Susan Anderson - Death Of A Sad Face

Late Wednesday evening, October 28, 1868

Teo undressed in a hurry because he knew the specter might appear any moment. He folded his breeches and put them on the chair, ready for the next day. Struggling into his nightshirt, he lifted the bedcovers with the book in his hand, the one hed tried to read to Maria earlier. That had been a mistake, a big one, but he only wanted her to smile at him like she had that one time. Instead, she told him to get out of her parlor because he wasnt allowed, and anyway, she had to practice, so hed lowered his head and left the room.

No sooner had he jumped into the bed and begun reading when there was a whoosh and a puff of smoke, and the flame of his candle flickered. He smelled something bad, like a rot from the streets.

The wild creature was in the corner again, all greasy and scaly but vapory, too, so Teo had to squint hard to see him. He had three eyes, his beard was green, and flames shot out of his mouth and ears. Teo gave a shiver. He wondered if the bad thing would happen to him like it had to his parents, but just then, the creature cast a horny toad into his innards that nearly choked him, and for a while he couldnt move.

What are you doing, lad, just sitting around and reading, like as if you had all night and owned a candle factory besides? Books are no good for boys-girls, maybe-but not for the likes of you. Got to get yourself out of here. Best heed my words when the moon is full. Tonights your last chance. And dont say I didnt warn you.

Can you make Falco come back? My parents, too?

Why would I want to do that? They aint never coming back. But that dont mean you gotta sit here and take it while that smug princess with the piano gives of her babbling. You gonna take all her moods? Her friends, too? Such a tatty blighter you are! Why, when I was your age, if a body looked cross at me, he was a mess soon enough, and this ones a girl, besides.

The specter spat, and his spittle spread and smoked, and made a hole in the floor. When I was a tike, much younger than you, I left home, I did. No schooling for me. Didnt need no prompting, neither. Made myself a fortune soon enough. Built this house. Lived like a king. But you, what are you good for but taking handouts from a widow?

Donna Finas glad Im here. She couldnt have stood it if Id gone away to live in the orphanage, thats what she says, and she told me not to pay attention to Maria. All Maria wants is her piano. Its not her fault, born that way, thats what Donna Fina says.

Boy turns into a man by leaving. Better go now, or tonight when youre sleeping all warm in your bed, something badll happen, sure enough, like as happened on that day by the sea.

Im not afraid of you.

Leave if youve got any sense, boy, before that runty brother of yours gets in my way and I stomp on his head.

With that, the specter disappeared.

Teo slammed the pillow over his ears and tried not to think about his brother or about his parents. If his head were formed like the others at school, he wouldnt have to leave, but there was nothing he could do about it, Falco had told him that. When youre older, if youre lucky, your nose and lips will pop out more and the cleft in your chin will disappear. But take a look at your old mans face, dont you see it, you look just like him, no hope for you. Falco had laughed and so had he, but those were the happy days.

In the happy days, his parents were alive, and he and Falco spent lots of time together and so what if the other kids didnt like them. Falco had a silvery eye that wouldnt stay put, so they stuck together, him and Falco, a flat face and a silvery eye. They laughed about it, the two of them sitting under the chestnut tree near the schoolyard, listening to the others whooping and playing.

But one day Falco didnt come to school. The teacher said hed gone, to where she didnt know, just left with his family, no goodbyes. After that, school made his stomach ache. Not the teacher, she was fine and liked the way he read aloud, but that made it worse because after he read real good that one time, the kids hated him.

Working for Vicenzu, that was better than going to school, especially in the morning because Vicenzu made a bench for him in the front of the store where he could mend customers shoes, and when his fingers worked the leather, it was just like he was back in his fathers shop. The men talked to one another while he fixed their shoes. They rolled their hands and laughed and gave him tips, and it was fine, but now Donna Fina said he couldnt work in the mornings, he must make friends at school.

Maria didnt like him anymore, he knew, because she wouldnt walk with him to school. She wasnt mean all the time-too smart and beautiful for that. She loved her piano the way he loved books-that had to count for something-and she didnt start out bossy. He didnt know why she crossed over to being with the mean kids. Maybe the specter cast a spell on her. He tried not to mind her mood too much, and when he stood quiet and closed his eyes and thought hard about the books and mending the shoes, it was fine. But other times, like when Maria wouldnt look at him, he felt like yanking her pigtails so hard theyd come off, but he didnt.

He dressed and tiptoed across the hall to where his brother slept. His brother looked red tonight. Trouble keeping down the milk, thats what the wet nurse told him, so he kissed him and put his nose close to his face. He rubbed the hair on his scalp, and his brother smiled and moved his arms and legs fast. Teo was the only one who could make his brother smile, his mother told him that, but he couldnt think about her now or about leaving his brother, and anyway, hed be back after he made himself a fortune.

His room faced the front and the sea, and he went to the window for one last look at the waves, and he wondered what was on the other side. Maybe the souls of the dead, like his mother and father, and now Falco who wasnt dead, not as far as he knew, but whod left without saying goodbye, which was as good as dead. He stood at the window and waited until the moon was high and the stars pricked the sky before he wrapped himself in Vicenzus old cape and stuffed a book into his sack. After kissing his brother once more, he nodded to the wet nurse and crept down the stairs and along the hall, opening the door as softly as he could, and slipped out into the night.

Early Thursday morning, October 29, 1868

Serafina bit into a brioche. Colonnas on the front page declaiming again, as if he were the commissioner. Had she spoken that aloud? She listened for sounds of stirring, but heard nothing, only a solemn emptiness from the floors above and the domestic banging about in the next room, keeping time to the sweep of the wind under the eaves. She went to the stove, poured herself another caff. Returning to her newspaper, she pursed her lips and flicked the image of the simpering inspector photographed next to a twisted body in situ. The headline read, Butler Dead, Jewels Missing. Another crime in sleepy Oltramari. Well, she was having none of it, not that the commissioner had asked for her help yet. Instead, she set the paper aside and let her thoughts wander.

Lately, life had been filled with dead bodies, and she wasnt in the mood for another one. First, it was her husbands death over two years ago, followed by a bloody uprising in town, and a slew of other killings, too many to count. Most of all, she remembered the look on the faces of those weighted with sudden loss. Teos eyes swam into view.