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(“A lucky thing for all of us,” said Derek.)
There was the sound of a car in the yard and Karin thought, could it be Rosemary? Had Rosemary been the one to get depressed, left alone; had she followed Karin for company?
When she heard the boots on the kitchen steps she knew it was Derek.
She called out, “Surprise, surprise. Look who’s here!”
Derek came into the room and said, “Hullo Karin,” without a trace of welcome. He set a couple of bags down on the table. A
“Yes,” said Derek. “What’s this muck?”
“For cleaning the silver,” A
Karin bent over the knife she was drying. It would be the worst thing in the world if she should cry (last summer it would have been impossible). A
That, too, she had remembered.
“I’d think Karin could be a help to you,” said A
There was a slight pause during which they might have looked at each other. Then Derek said, “Okay, Karin. Come on and help me take pictures.”
Many of the rocks were just sitting around on the barn floor-not yet sorted or labelled. Others sat on shelves, separately displayed, with printed cards to identify them. For some time Derek was silent, moving these around, then fiddling with the camera, trying to get the best angle and the proper light. When he started to take the pictures he gave brief orders to Karin, getting her to shift the rocks or tilt them, and pick up others from the floor, to be photographed even without labels. It didn’t seem to her that he really needed-or wanted-her help at all. Several times he drew in his breath as if he was going to say this-or tell her something else that was important and unpleasant-but then all he said was “Shift to the right a little,” or “Give me a look at the other side.”
All last summer Karin had nagged in her brat way and requested in a serious way to be taken along on one of Derek’s forays, and finally he had said she could come. He made it as hard as he could, a test. They sprayed themselves with Off!, but it didn’t entirely prevent the bugs from getting at them, burrowing into their hair and finding a way under neck bands and shirt cuffs. They had to squelch through boggy places where their boot prints immediately filled up with water, then climb up steep banks covered with berry canes and wild rosebushes and tough, tripping vines. Also clamber over smooth, tilted outcrops of bare rocks. They wore bells around their necks, so that they could locate each other if separated, and so any bears could hear them coming and stay clear.
They came on one big mound of bear scat, with a fresh glisten to it and an apple core only half digested.
Derek had told her that there were mines all through this country. Almost every known mineral was there but usually not enough to make them profitable, he said. He had visited all these abandoned, almost forgotten mines and hacked out his samples or simply picked them up off the ground. “The first time I brought him home he just disappeared up the ridge and found a mine,” A
The mines were a disappointment, though Karin would never have said so. She had been hoping for some Ali Baba cave with a gleam of glittery rocks in the darkness. Instead Derek showed her a narrow entryway, almost a natural split in the rock, blocked off now by a poplar tree that had taken root in that absurd place and grown up crooked. The other entry, that Derek said was the most feasible anywhere, was just a hole in the side of a hill, with rotted beams lying on the ground or still supporting part of the roof and bricks holding back some of the earth and rock rubble. Derek pointed out the faint tracks where the rails had run for the ore cart. Pieces of mica were lying around, and Karin collected some. They at least were beautiful and looked like authentic treasure. They were like flakes of smooth dark glass that turned to silver when you held them to the light.
Derek said she should take just one piece and that for a private keepsake, not to be shown to people. “Keep it under your hat,” he said. “I don’t want talk about this place.”
Karin said, “Do you want me to swear to God?”
He said, “Just remember.” Then he asked her if she wanted to see the castle.
Another disappointment, and a joke. He led her to a cement-walled ruin that he said had probably been a storage place for ore. He showed her the break in the tall trees, filled up with saplings, where the rail line had run. The joke was that some of the hippies had got lost in here a couple of years ago and come out with the report of a castle. Derek hated people making mistakes like that, not seeing what was in front of their eyes or could be figured out with the right information.
Karin walked around the top of the crumbling wall and he did not tell her to watch her footing or be careful she didn’t break her neck.
On the way home there was a thunderstorm and they had to stay inside a heavy thicket of cedars. Karin could not keep still-she couldn’t tell if she was scared or elated. Elated, she decided, and she jumped up and ran in circles, throwing up her arms and shrieking in the brightness of the light that penetrated even this shelter. Derek told her to calm down, just to sit and count to fifteen after each flash and see if that didn’t bring the thunder.
But she thought he was pleased with her. He didn’t think she was scared.
It was the truth, that there were people whom you positively ached to please. Derek was one of them. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could keep you and have contempt for you forever. Fear of the lightning, fear when she saw the bear scat, or the wish to believe the ruin was the ruin of a castle-even a failure to recognize the different qualities of mica, pyrite, quartz, silver, feldspar-any of that could make Derek decide to give up on her. As he had given up in different ways on Rosemary and A
“Notice some elements of doom and gloom around here today?” Derek said.
Karin slid her hands over a piece of quartz that looked like ice with a candle inside. She said, “Is it because of Rosemary?”
“No,” said Derek. “This is serious. A
Karin said, “Why would she want to? Sell it?”
“Money,” said Derek. “Try money.”
“Doesn’t Rosemary pay her enough rent?”
“How long is that going to last? The pasture isn’t rented this year, the land’s too soggy. The house needs money spent or it’ll fall down. I’ve worked four years on a book that isn’t even finished. We’re ru
Karin didn’t see why he would. She knew nothing about Sudbury. “If I was rich I could buy it,” she said. “Then you could go on like now.”
“Someday you will be rich,” Derek said matter-of-factly. “But not soon enough.” He was putting the camera away in its case. “Keep on the right side of your mother,” he said. “She’s rich as stink.”