about how to avoid Martin Fisken and his gang but the voice from the radio catches her â a voice that sings and soars and Egg must listen. She holds the notes like a flutter in her chest, a sudden fullness that she can barely contain; she feels prickles behind her ears, a chill on the back of her neck. The song rises and falls like a wind that cradles and caresses. She thinks of mermaids singing, of whales calling in the deep, even the ostriches wooh-wooh-wooohhh .
A song to wash out all the bad in the world.
A song to make it all better.
Egg pushes the book cart aside and peers out between the gap in the book stand. Behind the counter, Evangeline Granger is frozen, her cheeks blanching, like a watercolour left out in the rain. Eggâs throat clutches as she watches Evangelineâs tears. She knows she should not be a witness to this but she must do something. The song, so like a spell, has cast Evangeline into her private sorrow. Egg must free Evangeline, so much like a fairy tale princess. Evangeline, who gives her lollipops on bad days.
Egg thinks of Mamaâs mints that she has borrowed. She has stowed them carefully in her coat pocket. That is something, a small comfort she can give. A thunderbolt hits her â itâs a chance for her to be a Hero! Without a second thought, she dashes towards her classroom.
Egg pokes her head through the doorway. Her classroom is empty. It seems smaller with everyone gone. She spies her coat hanging on the hook at the back of the class and runs to it. Her fingers scrabble for the mints at the bottom of her inside pocket. She clutches them in her palm, the white powder floating in the air, that smell of freshness, of green.
Yes, this is perfect.
A hand grabs hold of her throat and she is thrown against the wall. The mints tumble from her hand.
Egg can hear the crunch of the candy beneath Martin Fiskenâs feet. Behind him, Chuckie and Brendan sneer.
âWait,â Egg shouts, and roots in her pocket. She pulls out Albertâs silver dollar and holds it out to Martin so that it catches the light. Her plan. She feels her heels touch the floor as he takes the coin and releases her.
âWow,â Chuckie says, âthatâs a real silver dollar.â
Martin slides it into his pocket. Eggâs shoulders fall with relief. But Martinâs hand smashes into her chest. The silver dollar â there is not even time enough for unfair â the wind is knocked out of her.
Martin smiles. Egg can see his tooth, the pointed one as he grins tightly, like a fox, like a devil.
â¦
Egg is cold. She is wet. She is blind.
She doesnât like these things. She canât get out. Itâs dark and itâs like forever.
â¦
After an eternity, the locker opens and Kathy is there. The light is such a relief, as Kathy rubs the warmth back into Eggâs shaking arms. Kathy wraps up Eggâs bleeding knuckles with her handkerchief. Kathyâs look, so full of pity, so full of rage but Egg can still hear the silent admonishment, something like Oh, Egg . . .
âIâm sorry Kathy.â
Couldnât you fit in for once in your life?
Kathy wraps her jacket around Egg and holds her. âItâs all right, sweetie.â But her gentleness is too much, all of Eggâs fear, locked and twisted in the dark, releases in a sob as Kathy holds her, rocking, just holds her.
â¦
Boom, swoosh, boom. Egg must run to keep up with Kathyâs stride, as they cross the schoolyard. Kathy seems like a force of nature, a whirlwind of energy. Egg canât keep her eyes off her, the muscle twitching in her jaw, the scanning gaze, that dagger focus. She thinks Kathy needs a thunderbolt, or wings that can span her fury. By the jungle gym Kathy swoops in, three quick strides and she has Martin Fisken by the collar, his feet barely touching the ground.
Kathyâs voice is low and steady. âNow what did I say about staying away from my little
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations