“S’okay.” Scout brushes the dust from his pants as Jimmy secures the hinges back in place. “Moose was gonna show me this place, right, Moose?” Scout asks.

Jimmy’s screwdriver freezes in his hand. He’s clearly waiting to hear what I have to say.

But I have nothing to say.

“Sure you were,” Jimmy insists, drilling down so hard that his fingers turn white.

Scout’s thick eyebrows rise. He looks from Jimmy to me and back again.

“I told Annie about this place too. Seeing as how she’s another of your best friends,” Jimmy mumbles. “And Piper.”

“Piper knows?” I croak.

“Sure. Isn’t she your best friend?” Jimmy swings the screwdriver as he walks up the stairs out of Chinatown. Scout and I watch him go.

“He’s a good guy,” Scout tells me. “You shouldn’t make him mad like that.”

“I shouldn’t? You’re the one said he throws like a dead girl.”

Scout shrugs as if he doesn’t even remember this.

Typical Scout. He’s the guy who brings the eggs, but he’s never the one with egg on his face. If he wasn’t so much fun, I’d hate him.

“Are we gonna play ball or what? Let’s go find Annie,” Scout suggests, as if playing ball with Annie is the most natural thing in the world.

Annie and Piper are supposed to be singing a song for when J. Edgar Hoover, the head of the FBI, and Eliot Ness, the guy who brought Capone down, come to Alcatraz. Apparently there is going to be a big shindig for them with gold foil invitations and everything.

My mom was supposed to help Annie and Piper practice. She offered to teach Alcatraz kids for half off, but the warden didn’t take her up on it. Buddy Boy is helping Annie and Piper with their performance instead.

Buddy Boy’s lessons are, of course, free.

When we knock on the warden’s door this time, it’s Willy One Arm who answers, with the brown mouse, Molly, riding on his shoulder.

“Where’s Mrs. Williams?” I ask.

“Not feeling so good,” Willy One Arm squeaks. Molly nuzzles his neck, her nose twitching like she’s searching for something to eat. We follow Willy and Molly into the living room, where Annie and Piper are both seated on the piano bench.

“Hi, doll.” Scout beams his peepers at Piper.

I grind my teeth. Does he have to call her doll?

“Hi.” Piper smiles back shyly, her eyes softening for Scout.

Piper looks at my baseball bat and her face clouds up. “Annie’s busy,” she snaps.

Buddy Boy offers me his most inviting smile. “Gonna play a little ball are you, buddy?” he asks, concentrating his magnified gray eyes on me.

“Yeah.” I motion my head toward Annie. “When are you gonna be done?”

“She has no idea,” Piper answers for Annie.

Scout smiles his old bachelor-guy smile at Piper. “You got a glove, doll? You could play too.”

Piper shrugs this off. “You should see this,” she tells Scout. “Buddy, do your Shirley Temple.”

“Oh now, missy,” Buddy says. He can’t keep the smile off his face. It seems permanently attached to his lips.

“Come on,” Piper wheedles.

“Shirley who?” Scout asks.

“You never heard of Shirley Temple?”

Scout shakes his head.

“She’s a kid movie star,” Annie explains. “They show her movies in the cell house and everywhere else too.”

“In the cell house…” Scout nods appreciatively.

“Movie night is twice a month,” Piper explains. “Go ahead, Buddy. You gotta hear this,” she tells us.

Buddy clearly lives for this. You can see it in his eyes. He takes off his tortoiseshell glasses and plumps up his curly yellow hair so that it looks more like the six-year-old Shirley’s mop head.

Annie riffles through the music until she finds what she’s looking for and begins playing.

Buddy Boy walks across the room, swinging his arms at his sides and scrunching his shoulders up like he is an adorable roly-poly mop-headed little girl. His arms soar like an airplane while he sings in a high-pitched voice: “On the good ship Lollipop. It’s a sweet trip to a candy shop.” He rubs his belly and puffs his cheeks out.

If you close your eyes, you’d swear you were listening to Shirley on the radio. Open them and Buddy almost looks like her too. It’s a little creepy.

“Look, even Molly likes it.” Annie points to Willy One Arm, who is standing in the back, Molly on his shoulder, her keen pink eyes on Buddy while Willy strokes her ratty fur.

I look back at Piper. Scout is right next to her. They are busy whispering to each other.

Buddy catches me watching them. “Moose, you take your friend Scout and run along.” He smiles. “We just need a few more minutes, then we’ll have your Annie back to you.”

Buddy has such a nice way of making me feel comfortable in my own skin. It’s as if I’m doing something right every time I see him. He winks at Annie, like they share their own secret.

“He’s good, isn’t he? Gonna be in vaudeville when he gets out, right, Buddy?” Annie’s eyes are bright and completely focused on Buddy.

He can’t be a convicted felon. He just can’t.

Buddy nods. “You betcha. Got me an agent all lined up. This time next year, you’re gonna see my name in lights. Now you go on.” He motions to me. “The ladies have more work to do.”

Scout and I discuss Buddy as we walk down to the parade grounds. “They let him out to audition?” Scout asks.

“No,” I say.

“How’d he get an agent then?”

“Beats me. Hey look here, Scout.” He walks so fast I can hardly keep up with him. “Do you have to be so chummy with Piper?”

“Chummy?” He stops on the road, watching a big tanker out in the bay. His eyes are back on me now. “I know a little more about the dolls than you do… So, I’m gonna give you some tips.” He puts both his hands up in a stop motion. “Don’t thank me, okay? It’s just what I do for my buddies. But first I need to know… you kiss her yet?”

“Shut up, okay?” I tell him. “What makes you think you know so much about girls anyway?”

He rocks his head from side to side like his nose is a pendulum looking for center. “I just do. First thing, don’t be going straight for the lips. It’s like when you’re pitching, you don’t want to go straight over home plate but a little to the side to keep ’ em guessing. Start with the cheek and then kind of mosey your lips over till… bingo!” He taps his lips. “You hit the target.

“Tip two: Watch your nose. Nothin’ like a nose smashup to ruin the mood, could even lose you the whole ball of wax. Noses stick out, see, more than lips, so an angle shot is the only way to go.” He cocks his head to demonstrate.

Scout holds one finger up. “I’m giving you the best I have here, buddy, I hope you appreciate this.” He points to his neck. “Little-known fact. Weak point of every doll in America, a little smackeroo there, you’ll have ’em eating out of your hand.”

“Look, Scout, let’s put it this way.” I get my face right up close to his. “You kiss Piper and I don’t care if you’re my best friend-”

“Hey now, don’t get yourself all worked up about that. I know Piper’s your puppy. But you gotta get a girl warmed up, you know.” He points to his chest. “I’m the fella for that job. You betcha.”

I sigh, all the resistance drained out of me. “I dunno. She’s pretty mad at me. Did you see her?”

“That’s because she likes you. That’s the way the pretty ones are, Moose. They get mad for all kinds of reasons you can’t figure out, so don’t be wasting your time trying.” He taps his finger to his lips. “That’s how you solve it right there.” Scout nods like he’s seen this all before.

“Really? You think I should kiss her?”

He sighs as if I’m a sorry specimen of mankind. “What do you think I’ve been telling you for the last five minutes? Now come on… let’s play.” He bounces forward down the hill to the parade grounds to wait for Annie, who shows up a few minutes later.

“Piper’s sore at you,” Annie reports, slipping on her glove.