Free The Whole World by Emily Winslow Page A

spoke to Nick,” she went on. “He wasn’t angry at you. He just didn’t understand why you’d reacted the way you—”
    “You told him?” I was incredulous. This was outrageous. “You told him?”
    “It’s all right, darling, he understood.” She smiled instead of steeling herself against a blow. How little she herself understood.
    It’s like she’d brought it with her in her suitcase and set it free. It was sniffing me now, nipping at me. It was dripping its spit on my feet. It was curling around me with a loyalty I would never be able to escape. I’d left it behind on purpose, to starve without care, and she’d dragged it across the ocean.
    “You had no right to tell anyone!” I screeched. “You had no right!” I pounded at her chest while she tried to pull me into an embrace. We were locked a few inches apart, too close to punch as hard as I wanted to, too far to stop me from trying. “You had no right!” Keene’s arm slipped between us.
    A porter emerged and commanded us to stop. Richard inserted his other arm and firmly parted us. I took one step back.
    Mom spun out against the wall as if he’d tossed her. She covered her face and cowered there. Passersby stood in the rain to stare. I panicked for a moment that, in the midst of everything else, someone with a cellphone would call the police.
    So it seemed perfectly reasonable that, suddenly, a policeman was there. “Hi, Morris,” I said, still catching my breath.
    “Hello, Polly.” He nodded at me with formality. Then he turned toward my mother.
    “My mom and I were just having an argument. It’s not a big deal,” I explained.
    “Polly, step aside, please,” he said. Then he repeated that I should step aside, so I did.
    “Miranda Bailey, I’d like you to come with us,” he began.
    Mom brushed her hair with her hands. She wiped under her eyes.
    “You don’t need to do that,” I said to him, as if he were taking Mom away for harassing me.
    “Polly, get back,” he said sharply.
    Dr. Keene tried to intervene. “Is this really necessary?” he hissed at the policeman.
    For a moment everyone held still. I pressed back against the message board on the wall.
    Morris squared his shoulders to Dr. Keene.
    “It’s all right, Polly,” Mom said firmly. “The Inspector knows I’m happy to answer any additional questions he may have.”
    Morris kept looking at Dr. Keene, waiting for him to back down, but he didn’t. “Mrs. Bailey,” Dr. Keene said to my mom, but looking directly back at Morris, “would you like me to come with you?”
    “No!” I said. “No, she doesn’t have to go….”
    “Polly,” Mom said firmly. “I’m happy to help.” She took Morris’s arm like they were going to the theater. He passed her off to a uniformed officer. She said to Dr. Keene, “Thank you, but I’ll be all right.”
    “Sorry, Polly,” Morris said quietly.
    Dr. Keene grabbed Morris’s arm. I couldn’t believe it. I think it’s really important not to touch a policeman. I pulled on Keene to make him stop. I wanted to protect him. I hadn’t jumped up for my mother, but here I was jumping for him.
    “I can take it from here, Dr. Keene,” Morris said, shaking him off. “Take a step back, Richard.” I thought, How did he know his name?
    “Did you really need to do it this way, Morris? In front of her daughter?”
    Morris wagged his head back and forth, then laughed, which was horrid.
    “You do your job, Richard, and I’ll do mine. Come along,” he said to the officer. They had a car parked nearby.
    “How could you?” I shouted, and I meant, How could you laugh? How could he have a personal squabble about it?
    “I’ll be fine,” Mom mouthed at me. I’d forgotten about her for a moment. I’d made myself forget.
    I turned and ran the other direction, into the courtyard. First court, second court, around Pepys Library and into the Fellows’ Garden. Some of the colleges are fussy about their Fellows’ Gardens, but Magdalene’s