Don't Let Me Go (13 page)

“No. What does it mean?”

“It means he did something nice for us. And so now we have to go tell him we appreciate it.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Sounds bad enough to me.”

“Want me to go alone?”

“No. I’ll come. It won’t kill me to thank him, too. Besides, I probably need to pay him back for it.”

“What if it’s more than you have?”

“Cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Right,” Grace said. “I still don’t know what that means.”

But Rayleen just locked the door behind them, and then took Grace by the hand, and they walked upstairs together.

Rayleen knocked on Mr. Lafferty’s door.

He answered with that same frown on his face. Only this time he saw Rayleen, and he kept the frown. He leaned on his door frame and just looked at her, and not in a very happy way at all.

“We came to say thank you,” Rayleen said.

“I liked the idea of her learning tap,” Mr. Lafferty said. “She needs the exercise. That’s a good hobby, too. Wholesome, you know? Not like the crap kids are into these days. It sounded like a step in the right direction for her.”

“It was a very nice thing to do,” Rayleen said. “Especially so fast.”

“Yeah, it was really fast!” Grace said.

Mr. Lafferty just stared at Rayleen a moment, still not looking very happy.

Then he said, “I can be a nice guy.”

Rayleen took a big deep breath before she answered, like she needed to count to ten first. Then she said, “Obviously so. Obviously you can. So, what do I owe you for that?”

“If I’d wanted my money back for it, I’d have taped the receipt to it. And I wouldn’t have just left it down there and come back up here. I would have come to your door and told you what you owed me.”

He sounded a little bit unhappy, like there was some kind of problem, but Grace couldn’t see why, because everything seemed to be working out really well.

“Thank you very much,” Rayleen said, like she was all done talking.

And Grace said, “Yeah, thank you very much.”

Then Rayleen took hold of her hand and walked her down the hall. But before they could get to the stairs, Mr. Lafferty called after them.

He said, “Did Grace tell you what I said about what you guys are doing? Did she tell you I said you’re only enabling her mom to stay addicted?”

Rayleen stopped dead, and Grace kept walking until she hit the end of the reach of Rayleen’s arm, and then she bounced back again. Rayleen was looking back at Mr. Lafferty, but not saying anything.

Then after a second, Rayleen said, “I heard about it, yes.”

“Did you lie to her and tell her I was wrong?”

Another long pause. It made Grace nervous. She kept wondering why Rayleen didn’t talk faster. The way she usually did.

After much too long a time, Rayleen said, “No.”

Then she took Grace by the hand and they went back downstairs.

• • •

Grace knocked on Billy’s door and said, “It’s me, Grace,” all at the same time, so he wouldn’t get nervous.

He opened the door. Really opened it. No chain or anything, because it was only Grace. Well, Grace with Rayleen standing right behind her, but that was still OK by Billy standards. At least, these days it was.

His eyes went wide when he saw the wood.

“So that’s what you guys were chattering about out there.”

“Help us bring it in, OK?”

Billy’s eyes changed. They got darker, and more closed off.

“I know, I know,” Grace said. “It’s the hall. But it’s just for a minute. It’ll only take a minute.”

Billy looked up at Rayleen.

“I’ll grab this side,” Rayleen said. “If you’ll just come out real quick and get the other side, we’ll have it inside in just a couple of seconds.”

Billy stood. He breathed. A lot. Like he was under a blanket and couldn’t get enough air. He counted to three. Out loud.

“OK,” he said. “One. Two. Three!”

At the same time as he said three, he leaped out into the hall and grabbed the other side of the wood. Then he ran back inside with it so fast that Rayleen almost couldn’t keep up with him. She nearly fell down trying.

“Close the door! Grace! Close the door!” he said, when they were all inside.

So she did.

“Now I can still dance today!” she said. Shrieked, actually.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby girl. It’s awfully late.”

“It’s not late! It’s only about six thirty.”

“But I only have you from three thirty to five thirty.”

“So? Today you have me a little later.”

“But I’m used to three thirty to five thirty.”

They stood looking at each other for a moment. Grace knew what Billy meant. She was asking him to do something different, new, and he wasn’t good at that, and when you ran into something Billy wasn’t good at, it didn’t seem to help to argue.

Grace looked at Billy, and Billy looked back at Grace, then up to Rayleen, then back to Grace.

“Oh. Baby girl,” he said. “Don’t look so crestfallen.”

“Can’t help it,” she said.

“OK, fine,” he said. “Dance.”

Billy

Billy was asleep. A deep, blessedly dreamless sleep, with no rustling of feathers. No flapping of wings.

Then, suddenly and without notice, he was standing on his feet, wide awake, gasping for breath, heart pounding, wondering if there had really been a gunshot, or if that had only been part of a dream.

“But we weren’t dreaming,” he said out loud.

Still, when unexplained things happened in the night, they often happened as part of a dream, whether you’d thought you were dreaming at the time or not.

Then again, there really had been a drive-by on this block just a handful of months earlier. Ten bullets had sliced through the windows of a first-floor apartment two buildings down, thankfully killing no one. Hitting no one. But Jake Lafferty had run all through their building, pounding on doors at two in the morning, asking if everybody was OK. With a shotgun on his shoulder. Billy had seen it through the peephole, while refusing to open the door.

But this gunshot…this gunshot had sounded, if anything, louder than the drive-by gunshots had.

“Maybe because we dreamed it,” Billy said.

After all, Jake Lafferty wasn’t doing his night-time messenger Paul Revere number. So it must have been a dream.

Except, just then, somebody knocked on his door.

“That’s not so much a Jake Lafferty knock, though,” Billy said out loud. “More than Rayleen Johnson but less than Jake Lafferty.”

He turned on the bedroom light and checked the clock. It was only barely past ten thirty.

“Billy, are you OK?” he heard Grace call through the door.

He hurried to the door and threw it open wide.

Rayleen was standing there in the hallway with Grace in her arms. The little girl looked sleepy and scared all at the same time. Well, they both did. Well, all three of them probably did, actually, but in the absence of mirrors — and he owned none — Billy could only guess about himself.

“What
was
that?” Rayleen asked. “Are you OK?”

“Drive-by?”

“I don’t know. I would think Lafferty would have been down here with his shotgun by now.”

And Billy smiled, just a little, in spite of himself.

“It’s not funny,” Grace said, still clutching Rayleen, legs wrapped around her waist, head down on her shoulder. “It’s scary.”

“Sorry. You’re right. You guys want to come in?”

“No,” Grace said. “We have to check on my mom and Felipe and Mr. Lafferty and Mrs. Hinman and make sure they’re OK. Oh, wait. Look. There’s Felipe.”

Billy looked up to see Felipe pause on the bottom step, looking relieved to see them all in one piece, and all in one place.

“Felipe,” Grace yelled, much louder than necessary. “Will you go and see if Mr. Lafferty and Mrs. Hinman are OK?”

Felipe turned and trotted back upstairs again.

“Let’s go get your key,” Rayleen said to the girl, “so we can go check on your mom.”

“I’ll go,” Grace said, wriggling to get down. “She’s my mom, so I’ll go check on her.”

Rayleen set the girl down with her bare feet on the wood floor of the hall, and she danced from one foot to the other because it was cold.

“Sure you don’t want me to come?” Rayleen asked her.

“Positive.”

“Go get your key, then.”

But Grace just headed off toward the basement apartment. A cautious step or two later, she pulled it out from under her pajamas and held it up for them to see: the key, still dangling on its cord around her neck.

She disappeared down the stairs to the basement apartment.

“Who knew she slept with that thing on?” Rayleen asked Billy, who only shrugged and shook his head.

He was still standing in his open doorway, not wanting to come out — of course — and not quite ready to invite anyone in after bedtime. In fact, he was still not wholly awake.

“I should have gone with her,” Rayleen said. “What if her mom—”

“Oh, good God,” Billy interjected, cutting her off. “Don’t even say it. Don’t even think a thing like that.”

“Sorry.”

“What is that on your floor?”

Billy pointed to an envelope lying just inside Rayleen’s open doorway, looking starkly white against the worn and darkened rug.

“Hmm,” she said. “Don’t know. Didn’t even see it.”

She walked back and picked it up. She opened it as she walked back to Billy’s door. But it wasn’t light enough in the hallway to read the printing on the small rectangle of card stuck inside. It looked colorful, though. It didn’t look like a written note. It looked more like an advertisement of some sort.

“I guess you’d better come in,” Billy said.

And he turned on all three lights in his living room.

Just then, both Felipe and Grace arrived back.

Grace bounded in, shouting, “She’s OK! She’s loaded, and I couldn’t wake her up all the way, but she’s not shot, because she grunted at me, so that’s good.”

Billy looked up to see Felipe paused in the open doorway. He had never seen Felipe before, except through the glass, and he expected that Felipe had never seen him at all. They eyed each other in the tentative way strangers often do.

“OK if I come in?” Felipe asked.

“Oh. Um. Sure. Please do.”

But Felipe only advanced a step or two into Billy’s living room.

“Mrs. Hinman’s fine,” Felipe said. “Little scared. Lafferty wouldn’t come to the door. But that’s prob’ly just cause I told him it was me.”

“But he answered?” Rayleen asked. “I mean, you heard he was OK?”

“No. He’s either out, or he made like he didn’t hear me.”

“What’s that?” Grace asked, pointing to the envelope in Rayleen’s hand. The fear and confusion of events had raised her voice to a near-shriek.

“It’s a gift certificate,” Rayleen said, as if only just figuring that out as she reported it. “It’s a seventy-five-dollar gift certificate to a store called Dancer’s World. And it’s made out to you.”

“Me?”

“Grace Ferguson. That’s you. Right?”

Grace screamed. She jumped up and down. Ten, then fifteen, then twenty times. She shrieked, “I can get tap shoes, I can get tap shoes!” Then she stopped jumping and shot Billy a worried look. “Can I get tap shoes for seventy-five dollars?”

“I’m sure you can get something decent,” Billy said.

And, of course, that got Grace jumping again.

“That’s the best present anybody ever gave me! Tell me who gave it to me, OK? Please? Tell me who gave me that, so I can go hug and kiss them forever! Tell me right now? Please?”

Billy looked at Rayleen, who shook her head. Then Rayleen looked at Felipe, and he also shook his head no.

“We don’t know,” Billy said. “Somebody just slid it under Rayleen’s door.”

“Maybe your mom,” Rayleen said. “Yeah. Must have been your mom.”

“I don’t think so,” Grace said. The mystery of the gift must have sunk in for her, because she stopped jumping and screaming, and her face took on a thoughtful expression. “She doesn’t even know I started tap dancing.”

“Who else knows, then?”

“Nobody. Just you guys. Oh, yeah, and I told my teacher. But if my teacher wanted to give me a gift thingy for tap shoes, I think she’d’ve given it to me at school. Right? And besides, I just told her I was learning to tap dance, and for all she knows maybe I have my own shoes already, because I didn’t tell her I needed my own shoes. Only you guys know that. Oh, yeah. And Mr. Lafferty. I told him about it when I was asking him to go get the wood.”

“Hmm,” Rayleen said.

“Well, we’re all in one piece,” Felipe said. “So I’m going back upstairs. If it was a drive-by, we’ll hear sirens in a minute.”

“Goodnight, Felipe,” Grace shouted. Then, when he was gone, Grace said, only slightly more quietly, “I’m going to go ask Mr. Lafferty if he gave me this. Because then if he says yes I can say thank you.”

“It’s ten thirty,” Rayleen said. “That’s a little late to go knocking on his door. Besides, Felipe said he wasn’t home.”

“Or that he just wouldn’t answer because it was Felipe. Besides, we know he’s awake if he’s home, because somebody just shot off a gun.”

“OK, you can try,” Rayleen said. “But then come running right back down.”

“’K,” Grace said, and flew away.