little short-staffed today and Todd is one of our most senior villagers and a total gentleman. Okay, Todd?â
âYes.â
âMartine?â
Martine said nothing and instead slowly raised an arm, swiveled her middle finger towards her mouth and then stuck it between her lips and began sucking on it.
âShow her the grounds,â said Raykene to me, âthe gardens, the Main Hall, the woodshop and some of the other places she might be working. Introduce her to people, okay?â
âOkay,â I said.
âGreat!â said Raykene. âIâll meet you both back here in exactly one hour. We good?â she asked Martine.
Martine said nothing but stared at the ground and swayed, while holding her finger in her mouth. Finally to no one in particular she said, âNgggh!â softly. Raykene squinted at her for a second.
âIâm taking that as a yes,â she said and shook her head a little bit. Then she left, fanning herself with a hand. The door shut behind her with a hiss. Tommy Doon had gone that morning on an overnight to his parentsâ so there was no one in the house. I stood for a while listening to the sounds of water gurgling in pipes. Something ticked inside the wall like a clock.
âDo you talk?â I asked.
Martine took her middle finger out of her mouth. Her face looked tired.
âOnly if I want to,â she said.
âHello,â I said.
âI shouldnât be here,â she said.
âPayton is nice,â I said.
She looked at me with the eye.
âNo itâs not,â she said.
âAre there parts of the campus you want to see more than others?â I asked, because I remembered that this was what Ambassadors were supposed to say.
âIâm too high-functioning to be here, but my mother said I had to because I have intracââher mouth caught up on one sideââtable problems. But sheâs wrong, as usual.â
âWe have bingo every Friday night in the Main Hall,â I said.
âTheyâre hateful.â
âWho?â
âMy parents.â
âI wish my Momma was still alive,â I said.
âYouâve gotta be kidding.â
âI miss her.â
She snorted and rolled the one eye. âWhatâs your die?â
âMy what?â
âDiagnosis.â
âI have autism and anxiety disorder. Also Iâm developmentally disabled,â I said.
She shut her eye and in a fast, bored voice she said, âFirst they thought I was an Aspie, and then they thought I was an Addie. I had six different syndromes at the same time, plus being depressed. But it was all a lie anyway because they knew I had brain damage from being pushed out of a car when I was a girl.â
Her eye opened. âYouâre kinda fat.â
âWhat?â
âSo are you taking me on a tour or not?â
I couldnât follow what she was saying and I felt my head lightly moving to and fro as I tried to look at the words going by quickly, zoom.
âYes,â I said finally, âa tour.â
âOkay letâs go.â
We walked out the door and I began by slowly walking with her to the cottages. Each one had something special about it that you would only know if youâd been here a long time. She was staying in cottage number seven. It had a sewing machine in it. I told her that.
âI thought every cottage had a sewing machine,â she said. âWhat does yours have thatâs special?â
âA back door,â I said, âand a big TV.â
We cut across the main lawn to the library. It was a little darkened building and I turned on the lights.
âOut the windows you can see Peace Cottage,â I said, âwhere if youâre high-functioning you stay and maybe even work at McDonaldâs.â
She looked at me with her one gray eye.
âDo I seem disturbed to you?â she said.
âI donât know.â
âMy father thinks