not a problem anymore, but a thing of beauty.â
She turned her mouth into a voluptuous smirk. âWhat about the tears of angels?â
âThere may be some truth to that, too. Donât you believe in angels?â
âYes.â
âDonât you believe they cry?â
She paused, thinking. âYes.â She spoke now with less bitterness. âI even know why.â
Billy nodded. âSell the pearls and use the money to your advantage. Thatâs my advice.â
She folded her arms in front of her. âI donât need your advice. Theyâre my pearls. I wonât agree to sell them just because you come in here with a bunch of stories and put a high price on them.â She scoffed. âWhat makes you think I believe you? What do you care about me?â
He shrugged. âWell, if you change your mind, Iâll contact the pearl-buyer.â He stood, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. âI found something today. I want you to have it.â He came around the table as he untied a knot in the handkerchief. He turned the corners back and revealed the white pearl from Goose Prairie Cove. He picked it up and placed it in her hand. âThis oneâs worth another hundred and fifty or so.â
Carol Anne was seething. Now she had him figured out. He knew
what she was, and she knew what he wanted. In spite of his fancy talk and his good looks and his heroism, he was just another riverboat man. She suddenly doubted that he had ever read about pearls at all, or had ever been to the South Sea. He was just making it all up to exaggerate the value of the gift, hoping she would respond in kind.
Still, she was ready to earn that pearl. He didnât know about her power. She could snuff the lantern and turn him into someone else. He would never even realize it. She would keep the pearl, and under its rainbow luster, imprison a million visions of bliss. She didnât need him. She only needed his pearl. She closed her palm around it and began deciding who he would be when he crawled into her bed.
âLike I said, Iâve had some bad luck with pearls. Iâd just as soon somebody else had it who appreciates it.â He went to the door and put on his hat. âLike the moon through a rainbow.â He smiled. âIâll remember that.â Then he was gone.
Carol Anne opened her hand and looked at Billyâs gift. She angled her palm and let the perfect sphere roll down her fingertips, onto the velvet. It bumped against another pearl and quenched, in an instant, all the silly images associated with it. Like a ripple from a stone thrown in the water, the power of the new white pearl spread outward and rinsed the fragile fantasies from each of the others, leaving them quiet and dead. Now only Billyâs pearl remained animated with hopes and desires.
She burst through the door and ran down the steps. She sprinted around the corner of the store and saw him crossing the street toward Widow Humphryâs inn.
âMr. Treat!â she cried.
He turned.
âContact the pearl-buyer.â
He nodded and waved. âCall me Billy.â
6
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD GENTLEMAN. IF YOU think youâve found one, heâs got you fooled. I donât care how often he says please, thank you, and yes maâamâin his private mind, heâs another person.
Take me, for example. I was well-liked by adults in Port Caddo. They thought of me as a fine boy. Of course, a few of the men who could remember being fourteen were on to me, but the ladies had no clue. My mother, I am sure, thought never a lecherous idea crossed my mind. She would have been horrified had she known the truth.
Cecil Peavyâs old man, Joe Peavy, was a horse trader in Port Caddo. He was an expert judge of horseflesh. He could look at horsesâ legs and tell you how it would feel to ride them. He would comment on the muscling of the thighs, the curvature of
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