dearânot serious.
EMILY: Seriously,âwill you?
MRS. WEBB: Of course, I will.
EMILY: Mama, am I good looking?
MRS. WEBB: Yes, of course you are. All my children have got good features; Iâd be ashamed if they hadnât.
EMILY: Oh, Mama, thatâs not what I mean. What I mean is: am I
pretty?
MRS. WEBB: Iâve already told you, yesâ¦. I never heard of such foolishness.
EMILY: Oh, Mama, you never tell us the truth about anything.
I finish all the lines from act 1, then move on to act 2. Auditions are a week from Friday. I just have to get this part. I just have to be Emily.
I pull out the bag of taffy from my nightstand, open up a peppermint one, and pop it in. Mmmm, good. Which book tonight?
Wuthering Heights or Wizard of Oz?
I pick the yellow brick road.
CHAPTER 9
Come Home Cape Cod
Iâm going to make speeches all my life.
âEmily,
Our Town
By Thursday afternoon I still havenât come up with a good idea for our next Community Service project, and Freshman Class Meeting is tomorrow.
âHow about a race for the heart association?â Mom suggests. âMaybe in Grampâs memory.â My mother runs 5K and 10K road races to raise money for various charities.
Mrs. Saperstone has another thought. âMaybe your class could become literacy volunteers,â she says. âIt only takes a few weeks to learn how to teach someone to read. It would be a perfect follow-up to your campaign to save the library. We do the training right here, and a new session is starting soon.â
âHow about a book drive?â Sam suggests. âA lot of schools lost everything in that hurricane down South last month,â Sam says. âMaybe you could collect books to restock a school library. That would be a fine contribution.â
On Friday morning Iâm in the kitchen making tea when I see Rosieâs paycheck on the counter next to her purse. I shouldnât look. Itâs none of my business, but I do.
What? Thatâs all Rosie makes for a whole week working here? Thatâs less than Tina spends on clothes in a week.
I go and find my mother. âWhy donât we pay Rosie more?â
Mom raises her eyebrows. âHow do you know what we pay Rosie?â
I tell her how I snooped, but that isnât the point.
âItâs none of your business, Willa,â Mom says, âbut thatâs actually several dollars above minimum wage. Rosie doesnât have a college degree andââ
âWhy does that matter? Sheâs an awesome cook, especially desserts. She should have her own bakery or something. So what if she doesnât have a degree? How is she supposed to take careof Liliana and buy a house for them and put her through college somedayââ
âWhoa, Willa. A house?â My mother lowers her voice, looks around to make sure no guests are nearby. âRosieâs lucky she can afford an apartment. Sheâs lucky she has this job.â
âYou mean Liliana is never going to have her own house? A yard with a swing set and a slidingââ
âWilla.â Mom smiles. âYou have such a good heart. Itâs wonderful you care so much, but ⦠hmmm, wait, you made me think of something. I was just reading in the paper about a new organization called Come Home Cape Cod. Yesterdayâs paper, I think. They are raising money to build houses for low-income Cape Cod families.â
Thatâs it.
âThatâs great, Mom, thanks!â
I go up to my room to do some research. I find the article about Come Home Cape Cod in the
Cape Cod Times.
JFKâs father is the publisher. Maybe he knows more about it. The story talks about how finding affordable housing has become a serious problem on Cape Cod. Developers are swallowing up land and building expensive vacation homes, while many people who grew up hereare being forced to move off Cape because they canât afford to live here anymore.
Come Home
Dawn Robertson, Jo-Anna Walker
Michael Kurland, Randall Garrett