thought the tree was prettier in real life, although, until that very moment, she hadnât realized how lovely the tree actually was. It was as if the drawing itself was whispering,
Take another look
.
Manny stepped in front of the children. âIâm not sure I like it that youâre drawing us, man,â he said.
You had to look closely but, sure enough, around the drawingâs tree trunk were the shaded outlines of four people. And a tiny, blurry person in the treeâs swing.
âHere, itâs yours,â said the man, ripping the page from his pad. He handed the drawing to Manny.
While all this had been going on, Ruff had been digging furiously in the same spot Ali had found the heart-shaped stone.
The man took in a sharp breath, and said, âYour dog has found something.â
He strode to the far end of the lot where Ruff had dug his hole. Ali, Leandra, and Bunny/Bonita followed. The man bent down to pull up an old half-buried glass jar. Ali could see that it had a rusty disk on the top, just like the disk sheâd shown Ms. Snoops, which meant it was from an old preserve jar. The man put down his drawing pad and unscrewed the jarâs rusted cap, twisting it hard with his hand.
âWell...â the man said, looking inside. He whistled a soft melody to himself, a melody the kids didnât recognize. Then he reached in and pulled something from the jar. They saw that it was some folded-up paper, which the man carefully unfolded and separated into two pieces. The pieces tore as he did this, but he read them anyway. That took him a long time. When he was done, tucking the jar under his arm, he folded the papers together again, creasing the edges gently with his thumb and finger. He put the paper into the jar, screwed the cap on tightly, and dropped the jar back into Ruffâs hole. Then he bent down and raked the earth around the jar with his hands.
âThere was something else in this hole,â he said, looking at the kids, âburied on top of the jar. Did any of you kids find it?â
Ali was looking down at her sneakers. She had her hand in her pocket. The heart-shaped stone felt warm and smooth. She really wanted to keep it.
âMaybe the dogââ the man began. Ali looked up at him, but didnât say anything. The man gave a little shrug and walked slowly from the lot. Ali grabbed an orange and ran after him.
âWait,â she said, handing him the fruit. âAn orange
is
refreshing on a day like today.â
âThanks,â said the man. He put the orange into the big side pocket of his vest. He was smiling, but Ali thought she saw tears in his eyes.
âThe lady across the street told me about you,â Ali said. âYou used to collect stones when you were a boy, right?â She reached into her pocket and showed him the heart-shaped stone. âThen this is yours. I was pretending it was my wishing stone.â
The man took the stone, turning it over and over in his palm. He glanced quickly at Ms. Snoopsâs house, and shook his head. âNope. Not mine,â he said. He didnât look as if he wanted to say more. Then he gave back the stone, holding Aliâs hand for a second in both of his. âBut keep wishing.â
âThank you. I will,â said Ali, and she ran back into the lot.
Leandra was already opening the jar. The others crowded around her as she pulled out the scraps of paper.
Was it someoneâs last will and testament?
Someone dead and buried, but very, very rich?
Was it a map to buried treasure? (Buried
right there in the lot
!) Would the man be back to dig for it in the dead of night?
Was it a note from someone in danger? Was it a love letter from long ago?
Nobody asked these questions out loud, but it was as if theyâd floated right out of that old jar, along with the pieces of paper.
What was actually on that paper was something none of them expected:
Nothing at all.
The scraps