An ebony grand piano filled the small stage.
With a straight backed elegance unexpected in an adolescent, a
slim girl of thirteen walked slowly up the short flight of stairs
to the stage, reaching to greet the instrument as if it were a
sweetly cherished friend. She wore a high bodice black dress that
fell just to her knees, wrists protruding stubbornly from the
sleeves as if, foal-like, her arms and legs had out grown her
body . The chunky-heeled black shoes she wore added to a coltish
demeanor. Thick auburn hair fell
smoothly well past her waist line, the center marked by a lighter
lock of sun bleached hair which had been pulled straight back
from her face and gathered with a metal clip at the back of
her head.
Struggling a bit with its awkward size, the
girl pushed the bench back from the piano, settled herself, and
found the peddle with her foot. She touched the keys lightly without
striking for sound. Turning, she looked quickly out at the rows
of moveable chairs, a wing of hair falling forward across her
shoulder as she did. Three
women smiled encouragingly at her from about halfway back, but
it was the empty seat next to them that drew the girls attention.
A slight pucker of her brow marred the smooth, freckled clarity
of her face. She closed her liquid brown eyes, drew in a deep
breath and arching her back slightly, pushed her slender rib cage
forward in resolve. She
reached for the keyboard, fingers poised delicately for a moment
over the ivory steps before stroking the first haunting notes
of Mozarts Fantasia.
Music grew and filled the room as the young
pianist moved seamlessly on to a Bach three part invention, and
concluded with a Chopin waltz.
Even younger members of the audience were captivated as
the girl effortlessly, and with touching emotion, found the soul
of each composer in her performance. Her slight body moved in
pursuit of the melody. When the final notes faded the room trembled
with silence. A single set of hands began tentative applause,
which rose to a thunderous response. Slowly the pianist stood
and with grave dignity walked away from the piano, running her
hand down its length as she left the stage. Eyes lowered, no smile
acknowledged the audiences enthusiastic response to her
performance. She returned to sit with the other students.
Laura stalked into her home ahead of her
sister, mother and grandmother, barely pausing to make certain
the door did not swing shut and hit her older sister, who followed
closely behind her. She stopped short as she looked into the living
room where her father was slouched in an armchair watching a television
program. Their eyes
met briefly before a mask of indifference fell across her face
and she continued down a short hall toward the room she shared
with Frances, closing the door firmly behind her.
Hi Daddy, Frances tilted her
head full of shoulder length reddish-brown ringlets, her gaze
challenging her father as she spoke. I wish you could have
come to Lauras recital. She played beautifully.
I cant believe you couldnt
pull yourself together long enough to be there for your Laura.
Abigail followed Frances into the hall, her
voice bright and brittle; a tight smile veiling the couched anger
of her words. She was looking for you all through the program,
hoping to see that you had arrived. Doesnt matter to her
that my mother came all the way from Connecticut to hear her play,
or that Frances and I sat through all those awful beginners waiting
to hear her. As if we hadnt had enough of that through the
years! No, no, Laura just wanted her father there.
Upon entering the house, Anna, the girls
grandmother, put an arm around Frances shoulder and drew
her into the kitchen. Her soft voice could soon be heard chatting
companionably to the teen about the recital and what sort of snack
Frances might like.
John
Holt, a man drowning in a sea of words, looked up at Abigail Holt.
Abigail was beautiful, even when angry, a
spitfire of righteous indignation. Her ominously quiet rant continued
for some minutes, concluding finally with, It isnt
as if we havent all struggled with what happened, John.
But life goes on. Weve all moved on. Youre the only
one who cant seem to let go of the past. Get up now, come
along. Be civilized and visit with Mother and Frances while I
get dinner started.
Grasping her husbands arm Abigail firmly
pushed him ahead of her into the kitchen where the other two women
were sitting at the table drinking ice water. A plate with crackers
and cheese sat untouched in front of them.
Perfect! Thank you Mother! John has
had such a head ache since his walk this afternoon, hes
been lying low hoping it will clear up. I think a nice cool drink
and a little snack will do him a world of good!Abigail breezed
blithefully on, as if her berating of her husband minutes earlier
had neither occurred nor been over-heard.
Of course! John, Im so sorry
youre not feeling well. Anna rose quietly to fill
a glass, and setting it in front of her son- in-law, turned somewhat
apologetically to Frances. Im just going to go check
on your sister, Frances.
Anna walked out of the room that Abigail
was now energetically filling with banging pots and slamming cupboard
doors. Entering the girls bedroom, Anna closed her eyes
as leaned against the door frame with a sigh. Lauras dress
was a puddle of silky black in the middle of the floor, partially
covering her hastily discarded tights and shoes.
Walking through the room, Anna pulled the
curtain aside to look out. A cool breeze blew through the open
window. A dog barked monotonously somewhere in the dark.
Laura was nowhere to be found.
It seemed there were just too many wounded
people in this family for Anna reach all of them.
The soft dark of evening welcomed Laura as
she slid into the cool Los Angeles air.
Well aware her parents would probably not approve of her
being out alone after dark, her bedroom window was her usual point
of access to these adventures. Lauras pulse rate and breathing
accelerated. She began to run.
Her worn boys sneakers found their
way sure footedly in the dim light of early evening. No one who
had seen her playing the piano an hour earlier would have mistaken
this leaping runner for the same child. The black dress had been
replaced with a nondescript gray tee shirt and cut off jean shorts.
She was still at an age where no change of figure had yet betrayed
her as more delicate or less able than her male counterpart. Save
the long hair swaying against her back as she ran, her wiry form
could have belonged to either boy or girl.
There was no trace of discontent in the expression
on Lauras face. Any
disappointment or hurt over her fathers failure to attend
her piano recital had been pushed back in the moment their eyes
met, and abandoned on the floor of her room when she slipped out
the window. In running, Laura relaxed.
The rhythm of running, the pounding of her
feet on the pavement, the fresh air blowing against her cheeks,
the pleasant night sounds of crickets and whirring June bugs,
filled Lauras senses. In too short a time she found herself
at the far end of her usual night time excursions: the runoff
tunnels. Slowing to a walk as she drew in deep breaths, Laura
slipped in, heading to a shallow shelf in a shadowed alcove where
she could sit, out of the debris on the tunnel floor, and just
beyond the yellow triangle cast by a street light.
Laura had spent hours exploring these tunnels
with her friends during daylight hours; they were as familiar
to her as were the streets leading to them. Drawing her knees
up to her chin, Laura wrapped her long arms around them. Her hair
fell cape-like over her, keeping the slightly musty breeze that
blew through the tunnel from chilling her.
As she sat quietly Lauras thoughts
wandered unbidden to her father, and with a dull pain, to her
brother. Teddy had drowned just over a year earlier.
His loss was devastating to the entire family, but more
so to Laura and her father, who had been with Teddy in the ocean
when he had slipped under the waves and been pulled away from
them in an undertow. Both blamed themselves for failing the timid
little boy who feared the water.
Laura tried in every possible way to distract
her father from his grief but he took no comfort in her companionship
or her accomplishments. John Holt had withdrawn into himself. Losing Teddy had been awful.
Sometimes it seemed to Laura as if her father had disappeared
as well.
The grinding sound of footsteps near the
mouth of the tunnel startled Laura; with an imperceptible movement
she drew farther back into the shadows. She quietly turned her
toes in and pressed back against the rough wall of the tunnel.
Dark eyes wide, she looked cautiously in the direction of the
noise.
A man clothed in black strode past her, clearly
believing himself to be alone in the tunnels. Switching on a flashlight
after moving beyond the streetlight-lit entrance, the shadowed
figure ducked into the first turn off. In just a few moments the
light was extinguished and the man swiftly exited the tunnels.
The sound of his soft steps receded, leaving Laura once more alone.
For long moments Laura held her breath, waiting
to be certain the man had truly left. Slowly uncurling herself,
Laura lowered her feet to the mud covered floor. With careful
steps she crept farther into the tunnels, into the turn off where
the man had stopped. Her eyes accustomed to the dark, Laura found
she could see surprisingly well even this far in.
The thirteen year old stood in the juncture
of two corridors of the tunnels turning slowly in search of anything
that might have drawn the interest of the tunnels other
evening visitor. About three fourths of the way up one wall Laura
spotted a dark opening a broken spot in the rough concrete.
Stretching her hand toward it, Laura suddenly jumped at the scuffling
of some small rodent as it ran past her in the tunnel.
Laura licked her lips nervously, but didnt
move from where she stood. Once more she reached toward the hole
in the wall. Running her hand over the
space Laura found a leather packet. She carefully pulled it past
the rough opening, and turned it over as she examined it.
Moving slightly to where a bit more light
illuminated the object she held, Laura unfolded the edges to reveal
a sparkling necklace, most likely made with diamonds. Under another
fold lay some unset gems, a pair of earrings and several gold
chains. Laura swallowed several times before cautiously refolding
the leather packet, and placing it back into the cubby in which
she had found it.
A chill ran down Lauras spine, and
shivering, she shoved her hands into her pockets and turned to
walk thoughtfully out of the tunnel. Once out under the starry
sky Laura scrambled up the slope toward the street. With a loose
limbed bravado she chose more than felt, she was soon loping home.
Laura could smell a spicy Mexican dish as
soon as she hoisted her small frame up into the open window of
her bedroom. Suddenly ravenous, she was also flooded with the
realization that leaving the house near dinner time might have
been a tactical error.
Her black dress was still puddled on her
floor, however, and the dresser drawers from which she had angrily
grabbed clothes were ajar. It appeared no one had come to check
on her, and that perhaps her departure had gone unnoticed. Laura
opened her bedroom door and cautiously peered around its edge.
Soft chords carried down the hallway from
the piano. Laura crept towards those sounds. Rarely did anyone
other than her touch the instrument. Turning the corner to enter
the family room where the battered console stood, Lauras
face lit softly to see her grandmother seated at the bench. Anna
was thoughtfully searching out a familiar hymn. There were several
keys on the piano that tended to stick, giving the music a disjointed
sound.
Laura crept up to sit next to Anna, leaning
in to rest her head on her grandmothers shoulder.
Humming the melody softly, the older woman
played a bit more resonantly. At the end of the verse Lauras
grandmother leaned in toward Laura and murmured gently I
loved listening to you play this afternoon, Little One. Your music
seems to come right out of your heart.
Laura smiled. You were my first teacher,
Grandma. YOU talked Mother into finding me a piano and a teacher
here in California.
Your mother hated practicing so much!
It was clear to me that what had been a burden for her as a child
was a joy for you. It just took a little convincing before she
saw that too. Anna stopped playing and turned to take Lauras
small hands in her own.
I told your mother you were asleep
earlier, Laura. She wasnt very happy about your missing
dinner. Anna searched Lauras face. I took a
bit of a risk, and assumed you would be back as soon as youd
had a little time to yourself.
Sheepishly Laura raised her brown eyes to
meet her grandmothers faded gray-blue.
Thank you. Laura lifted her hands,
helpless to explain. I just needed to run for awhile.
I find it relaxing to be outdoors and
moving too. Anna seemed to understand her granddaughter
without requiring a lot of words. It would be better in
the future, though, if you told someone you were going out
Frances or your father, if not your mother.
Was mother very angry?
With your father, not you, Anna
sighed softly. There was a brief silence before she continued.
Everyone deals with loss differently, Laura. Your mother
just wants everything to be as normal as possible, so that you
and Frances can go on with your lives. She cant quite convince
your father to play that game with her. His sadness over losing
Teddy is so big he cant seem to see anything else.
Laura rolled her eyes. Shes angry,
Daddys sad, and Frances is her usual perfectly well-behaved
self.
And where does that leave you, Little
One? Anna smiled and gently cradled Lauras pretty
freckled face between her hands.
By myself. Laura said matter-of-factly.
Trying to stay out of everyone elses way.
Anna laughed.
Shall we join the others in the kitchen?
I think your mother kept a plate for you.
At that moment a deep voice penetrated the
shadows. Laura, would you play your pieces for me now?
Laura and Anna looked up to see Lauras
father approaching from the kitchen. Im sorry I missed
hearing you perform earlier. Your mother and sister tell me you
were the star of the recital.
Laura glanced at her grandmother who nodded
encouragingly. Im just one of the oldest, Daddy. Besides,
youve heard everything I play already.
Perhaps. But not all together, and
not tonight. Id like to sit here in this chair, and close
my eyes, and imagine were in Carnegie Hall, and youre
up on stage with a spot light on you, playing your beautiful music
for people who really understand how talented you are. John
Holt spoke quietly, pleading for forgiveness with his words.
Ill go see about heating up your
dinner, Laura. Play. Lauras grandmother rose, and
placed her hands firmly on Lauras shoulders before leaving
father and daughter alone.
Once again the small musician squared her
shoulders, straightened her back, and lovingly touched the keys
of the piano without making a sound. Taking a deep breath, and
throwing her chest out, she began Fantasia.
Music filled the house as John Holt walked
slowly through the dark room to ease into a chair; he closed his
eyes and did not move, even when his daughter had finished playing
and turned to look expectantly at him.
Laura
walked around the white picket fence framing the house next door.
Roses twined over the fence, blooming prolifically in the California
sunshine. A golden retriever loped along the path its feet had
worn inside the fence, greeting Laura at the gate with a tail
wagging smile.
Abigail, Anna and Frances were shopping -
not an activity Laura ever willingly chose to participate in.
Her father was out on one of his undefined errands, though he
had actually offered that he would not be back until evening.
Laura wanted companionship, so the Johanssons were a likely source.
There were six Johansson children. Mary Beth
was the closest in age to Laura. She had been a ready friend and
a willing partner on bike rides and trips to the park in the year
since she had moved in next door to the Holts. The run off tunnels
were Lauras goal this day.
Mrs. Johansson opened the door to Lauras
knock. The dog waited expectantly next to Laura on the step.
Hello, Laura! How are you today?
Mrs. Johansson voice was kind, her eyes on Laura as she spoke.
Come in, were making cookies.
Laura was shepherded to the kitchen, Mrs.
Johanssons arm around her thin shoulders. Several of the
Johanssons were occupied with baking. The oldest boy pushed a
chair out for Laura with his foot and smiling around a mouthful
of warm chocolate chip cookie, motioned for her to be seated.
Eric! Mrs. Johansson remonstrated
gently, Is that how you welcome a young lady?!
Eric stood up and bowed slightly to Laura,
and with a slight flourish that managed to be sincere asked, Wont
you please have a seat, Miss Holt? Hows Frances?
Laura smiled at Eric as she slid into the
chair, and answered shyly, Shes fine.
The dog, Maggie, roamed hopefully from one
family member to another, finally settling on a rug under the
table.
Several
cookies soon lay in front of Laura on a napkin. As Mrs. Johansson
sent her youngest in search of Mary Beth, an animated conversation
about the likelihood of space travel ala Lost In Space
swirled around Laura. It was the kind of exchange of ideas never
heard at the Holt household, where most opinions were emphatically
declared by Lauras mother and where deviation from those
views resulted in disbelief and discord rather than discussion.
David, the Johansson brother a year older
than Laura and Mary Beth, wandered into the kitchen. He stopped
short at the sight of Laura, and assuming a look of studied indifference
jumped up to sit on the countertop. From his vantage point he
could watch everyone else unobserved. For a while after the Johanssons
move David had hung out with Mary Beth and Laura, but he had eventually
begun spending more time with his male peers.
Mary Beth finally arrived in the kitchen,
pulled by one arm by her little sister, who was anxious to return
to the activity there.
The curly haired little blond planted herself
in front of Laura. Did you taste the cookies yet? Arent
they GOOD?
No one could resist the childs winsome
question, certainly not Laura, and she pulled Michelle close and
hugged her. Looking at the little girl
speculatively, Laura said, Michelle, did you help make these
cookies?
I did theyre really good,
arent they? The little girl was delighted with her
contribution. I broked the eggs and measured the chocolate
chips!
Helped break, Mrs. Johansson
corrected, tapping Michelles nose with a flour-covered finger.
Michelle, how would you like to help
clean out the fish tank? Eric asked, making fish faces as
he snatched her up and positioned her over his shoulder. I
could use someone fast to scoop them all out!
Laura couldnt help but laugh as Eric
swung the squealing child around as they left the kitchen. The
Johanssons seemed to thoroughly enjoy one anothers
company. Scott and Diane, the children between Michelle and Mary
Beth in age, were busy removing cookies from the hot cookie sheets,
stacking and counting the cookies before putting them in a plastic
storage box. Mrs. Johansson guided while laughing at their antics.
Laura
watched a little wistfully and then, suddenly somehow anxious
to be outdoors, turned to Mary Beth and asked, Want to go
for a bike ride? Laura wanted to check on the packet shed
seen left in the runoff tunnel last night, but she chose to focus
on the means of movement rather than the destination. Going to
the tunnels fell into the same category for Laura as going out
after dark. A parent couldnt say no to what they knew nothing
about.
Sure! Ready to leave all the crazy
behind? Mary Beth winked at Laura.
Despite all the cacophony in the kitchen,
Mrs. Johansson listened with greater acuity than Laura was accustomed
to from her own mother. Glancing inquisitively at Laura and Mary
Beth she asked, Where do you think youll go, girls?
Well stay in the big circle,
Mom. Mary Beth assured her quickly. Never more than
half a mile from home!
Ill go, too, David added
casually.
Laura looked up in surprise. Mary Beth looked
annoyed. Dont you have a baseball game to go to or
something?
Nope. David slid down off the
counter to grab a handful of cookies.
Be careful and make sure youre
back in time for dinner! Mrs. Johansson called out cheerfully.
Laura, wed love to have you join us.
Thank you, Mrs. Johansson, but my Grandmother
is visiting from Connecticut. Shes shopping with my mother
and sister now, but theyll expect me home for dinner.
Laura answered politely.
The children were quickly out the door and
blinking in the bright California sunshine.
Since when do you hang out with us?
Mary Beth asked David. Thought youd rather be with
the guys.
Davids blushed slightly as he looked
first at Laura, and then down at this shoes. Comon;
we hang out together all the time, Mary Beth.
Mary Beth saw Davids blush as he glanced
at Laura, and suddenly grinned. Here was ammunition to save for
some appropriate moment! David liked Laura weird!
Laura looked thoughtfully at David, realizing
only that three might be safer than two. I saw someone in
the tunnels last night. I want to go back to see something he
left there. Will you both come with me?
Brother and sister looked at one another,
and then at Laura, and shrugged. Sure, O.K.
they answered at the same time.
Three bikes were soon spinning down the street
toward the runoff tunnels.
The cool dampness of the tunnels was a welcome
change from the press of an unusually hot fall afternoon. Laura,
Mary Beth and David tucked their bikes into a clump of bushes
and slid down the concrete spillway into the man-made wilderness
of the tunnels. The Johanssons had been here with Laura before;
she had led them on forays into this world below Los Angeles.
The two watched wide-eyed as Laura pulled
the leather packet from the dark hole in the wall.
All the times weve been in here,
I never noticed the hole there! David felt around the opening
to confirm that the packet Laura held was the only item secreted
there.
A man came in last night, just after
dark, tucked this in here and left. He knew this hole was
here. Laura spoke in hushed tones befitting a mystery.
What were you doing here after dark,
Laura? Mary Beth asked. It would never occur to her to be
out of her yard after dark, much less down here, alone at night.
Werent you scared?
I come here sometimes just to think
Ive never been scared. Laura glanced at the
Johanssons uncertainly. Last night was the first time Ive
seen anyone else in here.
Whats wrapped up the packet?
David asked, rescuing Laura from explaining her nighttime runs.
He had witnessed Lauras somewhat unorthodox departures from
her window on several occasions.
These excursions intrigued David enough that
he had considered following Laura, but he was sure someone would
notice if he went out after dark.
His mother, in particular, had a sixth sense about where
each of the Johansson children were and what they were doing.
Where Laura went by herself at night had
not as puzzling to David as the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Holt seemed
not to miss her.
Laura held the sparkling items out for her
friends to look at. Do you think theyre real?
David picked up one of the loose stones and
held it up to the light filtering in from the tunnels mouth.
He shrugged, I guess so. Why would anyone hide something
that wasnt? The real question is why.
And what should we do with them?
Lauras words fell heavily between the
three. They looked at one another. Laura licked her lips nervously.
The problem seemed agonizingly clear to each of the three. Anyone
they showed the items to was going to want to know where the jewelry
had been found. And just what the three had been doing in the
tunnels. And then make clear why they should never go back there
again.
The growl of engines buzzed gratingly outside
the tunnels. Laura, Mary Beth and David turned to see a number
of motocross bikes zooming up and down the steep sides of the
spillway. The roar of the bikes was punctuated by whoops and hollers
from their teenaged riders, who were moving closer to the mouth
of the tunnels as they raced. Wordlessly, the three younger children
moved farther back into the shadows.
Laura began to refold the jewelry into its
leather packet, taking the loose stone from David to add it to
the grouping.
The bikers skidded to a noisy stop. Pushing
and shoving one another roughly, loud voiced and laughing, they
entered the tunnels. Just as Laura stretched to put the packet
back, there was a flare of light and several of the young men
lit cigarettes just a few feet away from her.
David protectively pushed both girls ahead
of him, deeper into the dark. Mary Beth backed as flat against
the wall as possible, much as Laura had the night before. Placing
a steadying hand on her friend, Laura waited, listening. The raucous
group did not seem interested in moving past the shade of the
entrance.
Pointing at the leather packet, and then
back at the bikers, David looked a question at Laura. With a slight
shrug of her shoulders she shook her head no, and after waiting
an agonizing few minutes Laura gestured toward the dark corridor
beyond them.
Finding their path by way of the dim light
floating down from the occasional grate above them, the children began creeping as silently
as possible further into the tunnel. They might have successfully
escaped the notice of the bikers had the tunnels more native occupants
not chosen to traverse the same pathway they were on.
Suddenly half a dozen rats ran frenetically over their
feet. Mary Beth shrieked, and kicked aimlessly at the rapidly
departing rodents.
Whos in here? Called a
belligerent voice from the group they had behind them. There were
grunts and laughter as the older teens briefly argued over giving
chase.
Laura and her friends flew on into the dark
corridors, no longer worrying about the noise they made, racing
through a series of turns and rises that brought them to a dead
end and a series of damp metal handles set into the concrete wall.
Scaling these swiftly Laura began to push on the metal grate above
her, unable to budge it with her own strength.
David followed Laura up the ladder, his arms
on either side of her, not too frightened to enjoy both the opportunity
to provide Laura with help, as well the pleasant feeling of closeness
to Lauras thick, fragrant hair.
Mary Beth whimpered below them. Hurry!
Theyre coming!
With both David and Laura straining at the
grate they were able to push it up enough to slide it across the
surface into which it was set. Laura scrambled out, and reached
down to grasp Mary Beths arms as David quickly boosted his
sister from below. Both girls reached back to help pull David
out.
Turning and searching the area a bit frantically
Laura ran to grab an abandoned street sign which she wedged deftly
between the curb and the grate that Mary Beth and David had already
slid into place. All three backed away with relief, just as their
laughing pursuers reached the blocked grate.
Not stopping to decide if they were really
at any risk from their teenaged pursuers, Laura, Mary Beth and
David raced back to where they had left their bikes.
Jumping on, they pumped furiously around a corner and had
moved beyond sight of the tunnels before the bikers had returned
to the spillway. As the trio peddled home they began laughing,
relief fueling their exhilaration.
Laura and her friends reached the Holt front
yard, and throwing their bikes off to one side, collapsed on the
lawn. Breathing took priority for a time over talking. The Johanssons
dog Maggie barked companionably from the Johanssons side
of the fence, the children beyond her insistent attention.
David finally raised himself up on one elbow,
to look at Laura appraisingly.
What happened to the packet of stuff,
Laura?
Laura got up and walked to the fence, reaching
over to fondle Maggies ears.
Maggie quieted, satisfied that her presence had been acknowledged.
Laura turned to slide down the fence slats and sit where Maggie
could reach through with her tongue to lick Lauras face.
With a grin, she reached beneath her shirt to pull the folded
leather from the waistband of her shorts.
I brought it with me.
The quiet of the afternoon was shattered
as a group of motocross bikes sped noisily down the street at
the end of the block where the Holts and the Johanssons
lived.
Leaning over the edge of her bed to pull
the leather packet from between the mattress and box spring, Lauras
hair brushed the floor as she hung upside down. She sat up, but
didnt unfold the packet. She didnt really
need to look at the items again. She had looked at them a hundred
times in the three days since she and the Johanssons had raced
out of the tunnels.
Laura had seen her friends only briefly at
school. After school she had been busy with piano, Mary Beth a
school project, and David baseball. Mary Beth had shrugged once
from across the lunch room, and then shaken her head no. David
had waved at her in the hall as he laughed with a group of his
buddies.
It seemed none of them had come up with any
ideas on what to do with the packet of jewelry.
Bending to once more tuck the folder back
into its hiding place, Laura rolled off her bed and stepped to
the window. As Laura stood musing absently Maggie raced to the
far corner of the Johanssons yard, where the dog remained
statue still, whining pitifully.
Lauras focus sharpened suddenly as
she saw David approaching the house with dragging steps. Davids
clothes were torn and muddy. When he opened the gate Maggie met
him and without a sound pushed her head under his hand, pressing
close against his side. David turned and looked up at Lauras
window for a moment. Laura gasped. Davids nose and lip were
bloody and he was clearly developing a heck of a shiner.
The evening dragged on interminably.
Laura paced and for a short while watched
television with her father. She sat at the piano forming endless
minor chords, muttering when the high C and E
flat stuck and lingered on when the other notes ended.
Laura, what is the matter with
you!? Abigails concentration on the jigsaw puzzle
she and her mother were working on was broken by Lauras
fretfulness. Cant you settle on some quiet activity?
Look at your sister. Shes been sitting in the kitchen doing
homework all evening, not making a sound.
Sorry, Mother, Laura mumbled,
glancing into the kitchen to see that her sister was standing
and talking on the phone, curling the cord around one finger.
As she hung up, Frances motioned urgently
for Laura to join her in the kitchen.
I just called Eric to ask him a question
about our trig homework, and he said some boys beat David up at
the ball fields today. David asked Eric to tell you that hes
O.K. hell talk to you at school tomorrow. Frances
pulled Laura to the table to sit across from her. Laura,
what do you know about this?
Nothing really, Laura said miserably.
I was looking out my window and saw David come home.
And thats all? Frances
looked dubious. Why did David think you might be worried
about him?
Laura shrugged. I dont know,
Frances. Im going to bed. I think Im coming down with
something. Before Laura could escape Frances questions
Anna had joined them in the kitchen.
Laura, would come out for a walk with
me? I could use some fresh air before going to sleep. Anna
firmly took Lauras arm under hers, and began moving toward
the door before Frances, John or Abigail could suggest a reason
why the oldest and youngest members of the family shouldnt
be out walking at nine oclock at night.
As her grandmother guided her out the front
door, there was a soft woof and Maggie bounded across the Johanssons
yard to greet them. Laura was startled to see a police officer
standing at their neighbors front door, shaking Mr. Johanssons
hand. The men looked over at Laura and her grandmother, Mr. Johansson
waved slightly. The officer walked down the walk as Maggie bounded
cheerfully around him. After carefully closing the Johanssons
gate the man walked toward the Holt house.
Maam, he offered, touching
the bill of his cap to Anna before asking, Are you Mrs.
Holt and Laura?
Anna
answered for them, This is Laura. Im her grandmother.
Her mother is inside if you want to speak to her.
If its alright with you, you
can relay a message. Turning to Laura the officer asked,
Have you heard that some boys gave your friend David a pretty
rough time today?
Lauras reply was only a nod of her
head.
David didnt know the boys who
hurt him, or seem to have any idea why anyone would bother him.
The officer looked hard at Laura. The Johanssons
are going to be keeping David and his sister Mary Beth a little
closer to home for awhile. David wanted me to be sure your
parents did the same thing. I was on my way to talk to them when
I saw you coming out. Now maybe you have a really good friend
who is worried about you, and maybe theres a good reason
he should be worried. I hear your family has already had more
than its share of sadness.
I would really hate for your parents to go through any
more difficulties, wouldnt you?
Lauras eyes began to burn at the officers
words. Anna pulled the child close to her.
Thank you, Officer
Barker?
Anna read his name off his badge. Ill be sure to tell
my daughter to keep a close watch on Laura.
The man turned and would have walked back
to his car, but Laura abruptly stepped forward and grabbed his
arm.
Wait. Laura swallowed repeatedly
and licked her lips. A traitorous tear trickled down her cheeks,
though her voice remained calm. I might know why David got
hurt. It might be my fault.
The officer raised an eyebrow as he stood
contemplating the girl, Well. Would you care to explain?
Could
you wait here? I want to give you something. Laura darted
into her house, and was back in seconds with the leather packet.
Take it please!
Carefully unfolding the leather, the officer
whistled as the gold and diamond necklace sparkled under the street
light.
Abigail Holt came bursting out of the house
at that moment, singing out, Laura Holt, I do not want you
She stopped short at the sight of the officer,
and began again, a bit more intensely, Laura, what have
you gotten into?
Mrs. Holt? Im Officer Barker.
Your daughter was just about to tell me how she came to posses
what appears to be some very valuable jewelry.
JOHN! Abigail shrieked loud enough
for her husband to hear from inside the house. I need you
out here RIGHT NOW!
Maggie, apparently responding to Abigails
anxiety, raised her muzzle to the sky in a mournful howl that
spiraled up repeatedly into the silence of the night.
Stricken, Laura turned to see several of
the Johanssons pull back their curtains to peer out. The Johanssons
front door opened and Mrs. Johanssons soft voice called
Maggie! and the dog ambled cooperatively up the walk.
Maggies wagging tail disappeared behind the gently closed
door.
Laura dropped her head as her tears rolled
freely down her cheeks.
Walking in to the family room Laura sat at
her beloved worn piano, and after warming up with some finger
exercises, moved on to some familiar pieces. Eventually she lost
herself in the pursuit of a new Chopin. Laura pulled the sticky
keys up with the side of her finger as she played, so quickly
only someone really observant would see what she was doing.
Anna watched the child for some time, before
walking into the room and sitting near her. She didnt speak
until Laura finally stopped playing.
Youre making fine progress, Laura,
especially managing with the difficulties that piano presents.
Shall I ask your mother about having a tuner come look at those
keys?
Laura turned, not realizing as she focused
on her music that her grandmother was in the room. She sighed
and contemplated the yellowed ivory keys.
Theyre not a problem, Grandmother.
Im used to them.
Anna
smiled and reached out to Laura.
Her brows drawn together in a frown, Laura
dropped to the floor near her grandmother, and leaned her chin
against Annas knee. Anna stroked Lauras hair, gently
smoothing it back from her face.
Laura, I know it seems unfair that
youre not allowed outside for awhile, but your mother is
really just looking out for you. The police are still hoping to
find the man who left the jewelry in the runoff tunnels, but until
they do, we dont want you taking any chances by hanging
out there.
I know. I just miss being
free.
Laura smiled briefly. Maybe I wouldnt have ever gone
back there anyway. Im sorry I dragged David and Mary Beth
into the whole thing, and really sorry that David got hurt.
I know you are. No one ever wants the
people they care about to be hurt. It just happens sometimes.
Anna put her finger under Lauras chin and smiled at her.
Im going to miss you when I go home. You make life
so much more interesting, Little One.
Im going to miss you more, Grandma.
Its going to be really hard to be stuck here at home with
just Frances and mother and father. Laura looked wistful.
I miss Teddy more than I would have ever imagined. Things
are never going to feel normal for us ever again.
No, things will never be the same,
but youll find a new kind of normal. Youll see.
Anna reached for Lauras hand. Come on. Lets
play something together on that old piano of yours. Really shake
things up around here.
As they began to play, Laura pulled at the
sticking keys, laughing at the odd sounds the music made when
notes lingered on into a new chord. Annas eyes narrowed
momentarily before a beaming smile lit her face. She looked at
the space the battered old console piano filled in the Holt family
room and then appraisingly at the rest of the furniture in the
room.
Laura, I have just had the most wonderful
idea. When I get home Im
going to send you a friend to keep you company in captivity.
Maggie barked and ran back and forth in
excitement as a large truck bearing the slogan Piano Movers
Extraordinaire pulled up in front of the Holt home. Three
husky men began unloading a beautiful, ebony baby grand piano.