to his collection.
Maggie was just getting off work by the time we made it to Bird Manâs. Jamie and I made a quick loop around the coffeehouse to check out her new collection. Her paintings were angry this time. No one knew for sure what had inspired that emotion, but I had a pretty good idea.
âWhatâs wrong?â Maggie asked Jamie as soon as they made eye contact.
âSame olâ same olâ,â he said. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âWhatâs going on with you?â He motioned at the paintings behind us.
âI donât want to talk about it.â
âSince weâre not talking, letâs go see a movie,â I said.
We were quiet while we waited in line. But I had to ask, âAre you going to see your mom before you leave?â
She looked up and answered me with a shrug. âIâve been thinking about it, but Iâm not sure. I donât even know how to get ahold of her. Her cell was disconnected the last time I tried calling. But that was forever ago.â
âYour dad hasnât heard from her?â
âShe checks in every so often. He fills her in on whatâs going on in my life. But she never asks to talk to me. She probably doesnât want to see me.â
âI bet she would. We should go down together. A road trip could be fun.â
She looked at me hard. âAnd play Whereâs Waldo with my mom in New Orleans? Believe me, anywhere sheâs staying is nowhere we want to be.â She flicked her cigarette to the ground. Maggie didnât smoke, not really, but she tried every now and then. I didnât mention her mom again.
After the movie we rode around town before dropping Maggie at home and then headed back to Fidelity Street. Jamie sat quietly beside me. The sun was setting. Iâd be back in plenty of time before lockdown.
âDo you want to come home with me?â I asked.
His look said yes. I smelled supper while were still in the carport. My grandmother might be short on sanity, but she made up for it with her cooking.
Sitting around my grandmotherâs kitchen table that night, watching her dote on âthat boy,â my life seemed almost perfect.
âMore peas, baby?â she asked him.
âYes, please, Ms. Josephine,â he answered.
It was perfect as long as I ignored a few blaring untruths. Like the fact that in my grandmotherâs house, I pretended to be my mother, and my grandmother pretended she wasnât crazy, and Jamie, sitting across the table from us, pretended everything in his life was normal.
Later that night, after my grandmother had locked me in, I went to the window and saw Jamie sitting in the seat of my tree. He was looking in my direction, but he didnât see me. I climbed out the window and walked over to the tree. Jamie stared straight ahead, giving no sign he was aware of my presence.
âJamie,â I said.
No response. Sounds of breaking glass and his dadâs yelling came flying out of his house. I turned to look at it and saw that the back door was open, like Jamie had walked out and not bothered to shut the door.
âAre you okay?â I asked. âWhat are you doing? Come down and talk to me.â
Nothing. I turned to look at his house again and saw his dad standing in the door.
Jamie didnât see him, because he was still staring straight ahead. Mr. Benton leveled his gaze at me. Then he stepped back inside the house and slammed the door.
His look was a promise of something terrible, but instead of scared, it made me feel brave.
âDonât worry about him,â I said. âEverythingâs okay. You can come down now.â
Still no response.
âIf you come down, I wonât let anything bad happen to you. I promise.â
A promise made on Fidelity Street.
âIâll take care of you.â
Jamie tilted his head down and looked at me, then slowly climbed out of the tree. I took his hand and
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