Authors: Henry Turner
It came up slow, ’cause it was snagged on other stuff down there. But when I got it out I held it close to my face, and even in the dimmest light I seen it was a necklace stuck with hard little jewels.
I didn’t say nothing out loud. But inside my voice was whooping. What I done next was stoop down, and real careful not to make no noise I pulled up the rest of that cardboard piece, all the cups on top sliding over.
I couldn’t see it all, but it was full, and I dug my hand in it, pulling stuff out to feel what it was. There were rings, and a sort’f crown piece just for the front of the head I seen girls wear when they dressed as princesses on Halloween. There was more necklaces, and then these fancy gloves, long ones that go way up to your elbow. And under it all was this ladies’ dress, or two or three of’m, I didn’t take’m out, acting like a pillow so what’s on top don’t get all scratched.
I closed the box just like it’d been, and I crouched there thinking ’bout the best way to get it out. I couldn’t get it down that tree in the dark, damn thing was heavy. But really I was thinking I ain’t just found forty-eight thousand, but maybe even more, if all these jewels turned out to be real.
Then the door opened in front of the house and I froze dead still.
Usually in a house I look first to find hiding places, places to sneak to if I can’t get out quick and know somebody might come looking to see who’s there. But I hadn’t done it ’cause I’d thought nobody’d ever come around, and because it was so dark I didn’t remember nothing of where I’d been, so I had nowhere to run to.
Coming into that room I’d shut the door behind me. I couldn’t open it now and run out ’cause’f the noise it would make. So what I done was step back maybe a yard, one big swooping step, to where I’d be behind the door if it opened. And all the while I was hearing somebody walking through the house, and damn near shitting bricks as I heard.
The footsteps stopped awhile and I heard a toilet flush, and then they come on again, footsteps, coming toward me. I was praying to God they might turn away, but the door opened then, pulling air in the room and puffing out them window bags, and me right there behind the door.
Whoever it was just come in the room and stood there. I couldn’t see hardly nothing, and whoever it was didn’t move. There I heard some shuffling around and some light come on ’cause this man—I could see past the door enough to know it was a man—had a flashlight.
Flashlight was that new kind that only shines where you point it, else he’d put some sort’f sleeve on the front to narrow the beam. It didn’t light the whole room, but just where he aimed it, down on the floor at the coats. When he’d come in I opened my mouth big, ’cause if you do that you can breathe silent, but I don’t think I breathed at all. I just stood there, three feet behind him, and it was like a crazy dream where you can’t get out, and he was shuffling his hand on the coats on the floor just where I’d dropped’m. Then he laid down his light and piled’m all in his arms.
All I could think was,
If he turns, I’m caught.
Course, I didn’t know then who this fucker was, and that if he turned I was dead.
But he didn’t turn, just flicked off the flashlight and put it away somewhere. Then he dumped them coats on top of that box, same one with the jewels in it, picked it all up with a heave, turned out the door and shut it.
I didn’t breathe yet, and I waited a good long time till after I heard that front door shut and a car drive off ’fore I moved at all. Then I felt my pants leg and laughed, ’cause I’d pissed myself and not even known it.
I went upstairs, though it scared me to death to do it, and went along to the room where I found the open window, and I went out onto the roof, quiet as anything, putting the plastic back up on them bent staples just like I’d found it, and closing that window just so.
I come down the tree, went over the board fence, and come out Simon Hooper’s yard. Dodged through other yards, still so scared I could barely think to myself, and sometimes stayed in black shadows four/five minutes, just to be sure nobody saw.
Took me an hour to get home, I moved so slow, and when I was finally back in my room I stood there breathing hard, still scared as shit.
Then I felt round my back pocket and laughed out loud. I still had them mittens with me, and I pulled’m out’n threw’m crost the room, laughing at how dumb I was, going in a house and finding all them jewels, and coming out with just a pair of old mittens.
Chapter Nine
I dreamed all night about being in that house and that dark clump of a man crouched down just a yard from me, him on his knees and them jewels in ’s hands shining through even though there weren’t no light. Gave me the horrors like I never known. Marvin was right to worry ’bout me slippin’, and that’s what I’d done, slipped so bad I almost got caught, which with everything else going on right then really would have done me. ’Cause if I’d got caught, who gonna make the forty-eight thousand?
So the next few weeks I mowed lawns every day just to keep my ass out’f trouble. Some days I went out on jobs with Richie Harrigan, hauling things, and I also went around with a boy I know, Sam Tate, who got a paper route and don’t mind if I take over for him now and again. Every day I was at houses asking for work, ’specially old houses and beat-up ones, and ones that ain’t never been cleaned or cleared, so’s when I come to the door I could say to who answered just what work I could do for’m. And what with also making deliveries with Marvin and driving round with Richie, I was all over the neighborhood, seeing every house around, more than any cop or even one’f them government agents they said was going door to door. But I weren’t making nobody nervous askin’ questions ’bout Tommy Evans and Tuckie Brenner, and getting’m all on edge like maybe they was suspected, ’cause I ain’t no cop, that’s for damn sure. I was just asking for work, but doing that every day I saw hundreds of houses, and also peeked around sly when nobody was looking, trying to see if there was anything extra around I might grab if the time was right, you get me?
Another thing I done was keep my eye out where stores was, ’specially when I was out near downtown with Richie. I was lookin’ for places that might be good for settin’ up my daddy’s fruit stand, hopin’ if I could find a place good and cheap Daddy’d get excited and maybe start to plan it for real.
But this all come to something else, too. ’Cause later on, when I really started trying to find out who took them boys, I thought about all them weeks I’d spent looking for work, and things that didn’t mean much then started risin’ up different and darker than I’d known when I first seen’m.
Lookin’ for work was harder than you might think, ’cause a lot of them folks I asked thought I was foolin’, me being the same boy who maybe they caught a year back soapin’ their car or chuckin’ eggs, or thought maybe I’d lifted something off their porch or outta their garage, which sometimes was true and sometimes not. But I went ahead and asked all the same, ’cause I needed that money and didn’t care how embarrassed I got. Felt good keeping busy, some days going at it twelve hours, not stopping till I was fall-down tired. I didn’t think nothing ’bout what I seen that night in the dark house, days went by and it all slipped my mind, till even the scare went away.
Then come a day when it all came back to me, even stranger than it was before.
One house I knew needed work was the big old place down Church Lane, that dead end off Denton Avenue, and I went over there thinking that house ain’t had its gutters cleaned for years ’cause the lady living there never went out the house and had Marvin bring her drugs and groceries, both.
End of Church Lane is where the woods begin and there’s that big hill behind the house all covered with scraggly bushes and busted trees like after a storm. House is the one that’s all gray, with them towers coming off the roof shaped like cones, and they’re black, and the shingles ain’t just flat and square but shaped in little round chips and sort of pretty, and the whole house would be pretty too and like something in a carnival at the beach if it was painted bright, but right now looks like nothing but a big old dead birthday cake, turned all black and gray.
I knocked and she come to the screen, the old lady, all skinny as sticks and wearing sharp-shaped glasses under her scraggly old hair, it all in a bunch. After she got over being just scared of seeing me through the screen she gave in, mainly ’cause I warned’r how if she don’t clean’m now, gutters, I mean, the whole house gonna fall apart and be full of workers from the city who gonna put her out after crawling all around her house and spoiling her privacy.
She looked hard at me, her eyes squinty behind her glasses, and her mouth all pinched up. Then she said, No, son. I don’t want any help from you. Now you go
away!
Her voice sounded all shrill like some nasty bird.
But I weren’t hearing that, so I said, You gonna get an injunction from the city, ma’am. Neighbors round here’ll do it, and you gonna have cops all round and men stamping through your living room tearing it all apart, and then they gonna take the whole place and sell it out from under you and putchu in the old folks’ home, I
know
it.
I sold it hard, making like I might put in the injunction
myself
if she don’t hire me, and you should’f seen her eyes go wide, ’specially with me talking so much ’bout the old folks’ home.
She agreed to twenty dollars, whole job.
Now, she a crazy lady and wouldn’t let me inside her house at all. So I went up the side, climbing first the porch posts and then doing this sort of jump-flip to get on the roof, and then damn near kicking myself seeing I could’f got up easier and safer just climbing one of them pine trees beside her house and jumping down.
First level roof I cleared, using a bag, plastic one she handed to me out a shuttered window. I pulled ten years’ worth of twigs and leaves and pine cones out the gutters and stuffed’m in the bag, and when it was full I dropped it down to the yard. Roof shingles was old and cracked and covered with dirt and bird dookie, and some of’m busted under my tread making me slip, but I never did tell her.
Next roof up I did use the pine tree to get there, tallest one. But for way up on top at the attic, the pinnacle up there where it’s round and got them diamond windows, I had to climb with my fingertips and shoe sides, and I tell you it was scary, half the time hanging all teeter-totter over the open space’f the lower roofs with nothing to hold on to but an old shutter clasp.
Up there I filled bags and tossed’m down, holding’m in my teeth as they got all filled up. Near the windows I peeked inside, and what I saw was just dark clutter with blankets and dust and old brown wood, and stuff like framed pictures on the walls and right there in the middle of the floor a sort of woman-dummy like you see in department stores, just like a ghost standing in the murk, but with no head, and swathes of cloth hanging off’r from a dress that never got made. It was hard to see more, ’cause that diamond window glass was thick and warpy and inside the room was old and dark.
Then I seen something else.
First I could barely make it out, and it was just a feeling. But then something strange hit me and I looked hard.
Right there inside was a few boxes, cardboard ones stacked on the wall. And my mouth went dry.
’Cause I be damned if they ain’t the same boxes I seen in the dark house next to Simon Hooper’s, boxes with tomatoes printed on the sides.
I hung on there thinking. I was damn curious. Maybe there
was
something worth getting in those boxes. Maybe those jewels
was
real. I seen’m in one house, and now I seen’m here, so somebody was taking care just what to do with’m. I figured the old lady downstairs maybe had done it. But it was a
man
who come in that house, and there weren’t ever no man around here. So unless she’d hired a man, I couldn’t say what happened. And then I think,
Who’s the man to be going in that dark house,
and
coming in here?
For a second I thought I might ask’r, ’bout both the man and the boxes. But then I figured it be better if I just had a look myself, ’cause why tell’r them boxes interested me at all? I mean have a look right then and there, with the old lady downstairs and nobody else around to see me. Yeah, after that night next to Hooper’s I’d sort’f sworn off bustin’ in houses. But I weren’t worried about that right now ’cause who was there to catch me? Just a little old lady, and if she caught me I’d just say some lie.
So I tried.
But them windows were tight, I tell you, all painted shut, and the glass had that church wire in it, heavy lead stuff you’d need a brick to break.
So I figured I’d have me a look later on. Just had to think the best way and time, and I’d be on it.
Hour later I was back down on the porch and had my twenty bucks and Miss Gurpy, that’s the old lady’s name, reached out and pinched my cheek to be nice, though it hurt me, and handed me a kind of sandwich through the gap in the old screen door, but walking away I tossed it ’cause to tell it true, it didn’t smell too fresh.
Chapter Ten
So there I was walking home, going down the street at curfew all ready to go cutting over yards when a car stops behind me and I hear a voice that says,
Hey, Zeets,
and I turn around.
I can’t hardly see who’s driving ’cause the car’s all full of smoke, reefer smoke I smell ten foot off, but I know the car. ’S one of them old Fords you see around, sort of car that ain’t a sedan but looks like one on the front end, ’cept it got a pickup truck bed behind, called a Ranchero. Old car, blue paint all faded and the old chrome speckled with rust.
Boy who called out to me is Skugger, neighborhood kid actually named Ryan Skuggs, but his friends, they call him Skugger for no reason I could understand, ’cause who the hell would want to be called that? But that’s their way, them rich boys. They got all them names, Tuckie and Skugger and Topher, and go round calling out to each other like they talking in a code, and wear the same sort of clothes their mothers buy’m, like them puffy jackets, and do all the same things, too, like they all in a club just for themselves with nobody else allowed, thank you.