Last Night at the Telegraph Club(99)

Her thoughts circled back, relentlessly, to Kath. She imagined her in a cold, cement jail cell, or led out in front of a judge, or locked into the padded room of an institution. She went to the window and peered out at the quiet street as if Kath might suddenly appear, but of course she didn’t.

She had to go to Kath’s house again. Someone had to be home by now, and they would know what had happened to Kath, and Lily would make them tell her.

She raced to lace on her shoes. She took the key that Lana had given her and left the apartment, locking the door behind her.

The air was cool and damp; she wished she had thought to borrow one of Lana’s jackets. North Beach seemed like a foreign city around her; unlike Chinatown, the neighborhood was practically deserted, and the quiet made her feel especially conspicuous. She spotted a couple of people going into a corner store, and they looked secretive, as if they knew they shouldn’t be outside.

Lily heard the snap of firecrackers in the distance. She could see them in her mind’s eye: flashes of bright white light and smoke streaming upward, the paper wrappers fluttering through the air like confetti.

She wasn’t that far from Chinatown. For a moment she considered going back. Today her mother was cooking a special dinner for the New Year, and she was supposed to help. But then she imagined what it would be like to return home—to be forced to ring the doorbell because she didn’t have any keys, to wait for someone to open the door and let her in. She imagined the look of disappointment and disgust on her father’s face, and she knew she couldn’t go home.

When she reached Kath’s street, she slowed down as she approached the building. The curtains were all drawn; none of the windows showed any life. Of course, it was Sunday morning. The neighborhood was deserted because people must be at church. Her heart sank at the realization, and she almost turned back, but the thought of returning to Lana’s apartment with nothing to show for it seemed even worse than finding no one at Kath’s home.

She climbed the front steps to the entryway and rang the doorbell. The building was quiet. After a minute, she pressed the button again. She was about to turn away when the door cracked open.

A girl peered out. She had giant blue eyes that looked exactly like Kath’s.

“Are you Kath’s sister?” Lily asked. “Peggy?”

The girl opened the door all the way. She was about twelve years old, with light brown hair pulled into two wavy pigtails. She looked dubious, but nodded. “Who are you?”

“I’m Lily, her friend. From school. Is she home?”

Peggy shook her head. “Your name’s Lily?”

“Yes.”

“She told me about you.”

Lily was astonished. “She did?”

“Yes. But she’s not here.”

“Where is she? I’ve been so worried. I called the other day—” Lily cut herself off as Peggy looked past her. Lily twisted around to look up and down the block, but no one was in sight. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone where she is.”

“You can tell me,” Lily said eagerly, trying to be persuasive. “You said she told you about me, so you know I’m her friend. I just want to know if she’s all right.”

“I’m not supposed to say anything to anyone,” Peggy said reluctantly.

“Will she be coming home soon?”

“I don’t know.” Peggy began to step back into the house. “I’m sorry.”

“Wait. Wait! If you can’t tell me, can you tell Kath I came by?”

Peggy hesitated.

“Can you tell her where I am? I’m not at home. I’m—I’m at Lana’s apartment. Tell her I’m at forty-eight Castle Street.”

Peggy backed away again, and Lily was afraid she was going to close the door in her face, but then she returned with a small pad of paper and a pencil. “Here,” she said, giving it to Lily.

Lily took the pad and scribbled down Lana’s address. She wrote: I’m at Lana’s. Lily. She handed it back to Peggy, who read it and nodded somberly.

“I’ll give it to her if she comes home.”

And then Peggy shut the door.





44





Lana returned carrying two bags of groceries, and Lily jumped up from the sofa to help. “Thanks, you can take that into the kitchen,” Lana said, handing Lily a bag while she nudged the door shut.

When it was all put away, Lana sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette, and said without preamble, “I saw Parker. I asked him whether your friend Kath would have been arrested, but he thinks no, because she’s under eighteen.”

Lily took a seat in one of the Chinese chairs. “Does he know where she was taken?”

“No, but he thinks she would have been released by now. They can’t keep her, not if she didn’t have a record. She didn’t, did she?”

“No.”

“She probably went home, if her parents let her. That’s the real question.”

Remembering her encounter with Kath’s sister, Lily suspected that Kath’s parents had not let her.

Lana observed her thoughtfully across the coffee table while she smoked. “I think Tommy’s getting out tomorrow morning,” she said, tapping the cigarette into the nearly overflowing ashtray. “I know you’re in a tough spot, honey, but I think you’d better go before then. You can stay here tonight if you need to. Do you have a place to go tomorrow?”