Free Ashes by Haunted Computer Books Page B

now. They weren't bronze when I wore them.
    I knew Sung Li was mad about being moved,
maybe just because Daddy had touched her. Her eyes burned with all
that light they had soaked up over the years. But Daddy didn't
notice, he just hummed his little hum and tilted his head back to
make sure the gnome was centered on the shelf. Then he closed the
door and I saw Mom hide the key under the showcase.
    After they were gone, I tiptoed to the case
and felt under the bottom edge until I found the key. I heard the
front door slam and then heard Daddy start his car and drive away,
back to work or wherever he stayed all day until dark. Mom was
messing with the laundry downstairs. I put the key in the lock and
turned it. The whole front of the case opened up, and it squeaked
like a door in a haunted house.
    I reached out to touch Sung Li, and my hand
was trembling. She was so pretty, even when she was mad about being
moved. Her lips were shining in the little bit of sunshine. Then I
couldn't help myself, I had to feel her smooth skin, even if it
meant her value would go down and Mom would be mad at me. I touched
her secret lips and they were cold, cold like a popsicle, cold like
the sidewalk in winter when you lay the back of your head against
it.
    I felt her soft black hair that was smoothed
behind her head. I touched her robe with all its folds and tiny
stitches. I rubbed that little pinch of a nose. I picked her
up.
    I thought she would be made out of that hard
stuff they make plates out of. But only her head was. The rest must
have been stuffed with rags or cotton or something like that. When
I picked her up with my hand around her skinny waist, her head
flopped over and banged against the bronze shoes. The showcase
rattled and I was afraid Mom would hear it even over the noise of
the washer.
    I quick put my hand around Sung Li's head. I
felt a sharp pain. I pulled my fingers out from under her hair and
there was blood on them. Her head had cracked.
    My heart must have skipped at least two
beats. I was afraid Mom would be mad because Sung Li's value had
gone down and Daddy would give me one of his special spankings. And
I was afraid that Sung Li wouldn't love me after that.
    Isn't that funny, how you love somebody but
you end up breaking them?
    But Sung Li's eyes weren't mad anymore. They
just looked off over my shoulder and soaked up the sunshine. That's
when I heard Mom coming up the stairs. I leaned Sung Li back
against the bronze shoes and closed the case.
    I think I was breathing again by then because
I could see fog on the glass. I put the key back in its hiding
place, and that's when I remembered that I hadn't locked the case.
But I thought maybe I could do that later, if Mom didn't notice
that I'd messed with anything. It almost looked exactly the same as
before. The crack in Sung Li's head was hidden by her hair.
    But one thing I knew Mom would notice. The
dust on the shelves. Daddy had been real careful when he set Sung
Li there on the lower shelf. But I was in such a hurry to pick her
up, I had wiped a clean trail where Sung Li's robe had brushed
across the wood. And one thing I had learned from watching dust
settle all those times, you just can't hurry dust.
    My tummy felt like it had a stone in it. When
Mom reached the hall, she asked me why I was so pale. She said I
was as white as a China doll. She felt my forehead and said I might
be getting a fever. She was so worried that she forgot to look in
the case.
    She tucked me in and then Daddy came later
and tucked me in twice. After he left, I stared up at the ceiling
in the dark and thought I could see Sung Li's eyes. Even when I
thought I was asleep, I still saw those eyes. And my head hurt. And
the eyes got bigger and bigger until they filled up everything. And
then it was like I was looking through Sung Li's eyes. You know how
you get a fever and things get mixed up?
    That's how I was feeling. How could my eyes
feel cold and glassy and big like that when I was asleep?