“C’mon, Natalie,” I plead, wishing I could grab her and carry her out of there. “We can see Molly tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow. We can see Molly tomorrow,” Nat mutters.
“That’s right, Natalie,” I say.
And then as if a circuit switch flips inside Natalie’s brain, her face relaxes, her shoulders ease down to where they’re supposed to go, and she trails after me.
I open the front door and we troop out, but before I get the door closed, Piper slips outside with us.
“I thought you wanted to talk?” Piper asks innocently, as if I were the one refusing.
“I do,” I tell her as I sit on the steps. Piper leans against the house and Natalie rocks on one foot, as if this motion is endlessly interesting.
I take a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say this . . . but did you have anything to do with getting my dad and Mr. Mattaman on probation?”
Piper scratches her ear. “Who wants to know?”
“I want to know.”
Piper stares at the cell house, a blank look on her face. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? You either did or you didn’t, Piper.”
I wait for her to answer. She continues to watch the cell house.
“I told everyone you wouldn’t lie like that,” I tell her, my voice full of acid.
But this is useless. Piper always lies to get her way. Everyone lets her too. If my mom and Mrs. Mattaman thought Piper was responsible for getting my dad and Mr. Mattaman put on probation for no reason, why didn’t they call her on it? Because she’s the warden’s daughter. That’s why.
“You were wrong. Theresa deserved it and so did you. You didn’t stand up for me. You were just worried about making Theresa mad.” She snorts. “Nobody can ever be mad at poor little Moosey. You have to make sure everybody loves you every stupid minute.”
“I don’t like to collect enemies the way you do, if that’s what you mean.”
She shrugs. “Oh, who cares anyway. This is boring.”
“It’s boring? You get my dad and Mr. Mattaman on probation for nothing and then you say it’s boring?”
“So what do you want me to do about it?”
“Tell the truth.”
She rolls her eyes. “Why would I do that?” she asks like she really doesn’t know.
“Because it’s the right thing to do.”
“You actually think that matters to me?”
I’ve never met anyone as irritating as Piper. She makes me feel like I’ve got gun powder exploding in my veins.
“I’ll tell you what,” she suggests. “I’ll get this squared away, but then you’ll owe me.”
“You mean you’ll tell your dad the truth?”
“Of course not. I’ll tell him that I thought it was booze they were drinking. It was clear and gold like beer, but it was only apple juice.”
“How will you explain not telling him this before?”
Her brown eyes are keen. She looks directly at me. “I felt so awful about what happened.” She makes her voice tremble with emotion. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you.” She dabs at her eyes.
What a performance! How can I like this girl? I make myself sick.
But even now I’m watching her lips, the curve of her arms, the shine of her hair. Messy as she is today, she’s still beautiful.
“But like I said,” she continues, “you’ll owe me.”
“I’ll owe you what?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” She takes a step closer, leans down so she’s right in my face. I breathe in the sweet talcum smell of her. Her lips brush my cheek and everything inside me hits a pothole.
“Piper, can I ask you something?” I whisper. “Couldn’t you be just a little nicer?”
“Now?” She strokes my cheek, ever so gently, just where her lips touched it. The sweet, powerful smell of her comes over me like a hot sweat.
“No,” I tell her as I reach my hand out to hold her chin, gently, so gently. “All the rest of the time?” I whisper as my lips find her lips. I don’t know if this is the way you’re supposed to do this, but suddenly I don’t care about Scout and his instructions. I’m going to do this my way.
“Theresa,” Natalie whispers, startling me. I’d forgotten all about Natalie, but here she is, swaying back and forth between her two feet as if she’s on a rocking horse. And then I see Theresa and Jimmy running up the hill toward us and I can feel the deep flush of blood in my face, but my back is to them. I don’t think they saw.
Still, I can’t believe it’s Theresa again. That girl has a knack for being where she’s not supposed to be.
“Moose,” Jimmy calls. “We need you!”
“Moose, we need you,” Piper mimics, her voice sour. She glares at me, turns, and walks back into her house, the door closing hard after her.
“Moose kiss,” Nat mutters. “Moose is kissing.”
My face gets so hot I feel like I just stuck my head in the oven, but Jimmy and Theresa are so upset they don’t hear Natalie.
“Just tell him, Jimmy,” Theresa prods.
“Shut up, Theresa,” Jimmy says, his cheeks flushed. He straightens his glasses one way, then straightens them the other, as if he can’t find plumb on his nose.
“Tell me what?”
Jimmy kicks the ground. “I messed up,” he mutters, his face scarlet. “I threw it, okay? I did, but—”
“Threw what?”
“The bar spreader. Janet Trixle has it,” Theresa blurts. “She’s using it in her carousel. All of the painted ponies are tied to it. And she has a hot pad on the top for the tent cover.”
“How’d she get it?”
“Must have washed back up on the beach and she collected it in her beach bag. Took it home and used it for her carousel.” Jimmy still can’t look at me.
“She doesn’t know what it is?”
Jimmy and Theresa both shake their heads.
“But Darby knows what it is. . . . We are in so much trouble,” I say.
“She’s got it decorated like a barber pole,” Jimmy explains.
“It’s right in front of his nose and he hasn’t noticed yet?”
“Hiding in plain sight,” Jimmy whispers.
“That’s the best way to hide something. That’s what my dad says. C’mon, we gotta get it out of there.”
“Darn straight we do,” Jimmy agrees.
“Natalie!” I shout. “Let’s go!”
25.
THE BAD GUYS ARE LOCKED UP
Saturday, September 7, and Sunday, September 8, 1935
Natalie shuffles along faster than usual. Just watching her come down the switchback, doing her best to keep up, fills me with a rush of gratitude. She is trying in her own weird way. She really is.
I wonder what she’ll make of the kiss. Of course, the one moment I wish she’d been lost in her own world, she wasn’t. But it wasn’t like she stood there and stared or anything. Piper didn’t even mention her and she would have if Natalie had been staring.
All of this is rushing through my mind as we head for the Trixles’. It’s not until we have arrived pell-mell at the door of the largest apartment in 64 building that it occurs to me we need some reason to be here.
“You’re visiting Janet,” I tell Theresa as I knock on the door.
“Me? Why me?” Theresa scowls.
“C’mon, Theresa,” Jimmy wheedles. “You can be nice to her for five minutes. We have to get the bar spreader back.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” Theresa’s hands are on her hips. “She’s not going to just hand it over to me, you know.”
I knock again. Still no answer.
Theresa looks at me, her lips pressed so hard together her chin wrinkles. “You can’t take Natalie inside,” she whispers.
“Why not?”
“Because,” Theresa mutters. She looks to Jimmy for help.
“They’re not home anyway,” Jimmy declares.
“Shall we go in?” Theresa asks, frowning.
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Jimmy and I look at each other.
“We can’t just take it. Wouldn’t that be stealing?” Theresa wants to know.
I wiggle the knob. “It’s locked anyway.”
Doors are never locked on Alcatraz. Our parents say it’s safer here than in San Francisco because all our bad guys are locked up. We are used to running in and out of each other’s houses.
Of course, we don’t run in and out of Darby Trixle’s house, so we never noticed his door is locked. Maybe it’s just locked because they’re gone for the day.
“What do we do now?” Jimmy asks.
“Wait for them to get home,” I reply.
“She found it on the beach, though,” Jimmy reasons. “Why is that our fault? No one has to know how it got there.”
“Yeah, but it’s dangerous. If Seven Fingers were to get his hands on it . . .” I explain.
“Go ahead and say it,” Jimmy growls. “It’s because I throw like crap. This would never have happened if Scout had thrown it.”
“Scout would have wanted to keep it as a souvenir or else he’d trade it,” I tell him as we walk back down the stairs to our apartments.
“That’s not what you really think,” Jimmy grumbles.
“Am I mad about this, Jimmy? Do I look mad?” I ask, though I can feel as I say this that I’m beginning to get angry.
“You are, though.”
“What do you want me to say here? Just tell me so I’ll know,” I ask him.
“Why don’t you just tell the truth for a change?”
“What are you talking about? I always tell you the truth.”
“No, you don’t. You tell me what you think I want to hear, same as you tell everyone else.”
I open my hands as if to show him I’m not holding anything inside. “I’m not mad, okay, Jim?”
“You are, though. You’re mad because I messed up and you’re embarrassed that I can’t play ball.”
“Look, I’m not embarrassed. But yeah, I do wish you liked baseball. What’s the matter with that?”
Jimmy whistles long and low. “I thought you were different. You’re just like everyone else.” He turns on his heel and walks back to his apartment.
Theresa is silent. Her mouth hangs open. Her dark eyes are big as goggles. “Jimmy doesn’t get mad at anyone but me, not ever,” she says.
All through the evening, I check on the Trixles, but they don’t come home. By nightfall, I know I’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I can’t think of a reason to pretend I need to see them this late at night. Not one that wouldn’t make Trixle suspicious anyway. First thing tomorrow I’ll deal with it. I’ll go in and talk to Janet. Tell her Jimmy is going to make her a much better carousel. He wants to take hers and use it as a model. Then when we get it to the Mattamans’ we’ll switch out the bar spreader and get rid of it for good.
In the morning when I get up, the trim on 64 building is being painted, the extra dock equipment is being hauled out of sight, the steps to 64 are swept, the windows washed, the roof of the dock tower is being scrubbed, the bird turd removed. The Coxe has a new coat of paint, the brass fixtures shined bright as Natalie’s favorite buttons, and there are convicts washing the road.
I find Bea at the canteen stacking cans of tomato sauce in a perfect pyramid. “Where’s Janet?” I ask.
“We took her down to Monterey to visit her cousins. They have a horse,” Bea tells me, as if this explains everything. But that’s all I get out of her. Bea is in no mood to chat. She was gone yesterday and the deliveries have backed up. She needs to get the new groceries out, she tells me, plus there’s the party preparation and hairstyling to do. It seems suddenly as if the visit of Hoover and Ness has commandeered all the adults’ attention.
In the afternoon, on the way back from getting their hair done at Bea Trixle’s, Piper and Annie knock on my door. “We need to talk,” Annie says. Her hair looks odd, as if it has been curled and pinned into a position entirely against its wishes. Even in her baseball pants, Annie does not look comfortable. Piper’s hair is styled the same way, but on her, it looks glamorous.
We go back in my room and close the door. It feels awkward and small in here and stinky with the goop Bea Trixle put on their hair.
Annie sits on a crate, Piper sits on my bed, and I stand up, not sure what to do with myself.
“I’m going to the party,” Piper informs me.
“Of course you’re going. You’re performing,” I say.
“Yeah, then I’m supposed to leave, but I’m not going to. I want to see Scarface.” Piper seems more like her usual self today. That’s good, I guess, but it’s also bad.
“And you’re going to stay with me.” Piper points at me like she’s shooting me with her finger.
“No, I’m not.”
“You owe me and you know why.” Her finger takes deadly aim.
“Why?” Annie wants to know.
“I can’t stay with you. I have to watch Natalie,” I tell her.
Piper smiles. “Already taken care of. Mrs. Caconi is going to do it.”
“My parents won’t agree to that,” I tell her.
“They already have.” Piper gloats. “My dad asked them. They can’t turn my dad down.”
“Wait a minute. You told your dad you want to meet Scarface and he agreed?”
“No, stupid. I told him I wanted you to see our performance.”
“What’s that have to do with Scarface?”
“Nothing so far as he knows. We’ll hide, then we can watch. Capone is supposed to be the waiter. And he’ll definitely put on a show. That’s what Buddy said.”
“I’m not getting in trouble. My dad’s on probation.” I glare at her. “We’d be kicked off the island if I were caught.”
“Then our deal is off.”
“You’re heartless, you know that?” I tell Piper.
“What deal?” Annie insists.
“None of your business,” Piper snaps, scratching at her hair. “Look.” She turns to me. “If I’d been a boy my dad would have let me sit at the table. You can bet that.”
“What’s that have to do with anything?” I ask.
“Don’t act like you’re stupid as a stump.” She snorts. “Look, you might as well give up. I got your dad on probation, I can get him fired too.”
Annie’s mouth drops open.
“Guess Annie knows now,” I tell Piper.
“Yeah, so . . . what do you say?” Piper turns to her.
“You got to do what she wants. You don’t have a choice,” Annie answers in a gentle voice that seems as unlike her as her hairdo.
Piper smiles triumphantly. “Did you hear that, Moose? Even Annie agrees with me.”
26.
AL CAPONE IS THE WAITER
Sunday, September 8, 1935
The warden is out this morning making sure everything looks just so. He had the Black Mariah polished up shiny as patent leather. It’s sitting ready to drive J. Edgar Hoover and Eliot Ness up the hill to tour the place. The dock itself was scoured, the underside scrubbed with bristle brushes. The stink of moss and rotting algae has been replaced with the good smell of clean laundry and Ivory Soap. You’d think Hoover and Ness were royalty, the way the warden is acting.
My dad spends half an hour polishing the badge on his hat with special cream my mother bought in San Francisco. And then he starts on his shoes.
“Lookin’ good,” I tell him. “But not as good as when Capone does ’em.”
My father snorts.
“Any idea what his trick is?”
“Couldn’t venture a guess,” my father says.
My mother is going to wear a brand-new rose-colored dress that the cons made for her in the tailor shop.
“Did a nice job, didn’t they, Moose? Though I guess I should have given you a chance at it. Cam, did you know Moose likes to sew?”
“I do not, Mom, cut it out.”
“That’s not what I hear. According to Annie’s mom, he’s got a knack with
a needle and thread.”
“She did not say that.”
“Oh yes she did. Thinks you have a hidden talent you’re afraid to show.”
Mothers are so embarrassing sometimes. The whole lot of them, I swear. Even so, before Natalie got accepted at the Esther P. Marinoff, my mother never would have kidded me this way. Things are changing. They really are.
After my mom is done ribbing me, she heads for Bea Trixle’s, where she spends half the day getting her hair done. I know because I knocked on the door at least three times looking for Janet, who still isn’t back. I have to get the bar spreader off the island, for good. But I can’t figure out how to do that until Janet gets home.
Only Natalie seems oblivious to all the fuss being made. Her big concern is who she can get to play button checkers with her. I don’t know how Theresa knew Nat would love this game, but she did. She beats everybody every time. She’s clearly a better match for herself than any of us are for her, but she likes to play with us and she gets angry if we don’t give the game our all. It can’t be too easy for her to win.
By nightfall, the brand-spanking clean Black Mariah sits waiting to take Hoover and Ness up to the Officers’ Club and there’s a hum of excitement from one end of the island to the other.
“As soon as Piper and Annie are done singing, you need to come straight back here because Mrs. Caconi will have her hands full. You understand?” my father asks as he straightens his hat.
“Yes,” I say, watching my dad, wishing I could tell him what’s going on.
When Nat and I get to the Mattamans’, I pretend everything is fine between Jimmy and me. He’s been touchy lately. And I always seem to be on his bad side. I hope getting Mr. Mattaman off probation will make up for whatever else Jimmy thinks I’ve done wrong.
I do trust Jimmy though, and he definitely knows what he’s supposed to do. We talked it all out this afternoon. He and Theresa will help Mrs. Caconi watch Natalie while I stick by Piper.
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