by Lori Olding
Table of Contents
Copyright
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
The Origami Nun
By Lori Olding
Copyright 2014 Lori Olding
Cover Copyright 2014 by Untreed Reads Publishing
Cover Design by Ginny Glass
Previously published in print, 2012.
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The Origami Nun
By Lori Olding
Chapter One
When Ruth was seven years old, her Great-Aunt Alice gave her an origami nun for her birthday. Ruth had other presents too: an art box full of different colour paints and ten brushes in different sizes; a red and yellow Swatch watch; a charm bracelet; and a set of children’s books, including Charlotte’s Web, which was her favourite. Ruth was the sort of child who didn’t mind reading books again. That was part of the fun of them.
But the origami nun made her smile the most. She wasn’t large. In fact she was very small, about twice as tall as Ruth’s thumb, and no wider. She was angular and made with stiff paper that was black on the outside and white on the inside. Ruth could see this by the edge of white under the nun’s face. She didn’t want to take the nun apart to find out for sure, but that was what she thought as she turned the present over and over in her hands.
When Great-Aunt Alice saw how happy Ruth was with the nun, that made her smile too. Whenever Great-Aunt Alice smiled, her skin would crease up into a pattern of wrinkles and her eyes would seem to disappear. That always made Ruth laugh, silently, which must be catching as soon Great-Aunt Alice laughed too, and after that the room was full of the sound of her great-aunt’s giggling and the crinkly snap and sigh of wrapping paper.
“Do you like the nun then, my darling?” Great-Aunt Alice asked and Ruth smiled and nodded so hard she felt that her head might fall off.
She didn’t answer in words. For the fact of the matter was that Ruth couldn’t speak. She was dumb. If she needed to say something she would use mime or write things down. Ruth was quick at writing and most people were happy to wait for her to finish. Only a few walked away. Also, she didn’t have anything wrong with her hearing and it was funny how often people who didn’t know her didn’t understand that. They thought dumb meant deaf or stupid, or maybe both. Ruth didn’t much like those people. She was glad when they walked away.
Ruth looked at the nun again. She held her carefully in her hands so she wouldn’t crumple her. How beautiful she was. So calm and so still. Maybe the nun was from a silent order? Great-Aunt Alice had told her about those, and Ruth liked the idea that adults could do things where they didn’t have to talk. Because sometimes she thought the whole world was full of talking and she knew she would never be part of that, because of being dumb. Just at that moment, the sun shone through her bedroom window and she was certain that the nun winked at her. Even though she didn’t have any eyes, or none that Ruth could see.
She pointed at the nun and looked up at her great-aunt.
“I’m so glad you like her,” said Great-Aunt Alice. “She was a pleasure to make for you, and really in many ways she made herself. She’s special, you see.”
Great-Aunt Alice loved origami and would spend hours folding paper into impossible shapes. In the past she had made frogs and swans, salt-and-pepper pots and tractors, cottages and telescopes. Ruth loved to watch her making them and had even made some herself, but they were never as good as her great-aunt’s. She wasn’t sure her fingers were the right shape, being short and stubby compared to long and thin. But she kept on trying and that was what counted most of all.
Ruth wondered if she should tell her great-aunt about the nun winking but decided to wait until later. She wanted to see if the nun would do it again.
First of all, she had to eat her birthday breakfast. It was part of the fun of the day and something her great-aunt and she had already talked about. So she washed quickly and put on her clothes while Great-Aunt Alice combed her hair and dealt with the daily problem of her hairpins.
Nobody else Ruth knew had so many hairpins as her great-aunt. They were scattered across the dressing-table and the carpet, they could be found in the drawers and hidden in the duvet too. Once Ruth had even found one behind the photograph of Great-Uncle Robert on the wall when she’d been looking for secret hiding places. She hadn’t found one of those, but she’d found the lost hairpin. It had held fast to her finger while she climbed down from the chair, and she had removed it and placed it back amongst its friends on the dressing table, all sparkling and golden. She hoped it wouldn’t get lost again.
So on this special day, Ruth pulled on her clothes as quickly as possible, remembering to place the origami nun carefully into her skirt pocket. She then ran to her great-aunt’s room. There, she sat down on what her great-aunt called the “lazy seat” and watched as she pinned up her hair.
Every day the look was different, Ruth was sure of that. Sometimes her great-aunt made her hair into a high tower and sometimes into a big bun at the back of her head, sometimes she made it into a tulip shape and sometimes into a plait. Great-Aunt Alice could do all these things because her hair was very straight, very white and, most important of all, very long. It grew all the way down to her bottom and when she had it loose she could even sit on it, which Ruth always found amazing. When her great-aunt was a young girl, her hair had been a deep golden colour, and Ruth knew that was true as she’d seen the photographs in the big album kept in their living room. It had only turned to white when Great-Uncle Robert had died, something that had happened long before Ruth was born.
Ruth’s own hair was a dull brown colour and naturally curly, and never grew very long. This was sad in some ways, like being unable to talk, but there were some things you could never change about yourself and therefore had to learn to love. That’s what Great-Aunt Alice said anyway. Ruth was still learning that lesson, though she had to admit that not spending a lot of time on her hair gave her more time for other things, like thinking and practising her origami. And not being able to talk meant she saw things more clearly, like the blue and pink of dawn skies, the sparkling dance of the streams in the park, and the glittering black of the blackbird who lived in the garden. In fact, now that she thought about it, the origami nun reminded her of the blackbird. Maybe that was why she already loved her so much.
Today, Great-Aunt Alice smiled at Ruth in the mirror and began arranging her hair in Ruth’s favourite design—a thick white plait curled round and round on the back of her head. First her long fingers plaited her hair from the top to the very bottom and then secured it all with a pink elastic band, not a strand out of place. Then s
he began twisting the hair round at the back of her head and securing it with her precious hairpins every few seconds. The gold pins shone out against her silver hair. Finally it was done, a great mound of hair and pins that looked like a sparkler on fireworks night. Ruth smiled and pointed. She thought how pretty her great-aunt looked and hoped one day she might be that pretty too.
After that, the two of them walked downstairs to the kitchen. Ruth loved the bright yellow cabinets and the bright yellow table. They made her feel happy and full of sunshine. Usually she helped her great-aunt get the breakfast things ready. Great-Aunt Alice made toast, and Ruth put the butter, jam and marmalade on the table, along with the mug and plates, knives and teaspoons. She liked making things look neat. On schooldays, like today, they always had a boiled egg, but Ruth didn’t like making her toast into soldiers for dunking into the egg yolk. She loved the tangy taste of orange marmalade on her toast instead. It was her great-aunt who loved the yolk.
Today was different. It was her birthday so Ruth could choose something special. She sat in her chair, the one with the picture of a smiling cat on the back, and thought about what she should eat. Great-Aunt Alice stood near the kettle and waited.
Ruth didn’t want to rush as the decision was a big one. Grown-ups were always telling her that breakfast should never be missed, and a birthday breakfast was even more important, so she had to get it right. But she didn’t want to keep her great-aunt waiting, so after a few moments she smiled and pointed at the cupboard with the muffins. She knew they were there as she’d seen Great-Aunt Alice make them yesterday. They were blueberry, her favourites. Soon, a slab of golden butter joined the muffins on the table, and the orange juice that her great-aunt also made herself, and of course the toast and marmalade. A perfect birthday breakfast. It made Ruth smile, and all the more as she knew she’d need to keep a special memory of it with her during the day.
Her great-aunt sat with her as they ate their special meal, but she also made herself a mug of black coffee. Ruth hated coffee. She thought it tasted bitter, like mud, and she was more than happy with her fruit juice. Every now and then Great-Aunt Alice would hum a few snatches of songs she’d learnt in her own childhood. Ruth knew the names of them by heart, though she couldn’t make the noises: Elvis Presley’s Heartbreak Hotel; the Beatles’ Hey Jude; and, her great-aunt’s favourite, the Carpenters’ Top of the World. Ruth loved the last song best as the tune made her feel like dancing. The other two were more wintry. There was also a funny song that Great-Aunt Alice liked to sing that went like this:
Old Tom Cat sat on the wall,
his feet were full of blisters.
He picked his nose with a rusty nail
and the wind went through his whiskers.
That one always made Ruth laugh silently because it was rude. Soon, her face was smeared with butter as she bit into her blueberry muffins and there were toast crumbs all over the table. Great-Aunt Alice blew the crumbs at Ruth who made a funny face and blew them back.
From there, the game began. Great-Aunt blew the crumbs again and Ruth blew them back a second time, and they did this over and over again until the crumbs were a mixed-up pattern right in the middle of the table. Ruth knew the game was over when Great-Aunt Alice sat up straight and stared at the crumbs. This was the sign for Ruth to be as still as the smallest mouse in the garden and wait for her great-aunt to speak. Because Great-Aunt Alice read toast crumbs the way other grown-ups read tea-leaves, but Ruth knew exactly which one she believed.
“There will be a great joy today,” Great-Aunt said, “followed by sorrow, and then joy. There will be darkness and light, and there will be goodness too, from an unexpected place.”
She stopped, but Ruth waited. She knew there would be more and, sure enough, it wasn’t long in coming.
“Celebrations,” her great-aunt continued. “A very special one, but we know what that means, don’t we, my dear? Your birthday. Then a terrible fight, but it won’t be long before it’s over, and then there will be a surprising gift. That’s good. Gifts are perfect for birthdays. For a while everything will be dark, then the light will arrive, and that’s when the goodness happens. A very special sort of goodness, from…”
She stopped again. Ruth leaned over the table and tapped her great-aunt’s arm, which was her special sign for asking someone to pay attention to her or to carry on what they were doing, but Great-Aunt Alice smiled and shook her head.
“Oh no, my dear,” she said. “You can’t find out about that until it happens. It’s a secret, a good one not a bad one, and if you knew what it was, then it wouldn’t be a secret, would it?”
Just as she finished speaking, the origami nun in Ruth’s pocket jumped and Ruth gasped. When she took out the tiny figure, she was sure the nun was smiling but when she blinked and looked again, she could see nothing odd about it. It was a nun made of card, that was all.
Great-Aunt Alice harrumphed, but in a jokey way, not in a way that meant Ruth was in trouble.
“I don’t know,” she said. “You young people, you should really pay more attention to what’s in front of your nose. The world is full of magic and wonder, and we must never forget it. But come on, you have to get to school even though it’s your birthday and I have to have time to make your special tea. So shake a leg and don’t shilly-shally, all of life’s ahead so don’t dilly-dally!”
Chapter Two
Ruth was still humming her great-aunt’s little song in her head as they walked together to school. Their usual route took them up the short garden path lined with red and yellow rose bushes. Ruth breathed in deeply and the scent made her smile. The origami nun nestled deep in her pocket and that made her smile again. Once through the garden gate, Great-Aunt Alice and Ruth turned left and headed down the road. The walk to school took ten minutes and Ruth always enjoyed it. She liked the feel of her small hand in her great-aunt’s larger one and she liked how the neighbours they met on the way would wish them both good morning. Except for old Mr. Brown on the corner. He lived in a house that was dark and had shutters. Ruth didn’t like shutters and whenever he met them, he would simply nod. He wouldn’t even smile at Ruth, who tended to hang back and hide behind her great-aunt’s skirts when he was there anyway. Great-Aunt Alice would hold her hand extra tightly and then give her a big hug when Mr. Brown walked off. No matter how many times her great-aunt would tell her Mr. Brown meant no harm and it was just his way, Ruth still felt the same. She thought she always would.
This morning they didn’t meet anyone, and Ruth felt sad as she’d hoped they’d wish her a happy birthday on her special day. But never mind, the sky was bright and she could hear the thrush who lived in the hedge five doors down piping her morning song. Ruth had only glimpsed the bird twice as the thrush was very shy, nearly as shy as Ruth was when she met Mr. Brown, but the song was beautiful. She loved the smell of the air fresh from rain that had fallen in the night and the way her shoes clip-clip-clopped on the pavement. Most of all she loved the smell of her great-aunt’s lemony perfume and the way her hand held Ruth’s.
It all helped to stop her thinking about school. Because Ruth really hated school.
She’d only been going to her new school for two terms as she’d moved in with her great-aunt after her grandmother and mother had died last year. One day her mother and grandmother had been here and the next day they had not. She wasn’t worried about her father as he’d died before she was born. Now all she had was Great-Aunt Alice, but she loved her and it was enough. Ruth was determined she and her great-aunt would be together for ever. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
The only horrible thing was her school. Ruth had had friends at the school she’d been to before. Lots of friends. She knew Bobby who couldn’t read but who was really good at ball games, Carol who ran around a lot during class but who drew beautiful pictures, and Eva who couldn’t talk properly because of her stammer and who bit grown-ups when she was upset. Ruth had been best friends with Eva, maybe because neither of the
m could talk properly, and she missed her the most, though she thought the biting was strange. Ruth certainly didn’t want to bite anyone and she knew Great-Aunt Alice wouldn’t like it if she did. So she had no intention of starting.
Yes, Ruth had enjoyed her old school, but her new school was not like that. Everyone went there and you didn’t have to have something different about you. She thought the children here weren’t as nice and, as she and her great-aunt came nearer to the school, her steps became smaller and she hung back in the shadow of Great-Aunt Alice’s skirts.
“Come on, darling,” her great-aunt whispered. “I know you can be brave and, who knows, things might not be how you expect today. It is your birthday after all.”
Ruth wasn’t sure that would change anything, no matter how special the day. She stared up at the building and felt her heart beat faster. Her new school was an old red-brick building which when she arrived on her first morning her teacher, Mrs. Easting, had told her was Victorian. Ruth knew what that meant as she wasn’t stupid even though she couldn’t speak, but Mrs. Easting had taken her to one side and explained it to her while Ruth smiled. The children had giggled at her when she sat down at an empty chair at the front, and the nearest girl had reached over and pinched her. Ruth squirmed away but was too frightened to pinch back. The girl’s name was Lorraine.
Now she thought that not pinching back might have been where she’d gone wrong.
Today, her birthday, she couldn’t see Lorraine but she knew she’d be somewhere around, waiting for Ruth. Great-Aunt Alice stood at the school railings and gently eased Ruth inside the playground. A few groups of children were standing around, but Ruth paid them no attention. She knew better than to look at them. If she tried to, they’d just turn away, and Ruth didn’t like that. It made her feel stupid. Just because she couldn’t talk, it didn’t mean she was weird or anything.
“Now, have a good day, my darling, and I’ll be here later for your birthday tea. Don’t forget to remind your classmates as there’ll be plenty for everyone. But, most of all, always remember I love you.”
