Read My Book of Life By Angel Online
Authors: Martine Leavitt
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he smiled a hard smile,
a smile with teeth like stones,
and she said,
don't you let this hurt you, baby,
she said,
you owe me a toe.
I said, you are smart, Paula,
no angels Âhere, no tricky cornersâ
But she smiled her blood at me,
said, don't you let them do that to you,
and I had to step back fast
so the car Âwouldn't run over my feet.
I turned
and Melli
still there, still thereâ
too scared to run.
Another policeman was standing between me and herâ
he had a nice police tie pin,
and he said, I'll take you home.
M
y hips felt out of joint again
like I was having a big baby get born out of me.
The ofï¬cer said, my name is Dave.
I said, are you arresting me?
He pointed at Melli and said, she should be in bed.
He said, come on, let's go.
I said, you don't know where I live,
but he did.
C
all was there when we got back,
surprised to see me so early in the eveÂning
and scared to see me with police,
but Dave said, I'd like a word.
The Âwhole time they talked
so quiet and respectful
I held Melli's hand and thought of Widow
I mean Paula
and I thoughtâ
I thought,
but I did Restitution.
Call and the policeman talked about how this is just business
and all the do-Âgooders in the world
are the real cause of all the trouble.
Call talked about his business intentions
and then Dave shook Call's hand,
said he understood the way the world is,
and Call shook back and said,
ï¬rst time for free.
Call said to me, this is Dave
and you do whatÂever he tells you.
I said to Dave, in the bedroom where Melli Âcan't see.
I
n the bedroom I said,
will Widow be okay, ofï¬cer?
He said, call me DaddyâÂDaddy Dave.
I thought, Widow, Paula,
would be happy when she got back to the midtrack
if I could tell her I said this thing,
this one thing.
So I said,
if you Âwere my real daddy
I would say someone is getting the girls,
they are not missing, they are dead.
I said, everyone knows someone gone,
someone who has kids
but Âdoesn't call them anymore,
someone who loves her sister
but Âdoesn't visit anymore,
someone who had money under a mattress
and it's still there
.
.
.
Daddy Dave snorted, said,
keeping track of you all is like herding chickensâ
you leave, your boyfriends take you out.
What do you expect?
He said,
show me a bodyâ
you got one under the bed?
and then he smiled and said,
I'm not Âhere for work.
H
e said, Âwe're going to play the word game,
and he was fancy with words
but not as good as Milton's 630,
not as good as
dismissive
unprincipled.
He threw the words around, beat them all bruisey
and made me eat them,
made me say things, made me speak un-Âangel,
put words in my ears, stuffed them in far,
and made them come out of my mouth.
All those black and blue words made me sick,
my stomach full of mouldy brown words.
He beat the words up, twisted them.
But he didn't know about my book of life
and how later I would brush the words off,
break them into letters like bread
and put them in a poem.
W
hen he was ï¬nished Daddy Dave said,
don't worry, I might be assigned
to head up the task force
for the investigation of the missing women.
The last one got caught
with pornography on his work computer.
He said, see you.
Right after he left, I got out my book of life
and wrote it all down
about Widow, about Paula,
about how the story kept turning out not how I meant,
not how I meant at allâ
I
closed my book.
I went out to the broken-bone couch to ï¬nd Melli
but she was gone.
And so was Call.
Submitting to what seemed remediless
.
.
.
C
all brought her back,
boneless and broken,
her eyes speaking the same language as her mouth.
He handed her the cards, said, play,
but she held them in her hand and didn't play.
I said, what did you do? what have you done?
Call said, she's been to the baby dentist.
He said, if you're going to give me trouble, Angel,
you tell me now,
tell me straight.
You want to walk out that door, you go.
I've got Melli now, and she's fresh, you know?
So go if you want
.
.
.
I
knew I Âwouldn't make it to the end of the block.
I knew he would be so mad that I would really leave him,
I knew if I made it to the end of the block
he would hurt JeremyâÂkill Jeremyâ
I knew it while I stared at Melli,
while I Âcouldn't believe what he had done.
I Âcouldn't leave Melli anyway.
I said, evil Call, where would I go?
who would want me?
He nodded, looked at me with hurt in his eyes
because he knew I stayed for Melli.
He said, don't call me that,
don't call me evil.
He said, you should be afraid of me.
I said, okay, evil Call.
You want fear,
okay, I can do that.
I can do it excellent,
stand straight under it,
salute it,
artistify it.
C
all picked up the cards,
said, I'll show you a game, Melli.
I'll show you a trick.
He said, pick a card and look at it,
but don't show meâ
now put it on your forehead
and I'll read your mind.
She didn't want to play,
sitting on the broken-bone couch,
but she did what he said,
and he guessed the card.
He said, want to know the trick?
Want to know how I did that?
She didn't nod, her Âwhole body was silentâ
He put a ï¬nger on her skull
and said, there's no trick.
I can read your mind for real.
I'll know if you ever think a thought
about leaving me.
He said, I've got a late meeting with gentry,
and he went out and locked us in.
W
hen he was gone,
I got out my book
and I went slow and quiet to the couch
and I said, slow and quiet, Melli, I have magic, too.
My book hides secrets, in code: a b c d
abracadabraâsleight of word,
letters up my sleeve.
Call never checks sleeves, Melli.
I'll ï¬nd a noun behind your ear,
and make the meaning disappearâ
but nothing made her smile.
I said, I'm sorry, Melli.
I said, there has to be the possibility of sad endings
or there Âcouldn't be such a thing as happy endings.
Endings are happy because they could have been sad.
Maybe ours will be sad.
W
hen I said that
Melli leaned forward,
hunched up, curled in,
made herself small
until her shoulder blades ï¬attened and disappeared
into the round of her back
and her wing places vanished into herselfâ
I knew why the baby dentist wanted to do it.
It was an angel he wanted.
If she was dead and cold, he Âwouldn't want her.
But inside her, maybe an angel
who warmed her up, lit her up, made her humâ
it was her he wanted.
He wanted to suck out her light till he glowed in the dark.
I put my ï¬nger to her cheek and tasted her tear,
thinking to swallow light,
a little star to pour on your cereal in the morning
.
.
.
But noâÂjust a tear.
She was just a little girl.
A
nd then I Âcouldn't stand it, Melli's silence,
and I shouted, speak!
say something!
But she just cried more
and I Âcouldn't believe I did that,
and I promised and promised I'd never do it again,
said, sorry, sorry
.
.
.
I hugged her and said, it's okay,
you don't have to talkâÂI don't care.
I said to Melli, don't you know how cute you are?
You are a spirity supermodel, a beauty queen boo,
a cutie patootie cream Âcheese pattycake babycake youâ
you are specialer than special
.
.
.
I said, I'm writing a story about you
and in it the baby dentist dies a gruesome gory death
upside down in a dentist's chair
poked all over with needles and drills.
She didn't smile
but she let me tuck her into bed.
N
ext day I made food for Melli,
biscuits and milk and scrambled egg whites,
but she Âwouldn't eat, only drank the milk,
and she held the cards
but she Âwouldn't play.
Call and Asia left to collect more names
the Âwhole time thinking up plans,
all dumb.
And Melli Âwouldn't play,
so I played cards while Melli watched.
I heard the key in the door,
but it Âwasn't Call, it was Daddy Dave,
and he said, Call knows I'm Âhere.
In the bedroom I said,
how is Widow?
He said, she died.
She died of a bleed in the drunk tank.
I said, just a moment.
I
went into the kitchen
and got Call's knife out of the drawer
and I took off my shoe and I held the knife
over my toe,
held it with my hand pushing down
and my toe pushing up,
my hand wanting to make it up for Widow
for Paula Paula Paula
who forgot her name that's how bad it was.
But there was no Restitution big enough
for her being dead,
and my toe pushing up
and my hand pushing down
I heard Widow's voice saying,
don't you let them do that to youâ
and then Melli came in and put her hollow Âbone hand
on mine
and took the knife away.
That Melli.
I said, Melli, you won't go back to the baby dentist
becauseâbecause I'm going to get a plan.
Saying it was belief enough
because right then I got one.
A plan.
I
whispered to Melli,
holding the knife,
I think I know a way
to make Daddy Dave take you homeâ
I know a way
so Call will think it was Daddy Dave's idea
and Jeremy won't get hurt.
I
took the knife out of her hand
and she was scared but I said, it's okay,
and I made Daddy Dave a sandwich, ham,
and I took it to the bedroom
where Melli Âcouldn't see
and I said to Daddy Dave with a ham sandwich,
too bad you let Widow die, too bad.
I
watched Daddy Dave bite into his sandwich
and chew and chew
as if there Âwere bones in that ham
or rubbery bits of eyeballâ
his ham sandwich rolled around and around
in his mouth while we chatted
and I was ever so nice.
I said, at least she didn't get killed by Mr. P.
He said, with his mouth full of ham,
you Âcan't go saying there's a killer out there.
Scares all the law-Âabiding folks
who just want to eat their dinner in peace.
They don't know about your world,
and they don't want to.
Now Angel, you ask yourself, dig down deep,
what kind of life did those women have anyway?
Ever think of it that way?
I thought, he deserves my plan.
I
watched him chew
with my toe still quivering
and Paula dead in the drunk tank
and Melli in the kitchen
and me knowing my plan.
Then we played the dirty word game
and I found a way to tip out his walletâ
he never saw, he was so taken with his little girl, that's me,
that's how we play.
And after that, and after the part where he cries
because he feels so bad, I kicked the wallet away
under the bed,
and after the part where he looks at me and says it isn't fair
and the part where I have to comfort himâ
after that he didn't have any money to pay.
Surprise!
I
cried,
I said, Call is going to kill me if I don't get some money,
he's not going to believe it,
which was sort of true so I didn't lie, top ten.
I cried some more and I said,
he's going to think you're pulling one over on him,
and I cried more, and Daddy Dave said
shut up, shut upâ
he said, tell Call I'll pay you double next timeâ
I said, give me your watch to prove it,
and he did.
I said, give me your tie pin, tooâ
(it says twenty years with a police crest on it)
and he said no, and I cried,
not even fake crying 'cause I was so scared of my plan,
and he said shut up
and gave it to me, said, tell Call I'll pay him next time
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He left without his wallet ha ha
and his watch
and his tie pin,
which I hid all of them under the mattress.