The Guilty One by Lisa Ballantyne Read Free Book Online Page B

that—pickpocket—comes to a bad end.”
    Daniel kicked at some stones. A cow turned in her path and moved toward him. Daniel jumped a little and skipped behind Minnie.
    She laughed. “Och, lad, cows’ll not ’arm you. It’s the bulls you got to watch for. You’ll learn.”
    “How can you tell if it’s a cow or a bull?”
    “Well, lucky you. You’re here in Brampton. A town full of farmers—you can find out the answer.”
    “But that’s a cow, is it?”
    “It is.”
    “An old cow like you.”
    She turned to him on the path, stopped walking and looked at him. She was out of breath a little and her cheeks were red. The light in her eyes had gone again. Daniel’s heart began to beat very fast, the way it did when he used to come home to his mam’s after being away. His heart would thump as he touched the door handle, not knowing what he would find behind the door.
    “Have I insulted you since you’ve been here?”
    He looked at her, with his lips just parted.
    “Have I?”
    He shook his head.
    “Speak up.”
    “You haven’t.”
    “All I ask is a similar courtesy. Do you understand?”
    He nodded.
    “And while we’re at it, you know your time is soon up with that butterfly.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I said you could have it for a few days, but now I need it back. This evening, when you wash your face and brush your teeth, I want you to return it, do you understand?”
    He nodded again, but her back was turned.
    “I said, do you understand?”
    “Yes,” he said, louder than he had meant.
    “Good,” she said. “I’m glad we understand each other. Now let’s forget it.”
    He followed her along the path, watching her boots in the grass and noticing that the back of her skirt was splashed with mud. His arms felt funny and he shook them to get the bad feeling out of them.
    “Look!” she said to him, stopping and pointing at the sky. “Do you see it?”
    “What?”
    “A kestrel! See it, with the pointed wings and long tail?”
    The bird sculpted a wide arc in the sky and then perched on a high treetop. Daniel saw it, and raised his hand to see more clearly.
    “They’re beauties. We have to watch them from getting the chickens when they’re small, but I think they’re elegant, don’t you?”
    Daniel shrugged.
    When they got there, the school was an old building surrounded by run-down huts. He didn’t like the look of it, but followed Minnie up the steps. She hadn’t made an appointment and so they had to sit and wait. He didn’t like schools and he felt the ceiling of the place pressing down on him. Again, she seemed aware of how he felt.
    “It’s all right, pet,” she said. “You don’t have to start here today. We just need to get you enrolled. After you’re all booked in, we’ll get you some new togs. You can choose them yourself. Within reason, mind you, I’m not made of money, like,” she said, leaning into him.
    She smelled almost floral. The definite smell of last night’s gin, but then the lemon and the damp smell of her wool, the chickens, and somehow the whiff of the summer grass they had brushed through as they walked to the school. For a moment, smelling her, he felt close to her.
    The principal was ready to see them. Daniel expected Minnie to ask him to sit outside, but she pulled him up by the elbow and together they stepped inside the principal’s office. He was a middle-aged man, with thick glasses. Daniel hated him before he had even sat down.
    Minnie took ages to get into the chair beside Daniel, in front of the principal’s desk. She wound off her scarf and took off her coat and then spent time rearranging her cardigan and skirt. Daniel noticed that she had left muddy footprints that trailed from the waiting room into the office.
    “ Minnie,” said the principal. “Always a pleasure.”
    Daniel could see from a triangular nameplate on his desk that his name was MR. F. V. HART .
    Minnie coughed and turned toward Daniel.
    “Yes,” said Hart. “And