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asked.
Victor lifted his head once again and looked at
me. "A bowtie. Look out for the bowtie," he said.
"Bowtie, okay."
Victor took one last look at me then walked fast
with his head bowed through the living room and out into the yard. I sighed and
followed him with my eyes. If only I knew what went on inside of that boy's
head. Sometimes it seemed like he was carrying the entire world on his
shoulders. It scared me a little, to be honest. It was too much for such a
young boy to deal with. At that age, he was supposed to have fun and play
around. The rest of his life was going to contain plenty of serious stuff,
especially with his condition. There weren't many workplaces around where there
was room for someone like Victor.
Seeing him smile and run around in the yard like
a normal boy again made my unease settle for a little while and I went back
into the kitchen to get ready for Maya's return from school. I couldn't help
but think about the bowtie and wonder what that meant. Did the girl who'd
disappeared wear a bowtie? I knew Victor had these senses that no one else had,
he had proven that to me more than once. It was like he sometimes knew more
than the rest of the world. And from experience I also knew how important it
was to take things he said very seriously. It wasn't just coincidental
rambling. If he saw something or said something like this, it meant I had to
remember it. It meant it was important.
"Hi, Mom."
I turned and saw Maya entering the kitchen.
She'd just turned fourteen and grew more beautiful with every day that passed.
"I baked," I said.
"Yum," she said and sat down. I joined
her at the table and had a buttered bun myself.
"So, how was school? You're home a little
later than usual."
"Well a bunch of us went down to the port
and saw Patrick arrive on the ferry. It took a while to get back because of all
the people."
"You were down there?" I asked and
considered getting angry because she hadn't asked me if it was okay, but then I
thought it was alright, she'd been with friends and a whole crowd of people. I
had taught myself to pick my battles carefully lately to avoid being the kind
of mother who was angry constantly no matter what you told her.
"Yes. I hope it was okay that I went. It
was kind of spontaneous. We were actually on our way home on our bikes, when
someone told us that Patrick was about to get off the ferry. I couldn't resist
seeing it."
"I understand. I guess I would have done
the same. Was he as spectacular as they say?" I asked and took another
bite. I had put extra sugar on top of the buns to make them sweeter. With great
success. It was like eating cake.
"Oh yes. He is so handsome, Mom, you won't
believe it. I think he was even better looking in real life than on TV."
I chuckled when I noticed the glow in my
daughter's eyes. "Well I'm glad you had fun this afternoon."
"Me, too." Maya paused, then looked
down at her plate and ate. I sensed she wanted to say something more but didn't
dare. Then she did it anyway. "Could I go down to his hotel tonight after
dinner, just for an hour or so. Everybody is hanging out at the front entrance
in case he goes out."
I sighed with a smile. I wasn't fond of the idea
of my daughter hanging out like a groupie, screaming at him if he showed his
face, but it was the kind of thing my own mother never let me do, so a small
voice inside of me said to let her do it.
I decided to follow that voice.
"Okay—"
My daughter screamed. "Thanks, Mom. You're
the best!"
"—on one condition."
My daughter sat still but was smiling.
"Okay? What condition?"
"That you take care of the Sophia's younger
kids on Saturday when Christopher and Ida are auditioning."
"But I was planning on going down there
too—" she said.
"You can go later, when we're back. It's
gonna last all weekend, so you'll also have Sunday. And then there is the sing
off on Monday night where all the contestants perform live at the port. I'll
let you go to that as well, if you do
Victor lifted his head once again and looked at
me. "A bowtie. Look out for the bowtie," he said.
"Bowtie, okay."
Victor took one last look at me then walked fast
with his head bowed through the living room and out into the yard. I sighed and
followed him with my eyes. If only I knew what went on inside of that boy's
head. Sometimes it seemed like he was carrying the entire world on his
shoulders. It scared me a little, to be honest. It was too much for such a
young boy to deal with. At that age, he was supposed to have fun and play
around. The rest of his life was going to contain plenty of serious stuff,
especially with his condition. There weren't many workplaces around where there
was room for someone like Victor.
Seeing him smile and run around in the yard like
a normal boy again made my unease settle for a little while and I went back
into the kitchen to get ready for Maya's return from school. I couldn't help
but think about the bowtie and wonder what that meant. Did the girl who'd
disappeared wear a bowtie? I knew Victor had these senses that no one else had,
he had proven that to me more than once. It was like he sometimes knew more
than the rest of the world. And from experience I also knew how important it
was to take things he said very seriously. It wasn't just coincidental
rambling. If he saw something or said something like this, it meant I had to
remember it. It meant it was important.
"Hi, Mom."
I turned and saw Maya entering the kitchen.
She'd just turned fourteen and grew more beautiful with every day that passed.
"I baked," I said.
"Yum," she said and sat down. I joined
her at the table and had a buttered bun myself.
"So, how was school? You're home a little
later than usual."
"Well a bunch of us went down to the port
and saw Patrick arrive on the ferry. It took a while to get back because of all
the people."
"You were down there?" I asked and
considered getting angry because she hadn't asked me if it was okay, but then I
thought it was alright, she'd been with friends and a whole crowd of people. I
had taught myself to pick my battles carefully lately to avoid being the kind
of mother who was angry constantly no matter what you told her.
"Yes. I hope it was okay that I went. It
was kind of spontaneous. We were actually on our way home on our bikes, when
someone told us that Patrick was about to get off the ferry. I couldn't resist
seeing it."
"I understand. I guess I would have done
the same. Was he as spectacular as they say?" I asked and took another
bite. I had put extra sugar on top of the buns to make them sweeter. With great
success. It was like eating cake.
"Oh yes. He is so handsome, Mom, you won't
believe it. I think he was even better looking in real life than on TV."
I chuckled when I noticed the glow in my
daughter's eyes. "Well I'm glad you had fun this afternoon."
"Me, too." Maya paused, then looked
down at her plate and ate. I sensed she wanted to say something more but didn't
dare. Then she did it anyway. "Could I go down to his hotel tonight after
dinner, just for an hour or so. Everybody is hanging out at the front entrance
in case he goes out."
I sighed with a smile. I wasn't fond of the idea
of my daughter hanging out like a groupie, screaming at him if he showed his
face, but it was the kind of thing my own mother never let me do, so a small
voice inside of me said to let her do it.
I decided to follow that voice.
"Okay—"
My daughter screamed. "Thanks, Mom. You're
the best!"
"—on one condition."
My daughter sat still but was smiling.
"Okay? What condition?"
"That you take care of the Sophia's younger
kids on Saturday when Christopher and Ida are auditioning."
"But I was planning on going down there
too—" she said.
"You can go later, when we're back. It's
gonna last all weekend, so you'll also have Sunday. And then there is the sing
off on Monday night where all the contestants perform live at the port. I'll
let you go to that as well, if you do
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