knelt down and took a photo of the shards of stained glass from the chapel window. I noticed something under the glass and reached down carefully to pick up a small black shoe. The shoe of a child, maybe five years old. I held the shoe in my hand, so small and worn, and wondered where the child was now. I thought about Nakina and wondered how old she was when she was brought here?
When I stood up I saw bright fingers of light coming through the cracks in the crumbling wall. I took that shot, light breaking through darkness. I tucked the tiny shoe in my pocket and made my way back to the other side of the fence.
Before I left I turned to take one last shot. I stood on the spot where I had first seen Nakina, fingers curled over the top of the chain-link fence. I raised my camera and looked through the lens: crumbling walls of brick and broken glass. All the children gone. Nakina gone.
***
My job at the library ended in September. On my last day Mr. Klein took me out for coffee to the greasy spoon across from the library.
âYou did a great job with the photos, Molly,â he said.
âThanks.â
âHave you ever thought of going to library school?â
âNo. Not really.â
âIf you ever do, Iâd be happy to give you a reference. You have a very organized mind and good attention to detail.â
âI always thought I was just anal and boring.â
âTwo essential qualities for a librarian.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â
âI havenât told anyone yet, but I applied for a job in Montreal,â he said.
âSo youâre leaving?â
âJust heard back today. Theyâve offered me the job.â
âCongratulations.â
âMolly, you know those papers from the residential school?â
âYeah.â
âIâve put them in the archives, in the basement behind the closed stacks. They are in a box labeled SMP.â
âSMP?â
âSt. Maryâs Papers.â
âIâm glad you kept them,â I said.
When we got back to the library Mr. Klein gave me a gift, a mug with the library crest on it.
âThanks,â I said. âIt will remind me of our afternoon tea breaks together. I really enjoyed them.â I put on my coat. âGood luck in Montreal.â
âThank you.â
As I left the library I was surprised how sad I felt to be saying goodbye.
***
That night Anna took me downtown for drinks to celebrate. âSo, what are you going to do, Molly?â she asked.
âOrder a rye and ginger.â
âHa funny. And after that?â
âWhat?â I was trying to stuff Annaâs canes under the chair across from us.
âSeriously. Whatâs your plan?â she asked.
âNo plan.â
âI thought you were going to art school,â she said.
âStupid idea.â
âNo itâs not. Youâve got talent.â
âIâm crap.â
âYou give up too fast.â
âShut up.â
âWhy donât you apply at Lakehead? You could get in for the winter term.â
âDonât want to go to Lunkhead.â
âConfederation College?
âWhat for?â
âI donât know. To get a job.â
The band was playing âStairway to Heavenâ and a young guy came towards me looking like he was going to ask me to dance. I gave him my âfuck offâ look and he backed right off. Nice to have power.
Anna changed the subject. âHey, do you ever see Nakina?â
âNo.â
âToo bad,â she said.
âNo loss. Hey, lets get out of this place. Itâs dead in here.â
We went back to the Wayland Hotel after and had a blast with all the ole guys buying us drinks. The band from the Legion was playing a Johnny Cash tune and Anna and I went up on stage, grabbed the mike and started singing. Donât know if we were any good or if everyone was just so completely shit-faced that it sounded good, but
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