woke up to the heater whirring into bright orange again, it was nearly five. Wasnât her father supposed to be home by now? She went to the window and saw no car in the driveway, just wet pines and snow.
The phone rang repeatedly after that, and later, when she thought of that day, she remembered the empty china plates and the sound of the phone, the extended, ominous ring that it had when the house was closed up against darkness and cold. The first call was from her father at the airport, very cheerful, saying heâd be home within the hour. âJust called to see if I should bring anything from the store,â he said. âIs your mother home yet?â
âNot yet,â Clara said. âI bought everything for dinner, though. And the tableâs all set.â
âGood girl! Weâll have a great time. Have you got your homework finished so we can go out for an ice cream afterward?â
âI was just about to start,â Clara said.
âWell, see how much you can do and Iâll help you while I cook. Howâs that?â
Clara had done six algebra problems when the phone rang again.
âClara?â a voice said. It was a boy, but Clara could tell, with a rise and then a plummet of hope, that it wasnât Amos calling to apologize.
âThis is Bruce Crookshank,â he said. âRemember me?â
âSure do,â Clara said. Then there was a silence.
âIâm calling on behalf of Amos MacKenzie,â Bruce said.
âThen forget it,â Clara said. âIâm busy.â
âWell, Iâve got to tell you something.â
âDoes it involve nudity?â
âNudity is something Iââ
Clara cut him off by hanging up and was surprised at how pleased it made her feel. It was like getting the last word, only better. She got some Oreos out of the pantry and sat back down to her algebra. She was drawing lines and exponents,
x
âs and division brackets when the telephone rang again.
âMay I speak to Clara Wilson?â an adult voice asked.
âSpeaking,â Clara said. Suddenly she was afraid that her fatherâs cab had spun off the road, or that her mother had been in an accident.
âThis is Butch MacKenzie, Amosâs father,â the voice said, and when Clara, a little uncertain of the voice she was hearing, said nothing, he continued: âI wouldnât be calling except that thereâs been an accident and I believe you could be of help.â
âAccident?â Clara asked. She began to cough from swallowing an Oreo almost whole. âWhat kind of accident?â
âA quite serious accident,â the voice said so gravely that Clara pictured Mr. MacKenzie with a pipe in his hand.
âWas somebody hurt?â Clara asked. She had begun to feel like a movie character, and the question sounded false, almost eager, when in fact she felt a measure of panic, like she did whenever she heard an ambulance on the road.
âIâm afraid itâs our boy, Amos,â the voice said.
âAmos?â
âHe has been struck by a baseball bat.â
For some reason, this statement had a ring of truth that the voice didnât have. For all its drama and strangeness (Mr. MacKenzie wouldnât say âour boy,â would he?), the conversation began to seem urgent in some way.
âWho would do that?â
âWe donât know yet. A vandal of some sort. The main thing is that weâd like you to visit him tomorrow if you can.â
âMe?â
âHe
asked
for you, actually. He said your name and mumbled something.â
âWell,â Clara said, âI could come after school. Where is he?â
âSt. Stephenâs Hospital. Room 623. Letâs say three-thirty sharp.â
Claraâs father came home shortly thereafter, complaining about the roads, wondering about Claraâs motherâs whereabouts, and acting generally distracted. Clara usually felt
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