Ivy in the Shadows (16 page)

So much for thinking I was doing a great job of ignoring Ellen. Instead, I'd ignored Lindsay. To make up for it, I said, “I was wondering if you'd like to go to the next football game with me.”

“Sure!” she said.

That afternoon, when we reached our bus stop, Lindsay stood to let me leave. “So, we're on for the football game, right?”

“Right. Sounds good!” I called on my way out, and realized that I really meant it.

JJ ran into the house first, straight for the kitchen. Aunt Maureen peeled the paper off an ice cream sandwich and handed it to JJ. He ran outside just as the phone rang.

“Oh! Good, I've been waiting on that pastor to call all day.” She punched the phone.

“Hello? Sonny! I wasn't expecting you.” Her voice dropped. “Please don't do this to me. You want me to come back but it would be to an empty house. You say you'll look for another job but you've said that before. The next thing I know, you'll be back on the road.”

She made me feel sorry for Uncle Sonny. I should have given her privacy but I also wanted to hear what she said, so I quietly opened an ice cream sandwich for myself and listened.

“Sonny, you've got to get over me.” Aunt Maureen dabbed at her eyes. I knew she was crying but I'll bet Uncle Sonny didn't because her voice didn't show it.

“There's something you should know. I have a date Saturday night.”

I couldn't hear what Uncle Sonny said, but whatever it was, it wasn't enough to make Aunt Maureen go back home.

“Please stop. I love you but we don't work anymore. I have to go now. Goodbye.”

She had just clicked off when the phone rang again.

“I just can't take any more.” She took a deep breath, then looked at the caller ID. “Oh, thank goodness. It's not Sonny. It's the pastor.”

She said hello and walked down the hall. I couldn't imagine what she wanted Pastor Harold for so I was glad when she came back into the room, still talking.

“Well, you seemed eager enough to help Cass out earlier, without her even asking, I might add.”

She listened and said,
“
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well, you just go on about your business then and don't worry that a member of your flock needs your help.”

She shut the phone off and muttered, “That man!”

“What is it?” I asked. Mama would have shooed me away but Aunt Maureen didn't seem to worry about hiding things the way Mama did.

“I told that preacher your mama and I have dates Saturday night and asked him to sit for you guys again.”

I glared at her as she said, “I promised your mama I'd find someone and every single person on her list of sitters is busy that night. I thought that preacher would come over, but no, he has
plans
. I guess I'll just have to keep looking.”

And there she went again, acting like JJ was her responsibility, not mine.

“JJ is my brother,” I said. “I took care of him before you came. You shouldn't be asking people to take care of him. It's my job!”

She folded her arms and leaned back.

“So, Miss Ivy, it would appear I've stepped on your toes somehow.”

“Just because you happened to call one night when things were a little crazy around here doesn't mean I wanted you to take over,” I said. “I never asked you to come!”

She picked lint off her sweater, like my words hadn't bothered her one tiny bit, but I could see the hurt in her eyes. Trouble was, I was plenty hurt myself.

“Well, I guess I wasn't asked, at that,” she said.

She got up and put the dishes in the sink. “You know what, Ivy? Today hasn't been easy. I think I'll get a manicure and try to relax and you can have that time with JJ that you want. Be sure and have dinner ready by the time your mama gets home, okay?”

Then she grabbed her purse and left. I hadn't counted on having to cook but maybe Mama would bring home some food. If not, I'd find something. I could take care of my family. I wanted to and Aunt Maureen could just go on her dates, get manicures, and whatever else she wanted to do. That was just fine with me.

*   *   *

I woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of the phone ringing and then Mama scurrying around. I didn't have to go too far down the hall to hear her tell Aunt Maureen, “I'll do the best I can but Magdalena gave me a job when no one else would. If she's shorthanded and needs me today, then I have no choice.”

“Are you sure you didn't cook this up to try to get out of our dates tonight?” Aunt Maureen asked.

“
Your
date, Maureen. I'm just going along to keep you from doing anything foolish.”

“Derek is bringing along his friend for you!” Aunt Maureen called through the bathroom door after Mama closed it.

“That's his problem!” Mama shouted back.

“Don't mess this up for me, Cass,” Aunt Maureen said in a stern voice. Then it softened. “Please.”

The bathroom door flew open and Mama buttoned the top button of her blouse as she hurried down the stairs with Aunt Maureen on her tail.

“I said I'd go, so I'll go. I just might be running a little late. You did find a sitter, right? Because I won't go that far away from my children without one.”

“Yes, I did. The manicurist recommended a girl that she uses and she was available.”

“What's her name?”

“Jada Wilson. She's a freshman and her parents are dentists.”

It was bad enough having Aunt Maureen taking over with JJ. I wasn't going to sit there and have some girl not much older than me watching
my
brother. It was time I took charge again. I didn't know Jada but it wasn't hard finding her number. The phone book listed Drs. Wilson and Wilson under dentists, with their residence beneath their office. I wrote it down and stuffed the slip of paper into my pocket to use when it was almost time for Mama and Aunt Maureen to leave. By then it would be too late for them to do anything about it.

*   *   *

Later that day, when Aunt Maureen was trying on dresses and it was almost time for Mama to come home, I grabbed the phone from the hall, took it into my room, and closed the door. I pulled out the number and dialed.

“Hello?”

Putting on my best “mother” voice, I said, “May I speak to Jada?”

“Jada is in the shower. This is her mother. Would you like me to have her call you?”

“No,” I said. “This is Cass Henry. I'm afraid we won't need Jada to babysit tonight after all. Our plans have changed. We've heard good things about her, though. We'll call again soon.”

I said my goodbyes and then called Lindsay.

“Hey!” she said. “Want to hang out?”

“Well, not right now but I need a favor. I can call out on our phone but I'm not sure people are able to call in. Will you hang up and try to call me?”

“Sure!” she said. We hung up. A moment later the phone rang. I made sure I picked it up before anyone else could.

“I guess it's working now. Thanks, Lindsay!”

“Sure! Too bad you can't hang out. I'll bet my mom would take us to a movie.”

I hesitated for a minute. I mean, not that I could go to a movie tonight, even if I wanted to. But I wondered: when was the last time Ellen sounded so happy to hear from me?

“I can't, Lindsay,” I said. “But I truly wish I could.” And that's the funny part. I really did.

I said goodbye and then remembered why I'd called her in the first place. “Aunt Maureen? That call was from Jada Wilson,” I lied. “She said she'd be a little late tonight but not to worry.”

Aunt Maureen stepped out of Mama's bedroom where she was getting ready. “Did she say how long she'd be?”

“No, just that you shouldn't hold up your plans. She promised she'd only be a few minutes late.”

I turned to go back into my room and saw JJ, his head tilted, looking at me funny. I felt a twinge of guilt. Did he know what I'd just done? I shrugged it off. How could he? I hopped on my bed, scooted Aunt Maureen's iPod Shuffle aside, and popped my favorite CD in my old player, feeling good about being back in charge.

Mama got home “just in the nick of time” according to Aunt Maureen, who whisked her into the bathroom, where she already had the shower running.

I warmed up the fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas that Mama brought from Dining Divinely.

“Peas? Blech! I'd rather eat mud cookies!” JJ said.

“Mud cookies?!” I said.

“Caleb told me about them. People in Haiti eat mud!”

I took a deep breath and counted to ten. I'd won JJ back from Aunt Maureen but I still had Caleb to deal with. To get his mind on something else, I said, “We're going to have fun tonight, JJ. Maybe we'll watch a movie together and eat popcorn.”

“Where are Mama and Aunt Maureen going?”

“Out dancing, I guess,” I said.

“Because it's Saturday night, right?” He bit into a chicken leg. “People always go to music places on Saturday night!”

“Well, not all people,” I said.

“But some do. Mama is. It's a musical night! Right, Caleb?”

Caleb smiled. “I suppose any night could be a musical one.”

“But Saturday night is when Daddy used to be gone all night playing. It's the best musical night.” He hopped from his chair, wiped his mouth, and ran off to play.

*   *   *

I had just finished washing the silverware and Caleb was gathering the garbage when Mama and Aunt Maureen came downstairs. Mama looked just as pretty as the last time, but she didn't look at all happy about going.

She walked over to me and put one hand on each side of my face. “Sugar, are you positive you're going to be all right until the babysitter gets here? Maybe we should wait until then.”

“Mama! You're treating me like a baby. She said she'd be here soon and lots of girls my age babysit. We'll be fine.”

She sighed. “I guess you're right. I gave JJ a kiss and told him to be good. I wish I had a cell phone. Call Aunt Maureen's if you need anything.”

“I will.”

She told Caleb goodbye, then they were gone.

17

The phone rang and I hurried to answer, thinking that Mama might have forgotten something. Was I ever surprised when I heard Ellen's voice!

“Ivy!” She sounded upset. “Ivy, I asked you to bring me the things I bought you. I need them back now!”

“I … I already did!”

“No, you didn't, and now I'm in so much trouble.” She hiccuped because she was crying so hard.

“Ellen, calm down. What's wrong?”

“Only … the end … of the … world.” She hiccuped between every few words.

“I'll come right over,” I said.

“No! I'm not at home!” she practically yelled. “And if my mother calls, you don't know where I am! Bring the stuff to the mall. I'll wait for you by Catie's Closet.”

“But I don't have your stuff! I sent it to you with Caleb last Saturday. Didn't you get it?”

“Caleb?” she said. “Oh, no! Ivy, you didn't!”

“What?”

“When I saw that lowlife, Caleb, I told him to get off our property. He dropped a bag and I threw it in the trash can by the curb! Oh, Ivy, don't tell me it had those clothes in it!”

Now, I'll admit that, to annoy Ellen, I sent Caleb instead of delivering the bag myself. I'll take the blame for that. But I never in a million years thought he'd get treated so badly by her.

“Well, it serves you right, doesn't it, Ellen? I mean, Caleb delivered them because I asked him to! And he was just bringing back the
junky
stuff you gave me, anyway. What's the big deal?” I was breathing hard because I was so mad, but there was only silence on her end. When she finally answered, she was flat-out sobbing.

“The big deal is that I took my mom's credit card out of her purse to buy it. And now, if I can't get a refund from the store, then my mom will know what happened.”

“But I wore them! How could you have gotten a refund, anyway?”

“You'd only worn them once, Ivy. It might have worked.”

“Oh, Ellen! Why would you do such a dumb thing?”

“Because Alexa uses her mom's card all the time. So when she bought stuff for herself, I bought some for me. I even threw in those things for you. Alexa told me that if Mom noticed, she would think it was identity theft and the credit card company wouldn't make her pay! But that's not good enough for
my
mom. I heard her tell them she wanted the store to look at their surveillance cameras!”

Time sort of slowed down. It had to because too many thoughts ran through my brain for it to be working on regular time. I wondered what happened to the Ellen I'd always known. She never broke rules, not even when we were little. And what would happen to her? I shuddered, thinking what it would be like if it were me and my mama found out that I'd stolen her credit card. I felt bad that Ellen bought me the stuff in the first place, but then I remembered how she'd practically forced it on me. Truth be told, Ellen had only bought me those clothes so I'd look “cool” to Alexa's friends at her stupid party. And I guess that thought made me catch up to real time.

“Ellen, I don't know what I can do.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for nothing!” she said, and hung up.

I knew I should leave well enough alone. I hadn't brought any of this on. But Ellen sounded so torn up and a part of me felt guilty for not taking the stuff to her myself. If I had, Caleb wouldn't have been made to feel bad, and surely he had. Plus Ellen wouldn't be in this mess. So I ran out the door, thinking I'd get to Catie's Closet and somehow try to help her.

“Guys! I'll be right back!” I shouted loud enough for Caleb and JJ to hear.

I knew I'd get there faster if I rode so I went to the garage and found my bicycle. I got on it and headed out. I pumped my legs harder than I ever had and finally got to the mall, but Ellen wasn't in front of Catie's Closet. I went inside and didn't find her there, either.