I started to go, but he said, “Wait. What’s your name?”
I’d never said it before. I tried it once without sound to see how it felt in my mouth. Then with breath: “Wavonna.”
“You go call for me, Way-vonna. Tell ’em what happened.”
I ran up to the house and dialed with a shaky finger, turning the little circle and waiting for it to chatter back around after each number. Ring, ring, then click and someone breathing.
“Who is this?” Liam said. A cold shiver went all over me. Liam not to be trusted. “Who the fuck is this?”
My throat felt so tight, I didn’t know how the words would get out. I swallowed them down, over and over, until they finally came out.
“His bike wrecked. Kellen.” Saying his name, I knew the Giant was worth the danger of Liam talking in my ear.
“Vonnie? Is that you? Where the fuck is Val?”
“Sleeping. Kellen wrecked. On his bike.” The words hurt my throat, like a cracker going down the wrong way.
“Goddamn, I’m coming. I’ll send someone.”
“Fast. He’s bleeding.”
I hung up, grabbed the dish towel, and ran back to the Giant. Kellen. The sun had gone down while I was inside, so he was a shadow and my dress flashed white in the moonlight.
“You called?” he said.
I nodded. As gentle as I could be, I wrapped the towel around his arm. Blood soaked through the towel and dribbled into my hand. I crouched in front of him, watching his eyes go far away. He was getting lost.
“Kellen.” I put my hand on his cheek and brought him back to me. When I pointed up to the North, he turned his head to look. “Cassiopeia. Andromeda. Perseus. Cepheus. Cygnus. Ursa Minor.”
With the sun gone, we could see all the stars, and the planets, too. Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter, Venus, Mars, like stairs from the moon down to the meadow. I kept naming them until I heard a car coming up the road.
After Liam and Butch took Kellen away, I thought about how he left spaces for me when he talked. If I saw him again, I decided I might put words in those spaces.
5
KELLEN
August–October 1977
I woulda gone the next day to see the girl in the meadow, but the bike wreck about turned me into hamburger. I ended up with a concussion, a dislocated shoulder, three busted ribs, a twisted ankle, and my arm broken in two places with the bone poking out. After I spent a week in the hospital, it was another two months before I could do any work for Liam. Two months cooling my heels at Cutcheon’s Small Engine. The old man was decent to me and I liked the work. You spend the day putting engines together, you go home feeling like you done something worthwhile.
Once I was healed up enough to be any use in a fight, I did a few runs for Liam. Me and Butch took this slicked up Monte Carlo to Des Moines, trunk full of meth. Good money.
The summer was near gone before I made it back up to the farmhouse. Nobody answered when I knocked, but the door was unlocked. Soon as I walked in, the stink of dirty dishes hit me. The kitchen sink was full of them, with flies buzzing on rotten food. All these bowls and glasses with mold growing in the bottoms.
“Hello? It’s Kellen, from down the hill. Anybody home?” I hollered.
Nobody answered, but in the bedroom off the front hall I heard somebody snoring, just a little louder than the fly-buzz. I poked my head around the door frame and whoever was in bed rolled over. This thin, white leg and a patch of dark hair poked out of the covers. Liam’s wife? I took a step back, so I couldn’t see her.
“Mrs. Quinn? I was looking for the little blond girl. Wavy?” It was fuzzy as hell in my head. More than a couple times in the hospital, I thought maybe I’d dreamed it.
“She took Donal somewhere.”
I didn’t know who Donal was, but at least the girl was probably real, since Liam’s wife didn’t say, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Do you need anything, Mrs. Quinn? You okay?”
“Who are you?” she said.
“Jesse Joe Kellen. Uh, I work for Liam.”
“Fucking asshole.”
“I’m gonna go. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
I beat it back down the hallway, hoping real hard the whole deal wouldn’t get back to Liam. Had my hand on the doorknob, on my way out, when the mess in the kitchen pulled me up short again. Was the little girl living there in that filth?
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