classes, then the school has a chance to compete in the district competitions.â
âOh.â
âA red-banner class gets prizes, too, Annette. We get to go to the childrenâs theatre and the museum.â
âOh! Thatâs great.â
A tall thin girl wearing glasses comes up to us.
âLuba, Iâm explaining to Annette about the socialist competition.â
âDonât you know what a socialist competition is, Annette?â Luba drawls out the words.
I look down at my shoes, the bump where my big toe sticks up. âElena was just telling me.â
Lubaâs playing with one of her braids. She doesnât have any bows in her hair, just elastics to keeping the braids tidy. âI guess they donât have socialist competitions in America, do they Annette?â
Iâm not American. Iâm from Canada. Itâs a different country.
â
Do
they have socialist competitions in America, Annette?â Elenaâs head is cocked to the side, making her look even more like a Scottie. I shake my head.
Lubaâs friend Sonya, a sturdy girl with bright button-blue eyes and masses of red curls, has come over too. She puts her hand on the sleeve of my coat, runs her fingers along the knitted wool cuffs.
âDid you bring this coat from America, Annette?â
I nod.
âMy mother says you probably brought diamonds, too. And a whole trunkful of saucepans.â Sonya tugs at the cuffs.
âDonât be silly, Sonya,â Elena says. âAnnetteâs father is an ordinary worker, a good Soviet citizen. How could he have diamonds?â
Sonya shrugs. âShe dresses pretty fancy. Who knows what her father did in America?â
âHer father dresses real swell. I saw him. In a camel hair coat. He dresses like a real bourgeois.â Luba gives me a little shove.
âThat wasnât my father. Heâs my uncle Lev.â
âWell your uncleâs pretty fancy looking too.â She gives me a second little shove.
âLeave her alone,â Elena says. Both their chins are jutting out, about an inch from each other.
I want to tell them Iâm not American.
âSheâs a show-off,â Luba says.
âIs not.â
âIs too.â
Luba gives me another good shove, and then Sonya shoves from the other side.
âCut it out,â I tell them.
âTwo against one isnât fair,â Elena says.
They both smile. Sonya steps back, and then Luba suddenly rushes at me with a big shove and Iâm sitting in the gravel on the playground, my elbow scraped red and full of little stones. Lubaâs standing above me, and suddenly every-thingâs bright, white, and I canât see anything but her, canât see Elena, though I hear her yelling, canât see the sky. Lubaâs still smiling. I want that smile.
The brightness swallows everything but I want what I want, that smile, and then itâs Luba on the ground beneath me, I donât know how, brightness pouring through me and Iâm happy, so happy, and Iâm sitting on her stomach and I can feel myself pounding my fists on her shoulders, my voice spilling out words in English, the language Iâm not supposed to speak.
Leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone.
The soft give of her shoulder as my fists connect. I look at Lubaâs face and sheâs afraid. The whiteness recedes and colours come back. I can see that Sonyaâs gone and can hear Elena saying quietly, âGet up, Annette. Get off her. Câmon, the teacherâs going to see.â
I look again at Lubaâs face, her mouth open in surprise, the tears. Thatâs what I wanted. I wanted her face to change. I changed it.
I get up.
âHowâd you do that?â Elena asks. âHowâd you throw her off you like that? Sheâs so much bigger.â
Lubaâs blubbering. âIâm going to tell,â she says.
You started it,â Elena says.
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