his eyes real quick and looked away. Another time she said she had asked him about not liking white people and he said it was âcause white people didnât like blacks. Heâd said none of itâs right, though. I bit my lip remembering something elseâthat one time Marie had said me and her daddy were alike âcause we wanted people to just be able to be people. To just be able to live. And now here he was, making sure me and Dion had a home. A safe place to live.
âIâm going to keep in touch,â Miz Lily was saying. âAnd you write and tell me how you are. I stuck a card with my address in each of your knapsacks. If you lose it, Iâm listed. Lily Price.â
Dion went over to where she was standing by the counter and hugged her, her hands still dripping with dishwater.
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âYouâre good,â Dion whispered.
Miz Lily smiled. âWe all got our skeletons, honey. Next person walking down the street might not think Iâm as good as you do. My daughter could probably tell you a hundred stories about why I wasnât a good mother. Iâve done my share of right and wrong.â
âYouâre good to us,â I said.
âThen thatâs what matters, isnât it?â
Me and Dion nodded.
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âOh my stars,â she said when they pulled away from each other. âLet me go get my camera.â
She climbed upstairs slowly, then came back down a little while later with a Polaroid and made me and Dion stand out on the porch. We stood with our arms around each otherâs shoulders smiling into the bright sunlight.
âIâm gonna buy a nice frame when I leave work tomorrow and put it right up there on the mantelpiece with my other pictures.â
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We didnât talk much on the drive to the airport. Dion could barely sit still and I had to bite my lip to stop imagining that plane going up into the air.
But I was thinking about Chauncey too. Seemed my mind was racing my body to get there. Iâd never spent the night at Marieâs house but I still knew every nook and cranny of that place. Some Saturdays weâd just go from room to room, Marie telling me everything she could remember happening there. Iâd touch photos and bedspreads and paintings and try to imagine living in a place where I knew the history of it the way Marie did. Now I would be living there with Marie. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to imagine it. I was already seeing Marieâs grinning face at the airport, her and her daddy standing there. I smiled. It seemed impossible that come Monday, Iâd be sitting in Ms. Coryâs history class again. I was gonna work real hard this time. Maybe Marie was right. Maybe I could go to college if I wanted.
Dion took my hand. When I looked over at her, she was smiling. I squeezed her hand real hard, then leaned back against the seat and stared out at Kentucky.
Eighteen
When we climbed out of the car, Miz Lily looked kind of teary-eyed and so did Dion. We walked to the airport all hugged up, Miz Lilyâs arm soft and warm against my shoulder.
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