My Soul to Keep (44 page)

Kira didn’t know how she’d gotten there, but she realized suddenly that she was back at home. She was in the cave. And it was still night, so dark she could barely see.

But she wasn’t alone. It was too dark to make out Grandpa’s face, but she could see his outline from his glow, like moonlight. She laughed, calling his name. For the first time since she’d seen Mommy crying when they were driving in the van and Daddy wasn’t there, she wasn’t the least bit scared. When Mommy and Daddy had been fighting over the pills, she’d been the most scared of all, maybe the most scared ever. Now, she felt like laughing.

Hey, Pumpkin. Didn’t I say you’d be back soon?
He was talking to her without moving his mouth.

“Grandpa, guess what happened! A man came—”

“Oh, I know all about that,” Grandpa said, breathing out a sigh as though the man with the gun and the shot and the fighting was all nothing. “That stuff ain’t important. Is it?”

Kira, smiling, shook her head.

Now, she could see him. It was like the sun came out, shining only on Grandpa, and she could see him better than she ever had. She could see light glowing on every hair on his moustache, every line on his dark, dark face. She’d never seen anything so wonderful. So magical.

“Kira, do you remember the story of Lin?”

“And the red dragon. And they were best friends. And they flew into the sky.”

“That’s right,” Grandpa said, smiling. “Well … Grandpa told a little fib. That isn’t really a story about a boy named Lin all the way in China. I made that up. It’s a story about you.”

“Me?” Kira asked, delighted. She felt Grandpa’s light glowing on her face too. The cave was warm the way her covers felt when she curled underneath them if her window was open on a cold night. “But you said Lin’s parents were wizards.”

“Right again, you smart girl. Lin’s parents are wizards. And your parents are wizards too. What did I tell you about wizards?”

Kira remembered every word. It was her favorite story. “Wizards have a lot of work to do. And they have powers. And they can’t live in the sky.”

Grandpa was proud of her. She could see it in his face. He looked happy and sad all at once, and he wanted to hug her.

“Turn around, Kira,” Grandpa said. “Look outside.”

When Kira turned around, she saw something amazing. It was a long red snout, scaly all over, sniffing at the mouth of the cave. Bright red, like a lobster Daddy cooked in the big pot. Even more red than that. A black tongue longer than her arm darted out, nearly touching her.

A real dragon! Kira was scared. “Grandpa!” she cried, about to run to him.

“No, Kira,” Grandpa said. “Look again.”

Oh, Kira realized, she was just being silly. It wasn’t a dragon at all. The animal’s fur was really black, and she heard a loud, deep bark. It was only Princess. Where in the world had Princess been so long? Mommy and Daddy had been looking for her.

Princess lowered herself on her haunches, looking like she was smiling, her big pink tongue hanging from her mouth. She crawled into the cave, her big tail wagging back and forth. Princess looked real and not real, almost like a cartoon.

Kira had tears in her eyes, but it was from being happy. She leaped to Princess and hugged her big neck. Princess smelled the same, just like before.

“Are you happy to see Princess, Kira?”

“Yes!” Kira cried.

“Well, see if you can climb on her back. I think she wants to take you for a pony ride. Remember how she did that?”

The entire cave was glowing now. The sun must have come out for real. Kira could barely see Princess for all the light.

“Like the dragon?”

“Could be,” Grandpa said.

Kira started to scoot one leg over Princess’s back. Then she stopped and tried to see Grandpa again. “Grandpa …”

“Yes, Pumpkin?”

“Can I ever come back?”

His face
was
the light, Kira saw. That must be why everything was so warm and felt so good, because it was all from Grandpa. She couldn’t see him anymore, but she could hear his voice around her.

“For visits? Of course you can. Anytime you want. Just like Lin. And you’ll see, Mommy and Daddy will be just fine.”

So, Kira clasped Princess’s neck and wrapped her legs over her dog’s back. Princess stood up, very gently, so she wouldn’t knock Kira off. When Princess began to run, Kira felt a cool wind brushing her face. She felt a
bump-bump, bump-bump
as Princess’s paws hit the ground with every leap. Princess was giving her the fastest pony ride of all!

Kira closed her eyes, smiling. Soon, there were no bumps at all, just the wind and the light, and Kira held on, held on, with all the strength she could find.

For a day and a half, the entire time Jessica Jacobs-Wolde had been admitted to Southeastern General Hospital in New Orleans, she had uttered only the same two words, and she said them with regularity when anyone on the hospital staff visited her.

No blood.

Today, she’d already said it six times. Finally, Bea had to protest, chiding the slim Creole woman who’d been encouraging her to do what the doctor wanted: “The child said she doesn’t want any blood tests. Can you please just let her be?”

Reporters were also calling, some of whom she knew. Even Sy called once—it didn’t surprise her that he got through to the room—but Bea answered the phone and told him, please, not to give them any more pain just now.

Jessica wished she could do her own talking. Her mother had been through so much already that she hated to be another burden. The problem was, she just couldn’t think of any other words. Every time she tried, her mind wrapped itself up tight. The only thing she really knew was that she was alive because David must have given her his blood. And if the doctors did any tests on her, they would find the same thing Alex had found. And Jessica didn’t want that to happen. Not now. Not yet.

Jessica had known instantly because of the way her body felt once the headache was gone: fresh, untried. But to be sure, she scratched her wrist until it bled the first night, and the injury was gone by the time she woke up six hours later. Only a slight tickle was left to mark the spot. So now, she was sure.

Bea had learned that Jessica was at a hospital in New Orleans as soon as Alex got out of surgery in Miami; Jessica didn’t think her mother had slept at all in at least two days, and looked it. But Bea’s behavior hadn’t changed. She talked on, never letting go of Jessica’s hand. She was telling her stories about so-and-so down her street, whomever the young assistant pastor was supposed to be sleeping with, something funny she’d heard on a television talk show at Jackson. And how Randall Gaines had stolen a kiss from her outside Alex’s room, talking about getting married. “Man must be going stir-crazy,” Bea said. He’d insisted on flying with her to Louisiana, then turned right back around to go to Miami so Alex wouldn’t be alone.

Listening to Bea’s voice, Jessica imagined her mother was smiling. But whenever she looked at her mother’s face, she only saw hurting, the parts Bea couldn’t bury. And when Bea came back from her long trips to the bathroom, her face looked swollen and her eyes were watery and red. But then she’d start her stories again.

“I think you’re going home today, baby,” Bea was saying. “Alex will be so glad to see you. She had some hairy moments, but she made it through surgery like a fighter. She’ll have to go to rehab, and the doctors say she should be able to walk. It may not seem that way now, but this family is blessed. It really is. You just have to keep sight of that, Jessica.”

Another doctor came into the room, the same one she’d seen in the beginning. He was very young—almost too young, Jessica thought—and red-haired. He had freckles up and down his arms. The doctor smiled briefly, but he didn’t try to look happy for her, since he knew she had nothing to be happy about. He sat at the foot of her aluminum bed, pulling her chart from its slot.

“Mrs. Wolde, you sure we can’t convince you to let us do blood work? You had dangerously high levels of a drug called flurazepam hydrochloride in your urine sample yesterday, and some other irregularities we’d like to study.”

“No blood,” Jessica said, for the seventh time.

“Jesus help, we’ve told you people—” Bea began.

The doctor half smiled, holding up his freckled hand to signal his surrender. “We’re not trying to harass you, I promise. We only want her to leave us in the best condition possible. And there is one thing worth rejoicing about, Mrs. Wolde. Despite your ordeal, the baby seems fine.”

Jessica was sure the doctor had just been speaking to her, but she couldn’t seem to recall what he’d just said. Even Bea was silent this time, letting go of Jessica’s hand slightly.

Had he really said something about her baby?

“Kira,” Jessica said, half sitting, unexpectedly thinking of something to say. She’d wondered why it was taking so long for someone to tell her that Kira was all right. She’d only been afraid to ask, hiding from an answer she didn’t want to know.

The doctor blushed bright red, seeing their faces. “No,” he said. “You mean your daughter? I’m sorry. I really am. I’m sure someone must have told you what happened, Mrs. Wolde. Rescue was never able to revive her. Her windpipe was broken. The autopsy—”

“What baby is fine?” Bea asked in a tight, strained voice, cutting him off, not wanting to hear anything else about Kira.

“Mrs. Wolde, you’re six weeks pregnant. Did you know that?”

Bea gasped. Her eyes, wide open, swept to Jessica’s. Jessica was still confused about what the doctor was saying.

“We learned that from the urine tests. That’s one of the reasons we wanted to examine you more thoroughly. A drug like that isn’t healthy for a fetus.”

At first, Jessica thought the sound was coming from her, but it wasn’t. It was coming from her mother: a bruised and exhilarated sob. Bea leaned over to hug her. She was close to hysterics, and Jessica wondered how she’d kept it in so long.

As much as Jessica wanted to cry with Bea, she could not. She was beginning to understand things now. About Kira being gone. Gone. And about an unborn child she didn’t know anything about, who must have been conceived … when? That night with David at the cabin. When she didn’t have her pills.

A baby inside her. A baby being nourished with her new blood.

Jessica couldn’t be happy. And she couldn’t yet bear to be sad. She was a statue in her mother’s arms.

“So, like I said, at least there’s a little good news.”

“A miracle,” Bea was sobbing. “Jessica, do you hear? You’re going to have a baby. Another baby. Oh, Lord Jesus, thank you. It’s like the Bible says, ‘you giveth and you taketh away.’ It won’t be Kira, Lord, but we know you had your reasons for taking her. We don’t understand, but please help us. Help us. And thank you, Jesus, for this baby. Thank you.”

In Jessica’s overwhelmed mind, only one thought could fight its way to her lips: “David’s gone. Where is he?”

She felt her mother turn rigid. The doctor shared an uncomfortable glance with Bea, clearing his throat before speaking. “Jessica, how did you hear about that … ?” Bea whispered.

“Vandalism,” the doctor said. “Mrs. Wolde, I’m sorry. Sometimes when you get these sensational cases and people see things on the news, there are curiosity-seekers. Vandals. The last I heard, someone must have broken into the morgue. They …”

“They haven’t found him yet, Jessica,” Bea finished for him. “But they will. I know he was your husband, no matter what sickness in his mind made him do what he did. I know you want to bury him.”

Jessica didn’t know anything about vandals or curiosity. She just wondered when her husband had awakened, and where he’d gone. And if he’d left alone.

“Kira, too?” Jessica asked.

“Baby, those were sick people, disturbing all the bodies. They thought Kira was gone at first too. But someone had only moved her from where she was supposed to be. She’s still there. Don’t you worry. I saw her, the little precious heart. You can bury your child.”

“Someone just wanted a look, I guess,” the doctor said. “Like I said, it’s because of all the news. I’m sorry you had to hear about this, Mrs. Wolde. I know it can’t make this easier.”

No, nothing could ever make this easier. Nothing could. She’d had a daughter named Kira, and now she didn’t. She felt devoured by the immensity of it all; Bea was a widow, and any child with dead parents was an orphan. But there wasn’t even a word for her. Nobody had thought to make one up. Some feelings couldn’t even be put in a dictionary.

No wonder people say they wish they could die, she thought. No wonder.

Somehow, Jessica realized, when this doctor finally left her and her mother alone, she would have to find a way to do a lot of talking. She had a lot to explain. She would have to do it today, because she couldn’t hold it all inside the way David had. She couldn’t be all alone, knowing the things she did.

“Don’t think about what you’ve lost, Jessica,” Bea said, her sobs gone. “Think about that beautiful baby God has left you. That’s your light, you hear? It’s yours forever, Jessica. No one can take this child away.”

Jessica stared at her mother, her eyes filled with rapture, and wondered how in the world she already knew.