I can’t believe it’s Janet helping, but it is. “Thanks,” I tell all of them.

Janet’s face glows. “You want to play?” she whispers to Theresa.

Theresa looks at me. I nod.

“ ’Kay,” Theresa says as she, Jimmy, and Janet go out. I breathe a huge sigh of relief as I close the door after them.

“Jeez, Natalie. I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I tell my sister, who is curled up in a ball like a potato bug.

At least she’s quiet. It could be a lot worse, I’m thinking, when I hear a knock on the door.

“Moose, can I come in?” Darby Trixle wipes his feet on the mat and steps inside without waiting for my answer.

“Uh, Officer Trixle, sir, my parents aren’t here right now,” I say, but it’s too late, he’s headed straight for our sofa.

“It’s you I want to have the conversation with. How’s she doin’?” He eyes Natalie, who is still curled up on the floor.

“Fine, sir,” I whisper.

“She ain’t fine, Moose. Now you look here. She ain’t no reflection on you. I want you to know that.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, wishing he would just leave, but he settles in on the couch.

He pokes his chin in Natalie’s direction. “Happens in families sometimes. You think I don’t know how it is, but I do. I had me a brother wasn’t right in the head. But my folks they did the right thing. Put him away with his own kind. And we got a clean slate. He was happier for it, we all were. That’s the way to do it. Get a clean slate.”

He waits for me to respond. “Yes, sir,” I finally mutter.

“A girl like her. She don’t belong. And this visiting back and forth.” He waggles his head. “Can’t have a pig half in the poke… you know what I’m saying?”

I look down at the coffee table, wishing I could pull it out from under his feet.

“You look at me when I’m speaking to you, boy.”

“Yes, sir,” I mutter.

He squints his eyes at me. “You ought to be taught right about this.”

I can feel the anger grow inside me, until it just about bursts out of my skin. “Officer Trixle, sir?” I struggle to keep my voice under control. “Do you visit your brother?”

“That’s what I’m saying, boy.” He says this louder now, like I’m too stupid to understand. “You make a clean break. He got his life. I got mine.”

“So you never visit. Ever,” I whisper.

“You just move on from the bad things. You understand me, boy.”

“She’s not a bad thing,” I whisper.

“You and your parents is too soft.” He clucks. “I blame your dad. Women can’t see these things right. They don’t got the power up here.” He points to his head. “But your dad, he’s got his head where his arse ought to be. I’m not gonna have you putting this whole island in jeopardy because you people is soft in the head, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper. “I hear you, but she’s not soft in the head.”

“You Flanagans”-he spits into his hanky, wads it up and stuffs it in his pocket-“can’t see the forest for the trees. It’s a shame really,” he mutters softly, almost gently. “I feel bad for you. I do.”

Monday, September 9, and Tuesday, September 10, 1935

When my mom gets back, she stays with Natalie. The two of them hole up in Nat’s room, Nat lying on the bed, her arms tucked under her as if she’s flown apart and she’s bringing herself together again. Fits exhaust Natalie. They exhaust my mom too. Sometimes it seems like there’s still an umbilical cord between them.

After I get home from school the next day I head for the canteen with Annie, Jimmy, and Theresa. Jimmy doesn’t say much. He helped me with Natalie when she was having her fit, but he still feels bad about not keeping his eyes on her the night Hoover was here. He goes down to check his flies, which now occupy two barrels under the dock. But he doesn’t invite me down there. Not anymore.

While Jimmy’s gone, Theresa and Annie and I help Bea unpack boxes. There really isn’t that much to do.

Late in the afternoon, Mrs. Mattaman, Mrs. Caconi, Annie’s mom, Bea and Janet Trixle come sweeping into the canteen, practically clearing out the baking aisle. Even Mrs. Caconi, who never buys from the canteen because she thinks the prices are too high, gets butter and eggs.

“What’s going on, Mom?” Jimmy asks.

“Bea’s closing up early so we can get the baking done.”

“Why’s everybody baking?” Theresa asks.

“Never you mind. You kids just run along.” She waggles her fingers toward the door. “Outside with all of you.”

Janet turns the wooden sign to CLOSED. She gives Theresa a smug little smile. “We’re going up to Mrs. Caconi’s apartment because little pitchers have big ears,” Janet whispers to Theresa.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Theresa asks me.

“It means they don’t want us to hear what they’re going to say. But that’s what secret passageways are for, Theresa,” I tell her.

Theresa smiles big as a Halloween pumpkin. There’s a skip to her step as she, Annie, Jimmy, and I head for Chinatown. Jimmy works his screwdriver on the hinge and we scramble inside. “Shhh!” he orders. “We know they’re up there.”

“Icky!” Theresa whispers, whacking a cobweb out of her face.

“Quiet or you can’t come,” Jimmy warns.

By the time we get settled at the best eavesdropping spot, the women are already in Mrs. Caconi’s living room.

“Now you mustn’t talk that way. She’s gonna pull through,” Annie’s mom says.

“Janet, you stay in the bedroom like I told you. Play with your dollies, all right?” Bea tells Janet. “I know a death rattle when I hear it. That woman is not long for this world.” Bea sighs. “I wish I could say I didn’t see this coming. I mean, the doctor told her not to have any more.”

“Oh now, Bea, these things happen,” Mrs. Mattaman tells her.

“Well, you’re not going to tell me he didn’t want a boy more than life itself.” Bea again.

“No guarantees it’s gonna be a boy,” Mrs. Caconi offers.

“Try telling the warden that,” Bea says. “Got him signed up for military school and the sailing club already.”

“That’s up to God, not the warden,” Annie’s mom insists.

“I’ll tell you what’s up to us,” Mrs. Mattaman declares. “Piper. I’ll be the first to tell you she’s not my favorite child. But right now she’s all alone in that big house with her mama rushed off to the hospital sick enough to…” She takes a deep breath. “It’s not right. Somebody has to go up there with her.”

“I’ll go,” Mrs. Caconi offers. “I can cook in the warden’s kitchen same as my own.”

“Now let’s hold our horses here, girls, and use our noggins. Who’s the closest friend Piper’s got?” Bea asks.

“Moose,” Mrs. Mattaman replies.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bea answers. “Those two and their googly eyes. Where is he?”

“We sent them out to play. Get them out of our hair,” Annie’s mom replies.

“That boy, my goodness. If there’s a hand that needs a-holdin’ he’s the one for the job. I’ll be darned if he didn’t get me a rose one day when I was feeling down. Still can’t figure that one out,” Bea says.

“He’s a nice boy. That’s what. My Annie thinks the world of him,” Mrs. Bomini says.

“Got a sweet spot for Moose is what your Annie has,” Bea answers.

Annie’s mom sighs. “I’m afraid so. But enough of that now, girls. We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

“Annie,” Theresa whispers, “you have a crush on Moose?”

But Annie has weaseled past Jimmy. She’s crawling like a spider down the passage to the door that opens with a squeal and closes with a crump. We can hear her distant footsteps running up the cement stairway that leads out of Chinatown.

My cheeks get hot with the thought that Annie has a crush on me. I don’t like her in that way. I mean, Annie? She’s a box with feet. But it’s kind of nice to think she likes me-so long as it doesn’t affect her pitching, that is.