Because It Is My Blood (Birthright #2)(84)

I only had a little money on me, which I gave to the man. I did have my machete but I wasn’t going to kill someone over a small amount of money.

“Stop,” a brassy voice called. “I know her.”

I looked in the direction of the voice. A girl with mousy brown hair cut short looked at me. My old bunkmate, Mouse.

“She’s okay,” Mouse said. “We were at Liberty together.”

The man loosened his grip. “Really? Her?”

Mouse came up to me. “Yeah,” Mouse said to her colleague. “That’s Anya Balanchine. You don’t want to mess with her.” Mouse smelled foul and her hair was matted and dirty. I suspected that she had been sleeping outside.

“Mouse,” I said. “You talk now.”

“I do. I’m cured, thanks to you.”

I didn’t need to ask her what she’d been up to. She was obviously a member of some kind of band of juvenile criminals.

I asked her if she had ever called Simon Green.

“Yes,” she told me. “But he didn’t know who I was so he basically blew me off. I don’t blame you. You had a lot on your hands.”

“I’m sorry for that,” I said. “If there’s ever anything I can do to help…”

“How about that job?” Mouse asked.

I told her I was out of the family business, but maybe I could help her financially.

Mouse shook her head. “I don’t take handouts, Anya. Like I told you at Liberty, I work for my keep.”

I definitely owed her. “Maybe my cousin Fats could give you a job.”

“Yeah? I’d like that.”

I asked her how I could get in touch with her. “I’m here,” she said. “I sleep behind the statue of the bear.”

“It’s nice to talk to you at last, Kate,” I said.

“Shh,” she said. “The name’s classified.”

When I got home, the first thing I did was contact Fats at the Pool. He said he was surprised to hear from me so soon, but that he’d be happy to give my friend a job. Despite the fact that he’d abjectly rejected the idea I thought was going to save us all, Fats was a good guy.

Win came over that night. “You’re quiet,” he said.

“I thought I’d come up with something really smart,” I said. I described my idea to him, and then I told him the reasons Fats had said it wouldn’t work.

“So that’s what the cacao rally was about and why you’ve been so secretive,” Win said.

I nodded. “I really wanted it to work.”

Win took my hand. “I hope you won’t take this the wrong way but I’m kind of glad that it didn’t work. Even if there were a legal way to justify selling chocolate, you’d end up in court all the time. You’d be fighting City Hall and public opinion and even your own family, it sounds like. Why would you want to take on all of that? Not having anything to do after high school is not a good enough reason.”

“Win! That’s not the reason! How stupid do you think I am?” I shook my head. “It might sound silly to you, but there’s some part of me that always wanted to be the person who returned Balanchine Chocolate to the right side of the law, I guess. For Daddy.”

“Look, Annie. You gave the business to Fats. Sophia and Mickey are gone. Yuji Ono, too. You really can be free of this now. It’s a gift, if you choose to see it that way.”

He kissed me, but I didn’t feel like being kissed.

“Are you angry at me?” Win asked.

“No.” I was.

“Let me see your eyes.”

I turned them on him.

“My father’s the same way.”

“Don’t compare me to him.”

“He’s done nothing for the past six months because he lost the election when really, losing the election was a gift to all of us. Me. You. My mother. And especially him, if the bastard could just open up his eyes and see it.”

I didn’t say anything for such a long time that Win finally changed the subject.

“Graduation is next Wednesday. Are you coming?” Win asked.

“Do you want me to?” I replied with a question of my own.

“I don’t care,” Win said.

But obviously he did want me to come if he was bringing it up.

“I’m giving the salutatorian speech if you’re interested,” Win continued.

“That’s right. You’re smart. I forget that sometimes.”

“Hey.” Win smiled.

I asked him if he knew what he planned to say.

“It’ll be a surprise,” he promised.

That was how Natty, Noriko, and I found ourselves at Trinity’s high school graduation.

Win’s speech was, I think, in part directed at me and in part directed at his father. It was about questioning what society tells you and standing up to authority and other things that have probably been said at countless other graduations. He had acquired his father’s gift for oration, so in terms of the crowd’s response, it barely mattered what he said. I clapped as much as anyone else.

Did I feel a twinge at the sight of my classmates walking across the stage? Yes, I did. More than just a twinge actually.

Scarlet waved to us as she accepted her diploma. After some amount of back-and-forth, the administration had allowed her to walk at graduation while pregnant. Cap-and-gown was basically like a maternity dress, so Scarlet didn’t stick out much anyway. And from the point of view of Trinity, it was far worse not to keep one’s baby than to keep it. Gable met her on the other side of the stage to help her down the steps.