up. Tess and I did the same.
Daddy offered his hand again. âWeâd better be getting home. Nice seeing you, Mason.â
Before we left, Mr. Reed touched Daddyâs sleeve. âMy girl, sheâs working out then, not giving you any trouble?â
âSheâs working out just fine, Mason. Thereâs no trouble. Tess is a godsend to me.â
âWell, donât count on keeping her forever, Rupert. I got lots of things at my own house that needs tending. I only let her come to help out while your wifeâs laid up, you know.â
âYes, I understand.â Then Daddyâs jaw locked together the way it does when he is angry.
I held my breath until we were outside again.
T ESS DIDNâT SAY much during the walk home, and Daddy kept his arm around her shoulder. I didnât know what was wrong, but figured it had something to do with her father. The few words she did say were bad words that Iâm not supposed to say.
When we got home, I tried to cheer up Tess. I offered to let her feed Jellybean or play Scrabble with me. I suggested we play Avon Lady and Iâd be the makeover girl.
Tess didnât want Jellybean, Scrabble boards, Avon, or me. She only wanted my father.
D ADDY TUCKED ME IN bed and sat Jellybeanâs box beside me. Then he kissed me good-night. âKiss Jellybean, too!â I begged.
He uncovered the chick and kissed his downy head.
âWill Tess be all right, Daddy?â I snuggled under the comforter, suddenly feeling very tired.
âYes, sheâs just a little sad. But sheâll be fine.â Daddy patted my head.
âWhy does she have to take care of things at her house? Doesnât she have a mother?â
Daddy looked down at the floor then turned back to me. The lines in his forehead seemed deeper in the soft lamp light. âTessâs mother died when she was little, so her father has raised her alone. Sheâs had things hard, and needs us to be good to her, understand?â
I nodded, my chin digging into the thick quilt. âBut what will happen when she has to go back home to Mr. Reed?â
âIâm not going to let that happen.â Daddy kissed my forehead once again and left my room.
Thinking about Tess without a mother made me feel suddenly sad for her. Sheâd had no one to cut out paper dolls, kiss her skinned knees, or braid her hair. Instead, sheâd lived with her father who looked and smelled bad, with no woman at home to make him take a bath. I pictured Tess as a girl my age, standing at the kitchen sink while trying to figure out how much milk to pour into the pancake batter, or how to peel a potato without cutting her thumb. And here Iâd been mean to her over something so silly as sewing on buttons.
I got out of bed; I needed to say I was sorry, to tell Tess she could sew Daddyâs buttons whenever she wanted.
As I neared the top step, I heard Daddy and Tess downstairs. Tess was crying, and as she spoke, her voice broke. âHeâd wait until ⦠my seizure ⦠and then ⦠Oh, Rupert ⦠Awful ⦠It was so awful â¦â
I listened from the stairs, hearing her terrible story, how sheâd wet herself during her seizures, and afterwards, her father took off her panties and rubbed between her legs. How he scolded her for being a big girl and still wetting herself, and wouldnât let her have clean underpants unless she let him touch her down there. âHe started keeping my panties out in his room, and told me Iâd have to earn them. If I didnât ⦠If I didnât do what he wanted, he hit me, and held me down.â
I heard my fatherâs voice say her name, over and over: âTess,Tess, Tess. You should have said something ⦠You should have told me!â
Then, in a deep, fierce voice I didnât know Daddy had: âIâm going to kill him, Tess. I swear to God, Iâm going to see that bastard