dark place with the dummies or the place where the heads are cut off,â says Sheba.
âVery civilized children, then,â she jokes. âI have never been to your country,â she adds, âbut my mother lived there, in the late Sixties and much of the Seventies, after leaving England.â
âReally?â says Zan. âWhere?â
âAround and about. Mostly in Los Angeles.â
âThatâs where weâre from.â
âYes,â she smiles, âI know.â
âWhereâs your mother now?â
âShe is no longer alive.â
âIâm sorry.â
âIt happened long ago. I would like,â she says, âto go to your country someday. Especially now. Now it must be a very exciting place.â
T he weather outside has cleared and Zan suggests a walk. The four circle the small park across the street from the hotel, which is part of a crescent of small hotels. âItâs hard getting them out of the room,â Zan explains to Molly; they all sit on a bench, Parker and Sheba fighting over a Game Boy. Zan says, âLetâs do this. Iâm taking the children with me to the university tomorrow. James is going with us. Why donât you come as well? See how it goes.â
âSheâs going through your purse,â Parker says to Molly about Sheba. Molly ignores it. âJames?â she says to Zan.
âSorry,â Zan scoffs, âMister J. Willkie Brown, as he prefers the world to know him. Of course Iâll pay you for the time. Whatâs your rate?â
âWhat do you think is fair?â she says.
He tries to calculate currency exchange. âTen pounds an hour?â Itâs more than he can affordâthese days anything is more than he can affordâbut he doesnât want to be the foreigner exploiting a black woman in her country, or more her country than his, anyway.
P arker says to Molly, âSheâll break that camera.â Sheba looks at her brother and draws a finger across her throat. âSheba,â Zan says to the girl, whoâs pulled a small camera from Mollyâs purse, âthatâs not yours.â
âI donât mind,â says Molly.
âThank you, thatâs nice of you,â Zan says, âbut she canât think itâs O.K. to go through other peopleâs things.â
âShe broke Vivâs camera,â says Parker.
âSHUT UP, PARKER!â Sheba says.
âMom was pissed off,â says the boy. He adds, âThatâs a really old-school camera.â This is the first time Zan has heard his son say âpissed.â Also, if he had nothing else to think about, he would monitor the occasions when Viv is âMomâ and when Zan is âDadââan excavation of Parkerâs references and forms of address. Sheba attacks the button on the camera. âStop it,â Zan says and takes the camera, handing it to Molly. âItâs an old-school camera,â Sheba says, mimicking her brother.
âI have had it since I was a little girl,â says Molly, âabout your age.â Parker is trying to fathom cameras existing that far back in time. âItâs a ghost camera,â Molly smiles, bending down to Sheba. âOooh.â
âThatâs not scary,â the four-year-old informs the woman. âWhatâs a ghost camera?â
âIt means,â says the woman, leaning into her explanation to make it sound as mysterious as possible, âthat sometimes you take a picture but a minute later when you pull out the film, it has disappeared.â
âI think,â Parker says, âthatâs another name for a camera that doesnât work.â
Z an shoots his son a look. âIâll phone you tonight,â he says to the woman, âand weâll make tomorrowâs arrangeÂments.â
âIâm afraid I donât have a mobile,â says Molly.
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