After that, most kids at the school had a grudging respect for Howard. They wouldn’t be seen dead actually hanging out with him, but he had a kind of status. He was the official school thief. When anything went missing everyone blamed Howard, whether he was guilty or not. And the most intriguing part of it all, to Ruth, was that he didn’t seem to care.
She poured him some milk.
‘So your dad beat you?’ she asked after a while.
‘Yep.’
‘What with?’
‘A leather belt.’
‘Why?’
‘I took a look at his rifle.’
‘His rifle?’
‘He goes pig shooting. I was mucking around with it and … he caught me.’
‘Were you shooting it?’
‘No way,’ he sniffed. ‘He was at his girlfriend’s place, and I didn’t have anything to do. So I took it out just to see how it worked. It’s a good gun,’ he said proudly. ‘Worth about three grand.’
‘Yeah?’
‘He only ever hits me when he’s drunk or hung-over,’ Howard added as an afterthought.
Ruth nodded. After her friends dropped her, Howard was virtually the only one in Grade Six who’d have anything to do with her. Not that the two of them hung out together in any normal sense. That would have attracted too much attention. The two biggest losers of Grade Six becoming friends would have meant being hassled mercilessly by just about everyone. But when there was no one else around they would talk sometimes. She could usually find him slinking around somewhere on his own, under the peppercorn trees on the far side of the school or near the library. Their conversations were never normal. No talk of how many brothers and sisters they had or what their parents did, nor for that matter any discussion of the school or the other kids. Nothing like that. They discussed general things like if it was right to eat meat, or if footballers deserved all the money they got, or if ants felt fear before you stepped on them.
The thing Ruth liked about Howard was that she could never be sure what he was going to say next. Once they were talking about space and how big it was and he told her that the light we see from the stars is actually from years ago.
‘You mean to tell me that when we see a star we aren’t seeing it as it is now but …’ ‘As it was in the past.’ Howard had finished her sentence with a sly grin. ‘And some of that light is from hundreds of years ago.’
‘Wow!’
* * *
Ruth pulled the sandwiches from under the griller and spread butter over them. Then she found a plate and put them in front of Howard.
He picked one up and ate ravenously.
Ruth stood watching and thinking. There was something mysterious about him that she liked, something unknown. He never gave much away. Everyone at school couldn’t wait to tell everyone else what they’d been doing, or what had happened to them, or what they thought about things, but not Howard. He kept his views close to his chest, which was probably why he had no friends.
‘Do you hate him?’ she asked.
‘Who?’
‘Your dad,’ she said.
Howard shrugged and took a long gulp of milk.
‘How did you find my place?’ she asked.
‘I’ve seen your address on your schoolbag,’ he said through a mouthful of food.
‘So you’re a bit of a spy, huh?’
‘Kind of.’ He looked around furtively as if he might, right at that moment, be looking for fresh clues to a mystery that he wasn’t going to tell her about. ‘That’s why I need a camera. So, where is your family?’
Without really intending to, Ruth told him the whole story of how she couldn’t stand Marcus’s bike races and even how she’d lied to her parents.
Howard made no comment but she could tell he was listening carefully.
‘So what are you going to do today?’ he asked.
‘Not sure yet,’ she said. ‘Got any ideas?’
He took a huge bite of his sandwich and shrugged as if he wasn’t very interested at all.
When Howard had finished the sandwich he stood up.
‘Mind if I have a look around?’ he asked.
‘Okay,’ Ruth said.
After he’d checked out the backyard and the bedrooms, they ended up in the front room where it was warmer. Ruth sat on the heater and watched him snooping around. He banged a few notes on the piano, switched on the computer, picked up the delicate coffee cups on the sideboard and examined them closely. Then he picked up Marcus’s guitar and strummed a few chords, all the time looking thoughtful, like he was on the verge of saying something important. Ruth was still trying to formulate a plan for the day.
Howard put the guitar down abruptly and took his jacket off, then went over to study the photos on the wall. Within a few moments he’d taken down the black-and-white shot of her and Rodney.
‘Who is Rod?’ he asked, taking it over to the window for more light.
‘Rodney,’ Ruth corrected him.
‘Rodney then,’ Howard said. ‘Who is he?’
‘The rat,’ she said.
‘I figured that!’ Howard grinned, still staring intently at the photo. ‘So where did you get him?’
‘From my aunt.’
‘The one who died?’
‘Yep.’
‘Is he alive?’
Ruth looked up in surprise. ‘You mean the rat?’
‘Yeah.’
No one had ever asked her that before.
‘He looks alive,’ Howard persisted.
Ruth suddenly wanted to hug the skinny boy standing by the window.
‘Of course not,’ she said. ‘It’s just that I sort of …’ she began tentatively, ‘I sort of thought …’ She stopped again.
‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Tell me.’ Howard flopped down in front of the heater. ‘Come on, I want to know about him.’
So she told Howard about the day she was given the rat and about her sense that the rat knew things, and actually understood what she said in some weird way.
Then she told him how her good luck had disappeared when she didn’t have the rat anymore.
‘In what way?’ Howard asked, his expression blank. Ruth couldn’t work out if he thought she was crazy or … not.
‘Well … my aunt died,’ she said bluntly, ‘my friends turned on me and … my family became … totally obnoxious.’
Howard nodded thoughtfully. She didn’t care if he did think she was crazy; she could tell by the way he was listening that he wasn’t a blabbing kind of person.
‘So what happened to him?’ Howard asked when she finally stopped talking.
‘I … I lost him.’ It hurt to have to admit it, even now.
‘How?’
Ruth shrugged.
5
They had been driving back to the city after a night away for one of Marcus’s sporting events. It was late afternoon and everyone was grumpy. Ruth was particularly anxious to get back because her new best friend, the queen of Grade Six, Lou Parker, was having a sleepover at her house. Only two other girls had been invited. This invitation meant that Ruth was now part of the all-important inner circle of Grade Six. Lots of good things like this had begun happening lately, and she’d started feeling lucky. Since Rodney.
‘Step on it, Dad!’ she’d said in a low voice, staring out the window. ‘This is snail’s pace.’
‘I’m doing the speed limit, Ruth.’
‘There are no police around here!’
‘That isn’t the point.’
‘Well, what is the point?’ she said under her breath. Ruth was worried about Rodney down at the bottom of her bag. He did not take kindly to being cooped up in small places.
Suddenly there was the floppy sound of rolling rubber then a loud clunk and the car began to drift sideways.
‘Blow-out,’ Mr Craze sighed, pulling the car to the side of the road. He closed his eyes and banged his head on the steering wheel before opening the door.
‘What’s a blow-out, Dad?’ Paul asked.
‘Well, it’s when the tube inside the tyre –’
‘What does it matter what it is?’ Ruth shrieked, kicking the tyre angrily with one foot. ‘It means we can’t drive on it!’
‘Okay, calm down,’ her father said. ‘Come on, Marcus, we’d better change this before it gets dark.’
Marcus jumped into position beside the wheel and all their bags and food containers and bits and pieces were heaved out onto the ground around the car as Mr Craze uncovered the spare-tyre cavity.
‘How long will this take?’ Ruth was hopping from one foot to the other. ‘Because I have to get back to –’
‘We all know what you have to do, Ruth!’ her mother cut in irritably.
‘Shouldn’t take long,’ Mr Craze mumbled, head still in the boot. He lifted out the spare and rolled it to the side of the car. ‘All we need now is the jack.’
‘Hurry, Dad!’ Ruth began pacing up and down. ‘Please.’
She noticed her bag sitting on the side of the road and thought of Rodney lying there under all her things, with no idea of what was going on. Night was coming down. Better give him some air. She unzipped the bag and pulled him to the top and left the zip half undone.
‘Oh no,’ Mr Craze groaned, and straightened up from the boot shaking his head.
‘What?’ Mrs Craze said in alarm. ‘What is it?’
‘Just remembered that I took the jack out last week and forgot to put it back,’ Mr Craze groaned again and let his head roll back in a dramatic fashion. ‘Can’t believe I did that.’
‘So how are we going to change the wheel?’ Ruth snapped.
‘We’re not, Ruthie,’ her father replied apologetically.
‘We’re going to have to ring for roadside service.’
‘What!’
‘No,’ Mrs Craze groaned too. ‘Ken … tell me this isn’t happening!’
Mr Craze looked at Marcus. ‘Have you got your phone?’
Grim-faced, Marcus handed his phone over. ‘Better be quick,’ he said, ‘the battery’s almost out.’
‘So typical of this family!’ Ruth yelled. ‘Nothing works.’
‘We all do!’ Mrs Craze shouted back. ‘For goodness sake, Ruth.’
‘Ruth, would you please …’
Mr Craze dialled the number and turned away to speak to the operator. But he had some difficulty describing exactly where they were. They’d taken one of the back roads as a shortcut, so no one was sure. Marcus was sent to find out the name of the bridge they’d just crossed. When he came back with the news that it was called Happy Chance Creek they all groaned.
Mr Craze told the operator and switched the phone off. ‘They’ll be up to an hour,’ he said. ‘Just have to be patient.’
‘Why does this always have to happen to us?’ Ruth moaned in frustration.
‘Ruth, you are not helping,’ her mother said sharply.
‘Ruth, you are not helping,’ Ruth mimicked.
‘Watch yourself, my girl,’ said her father.
Ruth shrugged as though she couldn’t care less and walked off towards the bridge. She was so angry that if another car had come past she would have hailed it and tried to get a ride back to the city. As it was, there was no other traffic at all. Ruth leaned on the white wooden railing of Happy Chance Bridge and fumed to herself. Why did this have to happen on the one day when she really needed to be home at a certain time? She looked at her watch and sighed. It was nearly six, the time she was meant to turn up at Lou’s house for the sleepover. Everyone in the whole year wanted an invitation to Lou’s place and she’d finally cracked it. Now look where she was! On a bridge in the middle of nowhere! She didn’t even have Lou’s number to ring to explain what had happened. The darkness was creeping in around her.
When she got back to the car, Marcus and her parents were standing to one side staring morosely at the busted tyre. Ruth opened the back door, about to join her little brother who was playing on the back seat. But she stopped in shock when she saw what he was playing with. Paul must have spied Rodney at the top of her bag and taken him out.
‘Stop!’ Ruth yelled. ‘Give him to me now, Paul!’
‘Oh, let him play with it, Ruthie,’ Mrs Craze said. ‘It keeps him occupied.’
‘No!’
‘He’s not hurting it.’ Her father tried to grab her arm to stop her getting into the car, but Ruth slipped out of his grasp and managed to snatch the rat away from her little brother.
Paul started howling.
‘You are such a pain, Ruth,’ Marcus said, glaring at her. ‘Why can’t you let him play with it? He wasn’t hurting it.’
‘Rodney’s mine!’
‘You’re too old for that stupid rat anyway,’ Marcus sneered. ‘Kids your age don’t play with toys like that. You should give it to Paul.’
‘Why don’t you go and … and try out a new hairstyle,’ Ruth shouted. ‘Pretty boy!’
She’d walked in on Marcus in the bathroom that morning. He’d been preening, and hadn’t known she was there. She’d watched him as he turned his head this way and that, put on a smile and then a sultry frown.
‘Hi, handsome,’ she’d jeered.
She had stayed long enough to see him turn beetroot red before she ran out again.
Now, Marcus made a swift grab for the rat; suddenly it was his.
‘How much do you love him, Ruthie?’ He dangled Rodney by the tail just out of her reach. ‘Tell us all how much you really love him.’
‘Give him back!’ Ruth screamed.
But Marcus was enjoying himself too much. Every time she got near him he pulled away. Back and forth they went, shouting at each other, circling the car.
‘Mum! Dad!’ she yelled. ‘Tell Marcus to give him to me!’
‘Marcus!’ Mr Craze bellowed.
Just then a yellow car appeared some distance away. It looked like the roadside-service vehicle and both of Ruth’s parents turned away to watch it approach, their attention diverted.
‘Looks like them.’
‘They were quicker than I thought they’d be.’
That was all Marcus needed to up the ante. He began to dance backwards towards the bridge.
Ruth blundered along after him, her panic rising to a new level.
‘Old ratty wants a swim!’ Marcus was on the bridge now, laughing and holding the rat up to his ear, appearing to listen. ‘Yep, he says he wants a swim! We’d better do what he wants, eh, Ruth?’
‘Marcus!’
Both her parents’ backs were turned, and she couldn’t even hear what her brother was saying now. That’s when it happened. Everything inside Ruth stopped as she watched Rodney fly like a bird for just a few seconds, up in a high arc against the darkening sky, and then ever so slowly descend into the river. She watched in suspended horror as the rat was pulled downstream by the current and began to disappear from sight. Only then did she move. Down she ran as fast as she could towards the river, catching one glimpse of her brother’s shocked face on her way.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean …’ Marcus was running after her. ‘Hey, look, I didn’t mean to let go.’
Ruth was only a few metres away from the bank now. She didn’t care that she wasn’t a very good swimmer. She would jump in and fish him out because … she had to. He would drown. He would die. He would be lost forever. There was no alternative. Ruth slipped out of her coat and wrenched off her shoes.
‘Don’t be stupid!’ Marcus was frantic now. ‘Listen, I’m sorry.’
But she didn’t stop.
‘Ruth!
’ She had almost reached the water when Marcus caught her around the waist and held on.
Struggling and screaming to be let go, Ruth’s last image of Rodney was a small bro
wn dot heading rapidly downstream.
* * *
Once the wheel was fixed, the whole family searched the riverbank for the rat. But it was useless and they all knew it. It was too dark.
‘We’ll come back, Ruth,’ her mother said on the way home. ‘He might be caught nearby in a little eddy or backwater. You never know. We’ll come back and have a good look in daylight.’
Ruth gave no indication that she’d heard and she looked out the window into the blackness for the whole trip home. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, it was so terrible. What was she going to say to Mary Ellen?
‘What’s an eddy, Mum?’ Paul asked.
But his mother didn’t reply.
6
‘Did you go back?’ Howard asked.
Ruth shook her head.
They were sitting in the front room by the heater.
‘My aunt was in hospital when it happened, and straight after that she got much worse and we couldn’t go anywhere.’
‘I reckon you should go back there today.’
‘But months have gone by.’
‘Rodney’s a clever rat, right?’
Ruth laughed. He was a clever rat. It was ridiculous, but she really appreciated Howard’s attitude. He wasn’t being a smart alec. He was totally serious and that meant a lot.
‘Yeah.’
‘A clever rat might go back to where he last saw you,’ Howard said. ‘In fact, he might be waiting for you.’
‘You reckon?’ Ruth gulped, took a deep breath and stood up. She felt alternately sick and exhilarated by what Howard was saying.
‘But how would I get there?’ she said.
Howard looked around at the old computer in the corner of the room. ‘Got internet?’
Ruth nodded. Within only a few minutes he’d got the information she needed and had written it out for her in his untidy scrawl. A tram into the city and then a train to Geelong. From there a short bus trip. Then she’d have to walk for a few kilometres down the back road to the bridge.
‘How long do you think it will take?’
‘Depends on the connections, but if you get going now you’ll have time and there’ll be some daylight left to get back. You got money to buy the ticket?’
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