right? So you had some left?â
I nodded.
âAnd Eugene got a little bite to eat too.â
Now I was beginning to understand.
âSo what would have happened if he hadnât taken your lunch?â
âHeâd be hungry.â
âSo did he take you sandwich because he was a bully?â
âNo.â
âSo how do you think you should deal with this, Pius James?â
âI could give Eugene my sandwich,â I said.
âSure you could. Better still, you could ask your mother to make him one.â
âMa would do that?â
âSure she would; itâs just two slices of bread and some peanut butter and jelly. For Ma, it wouldnât be such a big deal. For Eugene, it would mean he wouldnât go hungry. And heâd know somebody cared.â
I looked up at dad and smiled.
âSo, you know what this whole thing is about?â he asked.
I waited.
âItâs about figuring out whether a person is doing something because theyâre nasty and or because they need to.â
When he came to me several nights after he died, he asked me the same kinds of questionsâones that made me wonder if he had read my mind.
âYouâre worried about the move, arenât you, Pius James?â he said. âYouâre wondering why your motherâs decided to go. What are your thoughts on the matter?â
I stared up at him, too afraid to speak.
âYour grandmother has a fine home; Prince Edward Island is a wonderful place to live,â he continued. âYouâve had some great times there, but you probably donât remember because you were too young.â
âBut, I donât want to go,â I said.
âGive me one good reason,â he replied.
I thought for a moment and didnât know where to start. First, there were all my friends. Then, there was Glendale Park and the winter hockey games and baseball in spring and summer. There was ice cream next door at MacCormackâs Grocer. And Aunt Mayme and Uncle George lived three blocks away.
I looked up at him and shrugged my shoulders.
âHow do you think your mother feels, Pius James?â
I didnât answer.
âScared, maybe? What do you think?â
âMa?â
âSure,â he said. âWhy not? Sheâs got you four kids and no breadwinner. Itâs not like she could go out and get a job. And who would look after you fellas, anyhow?â
I kept looking at him. He kept talking.
âWhat do you think her choices are, Pius James?â He waited, then said, âShe could stick you kids in an orphanage or divide you up among the relatives. In which case, some of you would be going to Prince Edward Island anyhow. Or, she could go home to her family and keep you fellas together.
âShe needs help, Pius James. Donât you think sheâd doing what she needs to do?â
I stared up at him, tears streaming down my face. Then I watched him and the shining orb disappear and the room go black.
I thought if he appeared to me once, he would do it again. So I tried to conjure him up several times before we moved. Some nights, Iâd go to bed thinking hard about a problem I had had that day. I would ask a question I needed an answer for, hoping he would come. I tried again on the overnight train to Prince Edward Island and during our first few nights at Grannyâs. Iâd drift off to sleep, disappointed each time. But when I thought about it, it made sense that he had come to me that one time because he had just died and was not so far away.
After that first day at Northbridge Road School, I tried to conjure him up again. If there was a time I really needed to talk to Dad, it was then. And when he didnât appear, I wondered if we had moved too far away. Or whether he had, somehow, appeared to Larry. But this wasnât a question I could put to my older brotherâhe would tell me it had just been a dream.
The next morning, Uncle Jim