You can find answers anywhere.â
âIâd like to find them in Barcelona,â Blake said, and Chloe was proud of him for not being too intimidated by a ninety-something woman. Forgetting herself for a second, Chloe almost made a joke. Leaning to Blake, opening her mouth, she almost, almost saidâwe should introduce Lupe to Martyn, donât you think? Theyâre about the same ageâbefore slamming her hand against her mouth. What was wrong with her!
Blake must have liked Lupe because he talked to her for longer than any of the others. And she must have liked him too because she kept asking him to do chores for her. She pointed out that her chopped wood was too far from the fire pit. It was all the way down the slope, near the river. Chloe and Blake carried the chopped wood and the iron rack to the front of her yellow house. They set it up near the fire pit, stacked the wood, covered it with blue tarp. Lupe looked pleased by their efforts, especially Blakeâs. She asked him to build her a fire. Sheâs my last one, Chloe told Blake, as they collected branches for kindling. She always keeps me here. Sheâs lonely, he said, and she likes the company. I donât mind. âLupe,â he called to her, âdo you know that your fire pit is eroding on one side? The stones have broken off.â
âI know,â she said. âWhoâs going to fix it, me? Or my children out in California?â
Blake motioned toward the mansion-like house. âWho lives there?â
Lupe shrugged. âA family. They donât help me. They got their own problems. The husband is sick. He just donât know it yet. Or donât want to admit it.â
âHow do you know?â
âCan you tell the difference between a healthy man and a sick one? Theyâre like two different species.â
To this, Blake bowed his head without reply. He knew the difference well. His own father had been a Hercules before the disaster that almost claimed him, and now was a husk.
âMaybe I can help,â Blake said. âI can go to the quarry, pick up some stones.â
The woman shook her head. âWhy donât you come by Thursday after school instead? I have a doctorâs appointment. Usually I get a taxi. Maybe you can drive me. Iâll pay you for your time, and then after, we can go to the quarry together. Pick out the stones. Iâll pay for them too.â
â Youâre going to go to the quarry?â
âIâm ninety-two,â Lupe said, jangling her jewelry. âIâm not dead.â
On the way home, Blake rained on Chloe with questions that at first sounded like research but perhaps werenât. How long had she been visiting Lupe? When did the husband die? Why did she go to these twelve homes and not others? Why did she stay for five minutes in one home, but an hour with Lupe? What happened if she saw something suspicious? What if the people behaved erratically? What if they hurt her?
He had been slightly concerned about Mr. Gibson, a blind man with long scraggly gray hair who had grabbed Chloeâs hand and wouldnât let go, not letting her leave or feed him. Blake gently, but not too gently, pried Mr. Gibsonâs dinosaur fingers off Chloeâs white wrist.
âHeâs fine,â Chloe said. âHeâs just lonely. Like Lupe.â
Blake was off again about Chloe and her pants vanishing.
âGive it a rest, Blake. Iâm not your project, Iâm not your story.â
âBut if you disappeared,â he went on, speeding, invincible, in Jimmy Devineâs sirenless off-duty police truck, âthat would be quite a story, wouldnât it?â
âNo! Itâs only a story if thereâs a reason why I disappeared.â Chloe paused. âAlso, what does my disappearance have to do with your blue suitcase?â
âMaybe everything,â he said.
âYou leave me out of your lunacy, Blake
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