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“Who did he throw poison on, Melissa?”
“Mother! And now he’s going to come back!”
“Where is this Mikoksi now?”
“In jail, but he’s going to get out and hurt us again!”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he doesn’t like us. He liked Mother but then he stopped liking her and he threw poison acid on her and tried to kill her but it only burned her on the face and she was still beautiful and could get married and have me!”
She began pacing the office, holding her temples, stooped and muttering like a little old woman.
“When did all this happen, Melissa?”
“Before I was born.” Rocking, face to the wall.
“Did Jacob tell you about it?”
Nod.
“Did your mother talk to you about it, too?”
Hesitation. Shake of head. “She doesn’t like to.”
“Why’s that?”
“It makes her sad. She used to be happy and beautiful. People took pictures of her. Then Mikoksi burned her face and she had to have operations.”
“Does Mikoksi have another name? A first name?”
She turned and faced me, truly puzzled. “I don’t know.”
“But you know he’s in jail.”
“Yes, but he’s getting out and it’s no fair and no justice!”
“Is he getting out of jail soon?”
More confusion.
“Did Jacob tell you he was getting out soon?”
“No.”
“But he did talk to you about justice.”
“Yes!”
“What does justice mean to you?”
“Being fair!”
She gave me a challenging look and put her hands on the flat place where one day her hips would be. Tension rumpled the sliver of brow beneath her bangs. Her mouth curled and she wagged a finger. “It was no fair and stupid! They should have a fair justice! They should have killed him with the acid!”
“You’re very angry at Mikoksi.”
Another incredulous look at the idiot in the chair.
I said, “That’s good. Getting really angry at him. When you’re angry at him, you’re not so scared of him.”
Both hands had fisted. She opened them, dropped them, sighed, and looked at the floor. More kneading.
I went over to her and kneeled so that we’d be at eye level if she chose to raise her eyes. “You’re a very smart girl, Melissa, and you’ve helped me a lot by being brave and talking about scary things. I know how much you want not to be afraid anymore. I’ve helped lots of other kids and I’ll be able to help you.”
Silence.
“If you want to talk some more about Mikoksi or burglars or anything else, that’s okay. But if you don’t, that’s okay, too. We’ve got some more time together before Jacob comes back. How we spend it is up to you.”
No movement or sound; the second hand on the banjo clock across the room completed half a circuit. Finally she lifted her head. Looked everywhere but at me, then homed in suddenly, squinting, as if trying to put me in focus.
“I’ll draw,” she said. “But only with pencils. Not crayons, they’re too messy.”
She worked the pencil slowly, a tongue tip extending from one corner of her mouth. Her artistic ability was above average, but all the finished product told me was that she’d had enough for one day: happy-face girl next to happy-face cat in front of red house and a fat-trunked tree full of apples. All of it under a huge golden sun with prehensile rays.
When she was through she pushed it across the desk and said, “You keep it.”
“Thank you. It’s terrific.”
“When am I coming back?”
“How about in two days? Friday.”
“Why not tomorrow?”
“Sometimes it’s good for kids to take some time to think about what happened before they come in.”
“I think fast,” she said. “And there’s other stuff I didn’t say yet.”
“You really want to come in tomorrow?”
“I want to get better.”
“All right then, I can see you tomorrow at five. If Jacob can bring you.”
“He will,” she said. “He wants me to get better, too.”
I saw her out through the separate exit and spotted Dutchy walking down the hall, a paper bag in one hand. When he saw us he frowned and looked at his watch.
Melissa said, “We’re coming back to him at five tomorrow, Jacob.”
Dutchy raised his eyebrows and said, “I believe I’m right on time, Doctor.”
“You are,” I said. “I was just showing Melissa the separate exit.”
“So other kids won’t see me or know who I am,” she said. “It’s privacy.”
“I see,” said Dutchy, looking up and down the hall. “I brought you something, young lady. To tide you over until di
Melissa squealed, took it from him, and prepared to bite into it.
Dutchy cleared his throat.
Melissa held the cookie mid-air. “Thank you, Jacob.”
“You’re quite welcome, young lady.”
She turned to me. “Would you like some, Dr. Delaware?”
“No, thank you, Melissa.” Sounding to myself like a charm school candidate.
She licked her lips and went to work on the cookie.
I said, “I’d like to talk to you for a moment, Mr. Dutchy.”
He glanced at his watch again. “The freeway… the longer we wait…”
I said, “Some things came up during the session. Important things.”
He said, “Really, it’s quite-”
I forced a patient grin and said, “If I’m to do my job, I’m going to need help, Mr. Dutchy.”
From the look on his face, I might have passed wind at an embassy di
I smiled at her, said, “We’ll just be one second, hon,” and joined him.
He looked up and down the hall and folded his arms across his chest. “What is it, Doctor?”
From a foot away, he was shaven clean as palmar flesh, smelling of bay rum and fresh laundry.
I said, “She talked about what happened to her mother. Some person named Mikoksi.”
He flinched. “Really, sir, it’s not my place.”
“This is important, Mr. Dutchy. It’s obviously relevant to her fears.”
“It’s best that her mother-”
“True. The problem is I’ve left several messages with her mother that haven’t been returned. Normally, I wouldn’t even see a child without direct parental participation. But Melissa obviously needs help. Lots of help. I can provide that help but I need information.”
He chewed his cheek so long and hard I was afraid he’d gnaw through it. Down the hall, Melissa was munching and staring at us.
He said, “Whatever happened was before the child’s time.”
“Chronologically, maybe. But not psychologically.”
He stared at me for a long moment. A hint of moisture appeared in the corner of his right eye, no bigger than the diamond on a budget engagement ring. He blinked and made it disappear. “Really, this is quite awkward. I’m an employee…”
I said, “All right. I don’t want to put you in a difficult position. But please deliver the message that someone needs to talk to me as soon as possible.”
Melissa scuffed her feet. The cookie was gone. Dutchy gave her a grave but oddly tender look.
I said, “I do want to see her tomorrow at five.”
He nodded, took a step closer, so that we were almost touching, and whispered in my ear: “She pronounces it Mikoksi but the damned villain’s name was McCloskey. Joel McCloskey.”
Lowering his head and pushing it forward, like a turtle peeking out of its shell. Waiting for a reaction.
Expecting me to know something…
I said, “Doesn’t ring any bells.”
The head drew back. “Were you living in Los Angeles ten years ago, Doctor?”
I nodded.
“It was in the papers.”
“I was in school. Concentrating on my textbooks.”