Mary McGarry Morris - Light from a Distant Star

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Chapter 1

Y OU KNOW HOW YOU JUST KNOW ABOUT A PERSON SOMETIMES ? He doesnt even have to look you in the eye or say a word, and you know. Now, exactly what it is you know might not be clear, but you still know. You just do.

Thats the way it always was. Even as a kid. It wasnt any kind of higher power or sixth sense, just her own God-given bullshit detector. What surprised Nellie most was how few people had one. Or if they did, how few bothered to use itor trust it.

Like the first time she met Max Devaney in her grandfathers junkyard, though it wasnt until all the trouble that she even knew his last name. She and her brother, Henry, were bringing Charlie his supper that day. Charlie Campbell was their grandfather, but they always called him Charlie, along with everyone else in town. In fact, his was a household name in Springvale then. Once something broke down or was of little use anymore, youd say, Its Charlies now.

Charlies house had always reminded Nellie of a choked weed, struggling its way up through the junkyards rusted mountains of scrap metal. Close by was the tar papersided barn where his flinty transactions took place, the few there were anymore. The junkyard was right in the middle of town and so it was considered a blight, especially by newer stores in the area. But with Charlies own rumors of a big national chain looking at his three prime acres, no one dared push the old man too hard. Walmart, hed tell people, angling for a groundswell of interestfrom someone, anyone , Nellies mother said. Yes, sir, it was the only company hed deal with, he liked to brag, basking in his own self-empowerment. Of the fancied negotiations, one newspaper article quoted him as saying, A few more details, and they can do whatever the () they want, put up a () ferris wheel for all the () I care. The selectmen immediately appointed an advisory committee to study the impact of Walmarts that may have opened in other downtown business districts. Most of the junkyard was hidden by a sagging wooden fence, its rotted posts braced by random boards. An eyesore, but it did keep out intruders, real and imagined. Charlie thought everyone wanted to steal his stuff.

Nellie and her brother found Charlie in the barn that day, in the dim horse stall he called his office. Because of his personality and full thatch of wavy white hair, he had always seemed big to herand scary. But her gangly six-inch spurt in the last few months had left her nearly as tall. Height, and stronger lenses in her glasses to keep her eye from turning, had given her new perspective on just about everything. Especially Charlie. What seemed a permanent sunburn was, she realized, a web of tiny broken veins in his nose and cheeks, and shining in the corner of his mouth was a thin trickle of spit. For the briefest fraction of a millisecond she felt bad for him.

Here you go, Charlie. She held out the warm, foil-wrapped plate.

Pot roast, Henry said, surprising her. Theyd been working on that. Speaking right up and not waiting to be spoken to. As long as she was going to be saddled with him for the entire summer she didnt want to be constantly speaking for him or repeating the little he did mumble. In some ways it was like being a translator, though Henry was very intelligent, one of those little boys adults take to right away, all cowlicks and dimpled cheeks. Its just that then he was the shyest kid, always staring down at the ground when people were around, or when he had to make eye contact, blinking so rapidly theyd look away. Shed made up her mind. This was the summer to toughen Henry up. He had the brains, all he needed was confidence, and shed recently found the perfect book in her fathers study. Actually called Get Tough! , it had been written in World War II by Major W. E. Fairbairn to teach hand-to-hand combat to British Commandos and the U.S. Armed Forces. Every day she and her brother practiced new holds and the various ways of securing a prisoner. So far, he had only thrown her once. Hed been getting tired of always being pinned, headlocked, and hip thrown, so to keep him interested, shed let him take her down in a stranglehold that left marks on her neck for days and got them both in trouble. Now they practiced when no one else was home.

Distracted, Charlie kept peering out into the yard. He gestured for her to put the plate somewhere. She set it on top of one of the junked radiators lining the stall. A shadow darkened the bright doorway.

Well, what dya know, Charlie said. I figured that was it.

The entering man was broad backed and unshaven. There were deep pocks on his forehead and nose. His dark hair was wild and bushy. A black dog trotted alongside. The man didnt look at Nellie and her brother, but the dog did. His stare was yellow. His thick tail wagged, but hesitantly.

Took longern I thought, the man said. But its done.

Hourn a half?

The man shrugged. Pay what you think, I dont care.

Bad move, she knew, seeing Charlies grin. This sucker didnt know what he was up against. Last time here, out by the barn door, shed found a half-buried quarter that Charlie made her hand over. He insisted it was hishe remembered dropping it in that exact spot. Probably why he had them call him Charlie; that way, he could treat them like everyone else.

Henry raised his shaky hand for the dog to sniff. Theyd been working on that, too, biding your time, letting the animal know you werent a threat. The dog gave an eager yip and Henry lurched back.

Boone, the mans deep voice warned. Down.

Down the dog dropped.

Scared of his own shadow but pretty damn smart, Ill give him that, Charlie said. She thought he meant the dog until he introduced them as his daughters kids, no names given.

The man nodded without meeting their gaze.

How do you do, sir? My names Nellie. Nellie Peck. She reached to shake hands.

He stiffened back. Pleased to meet you, he said with a curt nod as if in pained acknowledgment of her far better manners.