Susan Beth Pfeffer - Marly the Kid

Marly the Kid

Susan Beth Pfeffer

For Billie

and

for Lois

ONE

She had her story all ready, in case anybody asked what she was doing on a bus leaving Great Oaks, instead of being at school. She was going to visit a sick grandmother. It had worked for Little Red Riding Hood, Marly reasoned, so it should work for her. To bolster her courage, and because the color was appropriate, she was wearing a red dress, a hand-me-down from her older sister, Kit. Even with Kits red hair, it had looked a lot better on her than it did on Marly, but then again, everything did. Kit was tall and slender and beautiful. Marly was short and dumpy and not unattractive. That had been the second to last thing to make her leave. There was nothing Marly hated more than a sympathetic gym teacher, and shed gotten one for her sophomore year at high school. The lady remembered Kit vividly (and why not, shed graduated the June before and had caused a stir that summer winning the county beauty contest and then running off to Colorado), and she looked at Marly and said in her most hopeful voice, Well, youre not unattractive. Your sister, Kit, is a beauty, but we each have to make do with what were given. Marly boiled all day after that. She walked home alone hating herself and her school and her entire life. She was greeted at home by her mother, a nurse, who changed shifts the way most people change underwear6 to 2 one day, 9 to 4 the next, 3 to 12 the next. The last person Marly wanted to see was her mother. It was her genes that had screwed up Marly in the first place.

Did you have a nice day? her mother asked, almost as though she were interested. To keep Marly from being deceived, she read a magazine while she asked.

I had a lousy day, Marly said. My gym teacher said I was not unattractive.

Your teachers crazy, Marlys mother said. Marly held her breath. Was it possible her mother was actually going to say something nice about her? The last time that happened was right after Kit left, and then it was only a compliment for the desperate. Well, theres one thing to be said for you, her mother had said on that historic day. At least youre not flighty.

Why do you say that? Marly asked, taking her life into her own hands. I mean about my teacher being crazy.

Getting your hopes up like that, her mother said. Its bad enough the way you look. Theres no point encouraging any delusions. Which, God knows, you suffer from enough. You and your equally crazy father. Thinking that now that Kits gone, we can live on bread and water. Now that he has that ritzy new wife, he probably just wants to keep all his money and spend it on jewels for her, diamonds and rubies, while we make do with old shoes and TV dinners. I bet they eat out every day.

We would too if we could afford it, Marly said, already deciding what she would pack.

What kind of crack is that? her mother said. I work every blasted day to keep this family going, not that its a family any more, with Kit gone, and hardly a hello how are you since she left.

She writes to me, Marly said.

Arent you the lucky one, her mother said. I bet shes asking for money all the time. Just like her father, that one. Always taking, even from a helpless little thing like you. Not unattractive. Well, not unattractive, how about cleaning up your room. Im sick and tired of looking at Kits stuff, every time I go in there.

Why do you go in there at all then?

How else do you expect me to find out how Kit is? her mother asked. You never bring her letters out here for me to read.

Thats because theyre addressed to me, Marly said. Youve been reading my mail?

I knew her before you did, her mother said. And the only reason shes not writing to me is because she doesnt want to admit I was right. Miss High and Mighty. Thought shed go out West and show them all. And what are they letting her do? Paint sets. Put on make-up. Helen Hayes never put on anybodys makeup.

Kits having a great time, Marly said, deciding on the red dress, to give her courage. And you shouldnt read my letters.

You shouldnt keep them from me, her mother said. Now leave me alone. Talking to you gives me a headache.

Her mothers newest shift was 6 A.M. to 2 P.M. When her alarm rang the next morning, Marly had the comforting knowledge that she was alone, and would be until after lunch. She considered turning over and going back to sleep, but decided even with the extra time, she should get ready. So she took a shower, packed as many of her clothes as would fit into her mothers best remaining suitcase, debated which of her books she should take along, decided on The Great Gatsby, piled her library books together and left them on the kitchen counter with a note on top.

Dear Mom,

The books are due in two weeks. Please return them, since the new librarian gets mean about overdue books. I hope with me gone youll have more money for yourself. I am running away. Please dont try to find me, since I never want to speak to you again. If I change my mind, Ill give you a call. Tell Kit, Ill get in touch with her as soon as I can. I am not running away to Colorado, if thats what youre thinking. Not that I care what you think. You never cared about what I thought. I hope you rot in hell.

Love,

Marly

She considered crossing out that part about rotting in hell, but it was nothing her mother hadnt said to her, and besides, it was the truth. Marly picked up her suitcase, stole the twenty-dollar bill her mother kept in the freezer, a hiding place shed discovered years back, picked up her suitcase and walked the half mile to the bus station.

She wasnt sure where she wanted to go. If she had her choice in the matter, she would have picked London, but twenty dollars wouldnt get her there, not even by bus. Marly prided herself on being practical. Next choice would be Colorado, but it wasnt fair to Kit, and the money wouldnt get her there either. Kit had told her to leave, to go live with their father. He was third choice. Marly knew it was a dumb place to go, since her mother was bound to find her, but Marly didnt care if her mother knew where she was, just as long as she didnt make her come back. And Sally, her stepmother, had said she was always welcome. Of course, its one thing to say something like that, and quite enough to have your husbands kid show up on your doorstep. But if Sally didnt want her, she could always run away again. And her father did want her. That she knew. So she asked for a one-way ticket to Henderson, waited an hour and fifteen minutes inside the station watching people play the pinball machine, and waiting for someone to ask her why she was there, and not in school. Sick grandmother. Why was that more socially acceptable than running away to live with a father? There was no accounting for society.

But no one asked while she waited, and no one asked when she got on the bus, not even the bus driver, who looked experienced and likely to wonder about her, and no one asked for the entire two-hour trip to Henderson.

Sally had seemed nice enough, but of course they hadnt had much of a chance to talk, and she was probably trying to make a good impression on Marly and Kit. Kit couldnt understand why anybody would want to marry their father, but of course Kit never got along very well with him; hed always favored Marly. He was the only person in the whole human race who did, and Marly cherished him. Still, Sally might prove to be a rotten person. What did Marly know about her? She was a schoolteacher, third grade, and now her last name was Carson, like Marlys. That was it. That wasnt much to base an entire future on. And suppose Sally pretended she liked Marly, just for the sake of peace in the family? Marly had heard about families like that, where the parents pretended for peace in the family. They always sounded like mythical characters to her, but there were kids Marly knew whose parents tried not to fight in front of them, and all kinds of wonderful things like that. Sally might be like that too. Civilized. And then Marly would never know whether she really wanted her around, or was just putting up with her.