Young Jane Young(37)

We found out that there are 432 towns in Maine, and none of the mayors are former event planners. So, the answer is 0 percent of current mayors in Maine come from an event planning background! My mom would be the first. Mr. Allison said we could increase our sample to the rest of the country some other time but it would have to be another day, because the library was closing.

Mr. Allison is the town librarian and the town historian. He is a descendant of Captain Allison, who founded Allison Springs. He went on a date with my mom once. Mr. Allison looks like a pencil. He is very skinny, and his hair is reddish pink, like a pencil eraser. He has long, blondish red eyelashes, and his Adam’s apple is very “pronounced.” “Pronounced” means “I sometimes can’t stop looking at it when he talks.” My mom said the fact that he looks like a pencil is not the reason she did not go on a second date with him. I like Mr. Allison A Lot because he is even better at finding things out than me. I do not know much about boys, but I think superior research skills would be a Very Good Thing to have in a boyfriend. I asked Mom what was wrong with him. She said “no chemistry.” “No chemistry” means “a person doesn’t make you feel excited in your heart and other organs.” My mom says “no chemistry” about everyone, though.

Can I tell you something, Fatima? Maybe it’s because you asked about it or maybe it’s because my mom has been so busy with the campaign, but lately, I have been thinking a lot about my dad. I know he is dead, but I would like to know what he was like, and what he looked like, and am I like him, and do I look like him? Is he like Mr. Allison? Or is he like Ms. Reacher, back when she was “presenting” as a man? Who knows? I don’t even know his name. If I knew his name, I would google him. I don’t want to make my mom sad but I also would like to know. Is it wrong that I would like to know?



Your Friend and Meaning Twin,

Ruby



P.S. Please don’t mention any of the “personal” stuff in the Skype chat on November 2. I know you wouldn’t.





To: “Fatima” [email protected]

From: “Ruby”

[email protected]

Date: October 5

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Dear Fatima,

I may have done a Very Bad Thing. I’m not ready to tell you about it yet, because you’ll think I’m a terrible person. I don’t want you to think I’m a terrible person. The Very Bad Thing part comes at the end of the story, so I don’t have to say it right now anyway.

Thank you very much for the advice. It was hard finding a good time to talk to Mom because she is Very Busy with the election and always with Mrs. Morgan or the people (mostly volunteers) who work on her campaign. Late Friday night, everyone ate pizza, which took forever. Finally, they left, and I said, “Mom. We need to talk,” like you told me to. “I want to know more about my father.”

She said, “Ruby, why do you want to know about this now?”

I said, “Because I’m getting older.”

She said, “You are. It’s true.”

I said, “And I’m lonely.” I didn’t know I felt lonely until I said this.

She made a :( I pretty much live my life to avoid seeing my mom make that expression. I quickly said, “Not ‘lonely.’ But I am ‘alone’ more often, with the campaign.”

Mom said the story I have heard before. She said that she “loved him,” but in a way, she didn’t “know him” very well. (That makes no sense to me. How do you love a person you don’t know?) She said that he died in a car accident, and he didn’t know she was pregnant. She said that she came to Maine because she couldn’t bear to be around the places she’d been with him. She said it was a long time ago and she was a different person.

I said, “What was his name? You never say his name, and you don’t have any pictures either.”

She said, “It’s too painful.”

“Then just tell me his name,” I said.

“His name is…” She sighed. “Why does it matter?”

“Why is it a secret?”

“It’s not a secret,” she said. “You never asked. His name was Mariano Donatello.”

I repeated the name, “Mariano Donatello.” It felt so beautiful on my tongue, like licking a Creamsicle? in summer. I said it again. “Mariano Donatello… Mom, I’m Italian?”

“Yes,” she said. “I guess so.”

“I’m Italian,” I said. Fatima, it turns out that your pen pal is ITALIAN and GERMAN-JEWISH, which is almost as good as being INDONESIAN-MUSLIM.

I googled “Mariano Donatello” the next morning, and there weren’t many hits, except a few things in Italy, so I added, “Miami,” which is where my mom is from. And I still didn’t get anything. And I googled “Mariano Donatello, obituary” and still nothing. An “obituary” is like a “book report on a dead person.”

Mr. Allison said it wasn’t that weird. Mr. Allison said, considering the year Mariano Donatello died (I was born in 2003, so he must have died in 2003 or 2002), he might not have had that much time to establish an “online presence.” An “online presence” is “all the true things and all the lies about a person on the Internet.” My “online presence” is very pathetic. If you google my name “RUBY YOUNG” and “ALLISON SPRINGS,” the main thing you will find is a “fake” Instagram account called “RUBY YOUNG IS A LOOZER SPAZZ,” which someone made when I was in sixth grade and which my mom can’t get anyone at Instagram to take down.