mother didnât move and Joey forced herself not to look up until her mother came and sat on the edge of the bed. âWhat was in your jacket?â
âNothing.â
âWas it a picture?â
Joey wondered how she knew some of the things she knew. âYes,â she answered.
âMay I see it?â
âWhat for?â
âIs it of the chimpanzee?â
âYes.â
Her mother shrugged. âI just want to see it.â
âSheâs not an it. Her nameâs Sukari.â
ââItâ referred to the picture, not the monk ⦠the ape.â
âYou wonât tear it up or anything?â
âWhy would I do that?â
Joey shrugged, then reached into the drawer in her nightstand, took the picture out from between two folded sheets of notebook paper, and handed it to her mother.
âIt lives in the house?â
Joey nodded, afraid to say anything.
âSheâs cute.â Ruth handed back the picture. âIâm sorry I yelled at you.â
âDid you?â Joey tried to smile.
Her mother gave a short snort of a laugh. âSometimes I forget you canât hear me.â
âI still hear your phantom voice, you know, but the tone never changes.â
âDo you understand why I donât want you going over to that manâs house?â
âNot really. I told you heâs old and really nice.â
âJoey, you donât have the experience to judge people. Look at Roxy.â
âShe didnât know that you didnât want me signing.â
âSheâs trash, Joey.â
âSheâs my friend.â
âI donât want to hear anything more about her or this old man and his monkey. Is that clear?â
âTotally.â Joey had listened to all of this she could stand. She crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes. The room fell silent. But the longer she waited, the worse the knot in her stomach got. When the pressure in her ears suddenly changed, she knew her mother had opened the door, but she waited until the shock wave of the door slamming passed through the wall and her headboard to her back before she relaxed and opened her eyes.
As soon as they left for the movie, Joey went and got the phone directory. She dialed Charlieâs number, then started to count aloud to ten so that if he picked up, heâd hear her voice. But before she reached ten, she felt the sting of tears. âCharlie, this is Joey Willis,â she said, regaining control. âMy mom says I canât come over anymore. She says Sukari might be dangerous, but thatâs not the real reason. Iâm not sure what it is but itâs not Sukari. I showed her the picture. Sheâs so little in the picture. Charlie, please come talk to my mother. No one understands me like you do. Iâve never had anyone to talk to before.â She paused for a second, trying to think of what else to say. âI had a nice time today.â
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Sunday morning came and went with no word from Charlie. By midday Joey was sure he hadnât gotten her message, that sheâd talked over a phone ringing in an empty house.
To pass the time, she straightened things, made the stack of magazines on the coffee table neater, and collected the newspapers from the last few days, folded them, and put them with the kindling. She used the little dustpan to sweep up around the woodstove. Her mother thanked her, but suspiciously, since it was not Joeyâs habit to keep house.
Eventually, she took a seat on the sofa opposite Rayâs chair and stared up the driveway. Under her breath, she hummed a mantraâ please come âover and over, rocking a little to the beat.
Ray was watching football. During a commercial he glanced at her and smiled. Twice heâd gone to the kitchen for a beer, stopping to massage her motherâs shoulders as she cooked Sunday dinner. While the commercial lasted,