Find a Stranger, Say Goodbye

by Lois Lowry

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  "Were almost there, Nancy. "

  "Almost where, to the Readers Digest? You havent even written the book yet. "

  "Almost to Simmons Mills. Just over the top of this hill. Look. "

  She slowed the car at the top of the hill, and they looked down. There was the town again, unchanged: the small main street beside the river, the gray buildings huddled in the cleared rectangle carved from the vast forest, the blur of paper mill smoke thick from its tall chimney, discoloring the sky.

  "Thats where I was born," said Natalie.

  "Wow," said Nancy softly. "I mean, wow. "

  35

  NATALIE WENT to the hospital alone, leaving Nancy at Mrs. Talbots, perched on a kitchen stool with her feet twisted around its rungs, watching Anna Talbot make brownies for the church fair.

  "Ill wait here," Nancy had said. "I hate hospitals. And he wont want to see me anyway. Just you. "

  "Tell him Anna sends best regards," Mrs. Talbot had said, and confided, "I sent him a card last week. Of course, the nurses may not have told him who it came from. They do that sometimes; nurses can be so secretive. You ask him, dear, if he got my card, wont you?"

  "Certainly," Natalie had lied, and walked along the quiet, tidy main street of Simmons Mills to the hospital where Clarence Therrian was dying. She saw the town now through Julies eyes. She saw the teen-agers, standing on the corner by the drugstore, laughing in a small group, who came to an abrupt silence and averted their eyes as she walked past; they had done that, once, to the pretty young girl from another city who came to Simmons Mills and couldnt find a way to make friends. Who wore her socks up; or was it down? Today none of them had socks on at all. They wore sneakers, sandals, or were in bare feet. It didnt matter. If Julie had arrived at Simmons Mills today, she would still have been out of place; they would have lapsed into silence as she walked past, would have looked the other way. And Julie, young, vulnerable, hurt, would not have known to smile, to joke with them, to search for some place of common laughter and circumstances where they could have been friends.

  "Hey," said Natalie suddenly to the tall, thin, arrogant-lipped boy balancing himself, rocking back and forth, on a garish motor bike in front of the drugstore. "Thats a cool bike. "

  He looked over at her and grinned shyly. The hostile arrogance fell away from his face. "Yeah," he acknowledged proudly. "I got it for graduation. Man, can it go. "

  The boys grouped nearby laughed. "Varrroooom," they said in unison, mimicking the sound of the bike. "You should see him. Hes a speed freak, man. "

  "Wanna ride?" the boy asked her. "I wont go too fast. "

  Natalie laughed. "No thanks," she said. "I have to go someplace. Its a terrific bike, though. "

  She walked on, and they waved casually to her.

  Damn, thought Natalie. Why didnt you try, Julie? They didnt really care how you wore your socks, or your hair. If you had just smiled. Joked with them. Tried to find out what kind of people they were.

  And if you had? Natalie smiled. Where would I be? Nowhere. She walked on.

  Doctor Therrian looked, thought Natalie suddenly as she stood beside his bed, like a rag doll left behind in the yard of a summer cottage after the August occupants had gone: discolored by rain, faded by sun, drained by the passage of time and by being forgotten. She felt like the child who had made a long trip back to find something she loved. The ravages didnt matter, because it was still there; that was the important thing.

  "Doc," she said softly, calling him by the name Julie had; but he didnt move. The eyes were closed in his gray, wasted face. But he breathed. Quietly; evenly. She sat down beside his bed and took his hand.

  "Doc. Its Natalie. Do you remember? Im Julies daughter. Im the one who was born here, to Julie Jeffries, and to Terry. "

  Quietly his breaths came, and the hand in hers was very still. She rubbed it gently, feeling the bones and veins through the loose gray shroud of skin.

  "I came before, Doc, and you thought I was Julie. I look like her. I have blue eyes the way Julie does.

  "You helped me find her. She lives in New York, now, and is happy. She has two beautiful little boys.

  "And she told me about you. How you helped her, when she was so young and so scared. She could never have gotten through that summer without you, Doc. You must have known that. You used to come to see her. You pretended they were medical visits; but it was just to talk, wasnt it, Doc? You knew how frightened she was. "

  He didnt move. The lines in his face were like the furrows she had seen in the fields at the beginning of summer; like the deep primordial cracks in the glacial rocks of the mountains she had seen from the road to Simmons Mills.

  "And it was because I was your grandchild, wasnt it, Doc? Julie told me that you cried, too, when the lawyer took me away.

  "But I came back to tell you that you did the right thing. Maybe youve wondered about that all these years. But Ive had a happy life, Doc. I have a family, the best kind of family, and next month Im going to college. Im going to be a doctor, like you, and like my father.

  "The only thing I never had was a grandfather. At least I thought I didnt. When Julie told me that you were my grandfather—well, its why I came back. "

  She stroked his hand. His quiet breathing didnt change.

  "I want to tell you something else, Doc," she said finally. "That Im sorry about your son. You must have loved him very much, even though he made some mistakes. It must have been so hard, losing him.

  "But you have me, still," she said, holding his fragile hand against her cheek. "Im so glad I found you, Doc, so that I could say goodbye. "

  She kissed his hand, put it down, and left him there, with whatever he had heard, whatever he remembered, and whatever he was dreaming.

  36

  KAY ARMSTRONG was ironing in front of the television, watching an afternoon quiz program as she attacked a heavy linen tablecloth with the iron.

  "Mom, youre incredibly bourgeois sometimes," said Natalie, peeling the fuzzy exterior of a peach carefully with her teeth. "Classy people never watch quiz programs. "

  "Classy people eat peaches with small polished silver forks. If youre going to stay in this room you have to be quiet. Im winning everything on this program. "

  "I want to tell you something," said Natalie, slurping as she bit into the peach.

  "Shhhh. Ive won a sewing machine and a wig and a years supply of something, I forget what. "

  "What did you have to answer to win the sewing machine?"

  "The capital of Albania. "

  "Ha. You dont know that. Nobody knows the capital of Albania. "

  "I do. That dreadful lady with the big teeth and bleached hair didnt, and she really wanted the sewing machine, too. "

  "What is it? The capital of Albania?"

  Her mother grinned. "Ill never tell. Youre dripping on your shirt. "

  Natalie wiped her shirt with her paper napkin. "Can you quit watching that show for a minute? I want to tell you something. "

  Kay Armstrong sighed and turned the television off. "It had better be important. They were going to give away a sports car on the last question. "

  "Thats all wed need. Youd be drag racing down at the supermarket parking lot. I wanted to tell you that I found the woman who gave birth to me. "

  They looked at each other. Natalie wiped the peach juice from her chin and smiled.

  "You mean you really found your mother, Natalie?"

  Natalie shook her head slowly. "That wasnt what I said. I said I found the woman who gave birth to me. Youre my mother. "

  "Tirana. "

  "What?"

  "Tirana," said her mother again. "Its the capital of Albania. You can have the sewing machine I just won. "

  "Want a bite of my peach?"

  They shared what was left of the dripping peach, slurped in unison, and laughed.

  37

  TALLIE WAS ALL packed and ready to return to Ox Island. Natalie stoo
d on the front porch and looked around her with a grin at her grandmothers things; packing, for Tallie, consisted of flinging scarves, bracelets, sandals, books, and her odd assortments of clothing into several canvas bags. Then she arranged the disorder at the open top of each bag carefully, so that the disarray took on a kind of precise symmetry. Today the Armstrongs porch was a still life of Tallies leavetaking.

  Everybodys going away, thought Natalie sadly.

  Pauls going next week, and he and I will have to figure out some sort of goodbye to say to each other. The kind of goodbye that covers over the fact that were not as close as we were when school ended, but that leaves open the possibility that we may be again, someday. Well kid around a lot, not say the things we both want to, promise to write letters that neither of us will write, joke about things from the past that arent as important as we once thought they were, and give each other a big hug that makes up for everything else.

  Becky and Gretchen will go, and when we say goodbye well probably cry, all three of us, but the tears wont mean anything more than: Hey; it was fun being friends. Lets stay friends even though our lives are going in different directions now.

  Nancy appeared on the porch, barefoot, scratching a mosquito bite on one leg with her opposite foot. Behind her, Tallie came through the screen door with her hands full of last-minute treasures to take back to the island. She surveyed her bags with a critical look, and rearranged a paisley scarf on the top of one so that its silk folds draped artfully against the faded canvas handle of the bag. On top of the scarf Tallie placed a book of Yeats poetry; then she inspected the effect, wrinkled her nose, removed the book, and arranged a folded blue sweater in its place.

  "There," said Tallie with satisfaction, looking at the bag. She tucked the small volume of poetry into the wide pocket of her woven shawl.

  Natalie and Nancy watched her affectionately and shook their heads.

  "Tallie," said Natalie, "youre amazing. When I pack, I fold every single thing neatly and put it in a suitcase as if I were doing a jigsaw puzzle. The underwear in one section, and the shoes someplace else, and the jewelry all carefully in its own special box—"

  "Did your mother teach you to do that?" Tallie looked surprised. "Goodness. I never taught her. I wonder how these things come about. "

  "No," said Natalie ruefully. "My mother travels the way you do. Like a gypsy. And Nancy—"

  Nancy groaned. "Oh, dont even talk about the way I pack. I couldnt possibly do it the way Mom and Tallie do because Id end up with shoes that didnt match and Id forget half of what I wanted to take. So I try to be neat, like Nat. But I find myself anyway, two days later, with everything thrown in upside-down. Its a good thing I hardly ever go anyplace, because Id probably wind up stealing hotel towels without meaning to. Id just roll everything in a ball, toss it in my suitcase, and when I unpacked, Id discover I was a thief. "

  "Not a thief," said Natalie. "Just a slob. "

  "Okay. A slob, then. "

  "A good-hearted slob, of course. "

  "Yeah. " Nancy grinned. "I wonder what makes us all so different, though. "