The Dead And The Gone (11 page)

“I’m okay,” Bri said. “But what’s going on? Where are we going? Where’s Julie?”

“Still in school,” Alex said. He paused for a moment. “Bri, something great’s happened, thanks to Father Franco. There’s a convent upstate that’s taking teenage girls. Julie’s too young, but you’re the right age, so you can go there.”

“To be a nun?” Bri asked. “Alex, I’m too young.”

Alex pretended to laugh. “Not to be a nun,” he said. “It’s a convent but it’s also a working farm, and the sisters decided to open it up to good Catholic girls. You’ll be working on the farm, but it’ll also be a school. And because it’s a farm, there’ll be plenty of food. You like the country. You always had great times with your Fresh Air Fund family. This’ll be like that, only better, because there’ll be other girls your age there, and the nuns.”

Bri stood absolutely still. “Is it an orphanage?” she asked. “Are you sending me to an orphanage?”

“No, of course not,” Alex said. “Come on, Bri. We can’t miss the van. If it was an orphanage, wouldn’t I be sending Julie instead?”

“I don’t know,” Briana said. “Are you sending her someplace else? Or is it just me?”

“Just you because you’re the right age,” Alex replied. “Stop acting like it’s forever and you’re some kind of martyr. I wish there was a place I could go, where I’d be guaranteed three meals a day.”

“There is,” Bri said. “Join the Marines.”

“Very funny,” Alex said. “Now come on. We still have the park to cross.”

Briana was silent for a while. Alex was relieved not to have to answer any more questions, and to sec what passed for normal activity in Central Park. There were plenty of people riding bikes and others walking, enjoying the hot June day. No cars, but at times Central Park was closed to cars anyway. Even the cops riding horseback added to the sense of normalcy, the
clop-clop-clop
of the horses’ hooves making a soothing noise.

“If I hate it, can I come home?” Briana asked.

“You won’t hate it,” Alex said.

“But what if I do?” Bri persisted. “What if they’re mean to me? What if everyone’s nasty?”

“We’re lucky this place exists,” Alex said. “The nuns will look after you, and you’ll make lots of friends. The important thing is you’ll be safe. I don’t know how much longer New York’ll be okay. It is now but things are getting worse. We may not talk about that, but you’ve got to know. And yeah, if I can find a safe place for Julie, I’ll send her there. I’m responsible for the two of you, at least until Papi or Mami come back. Don’t you think they’d want you to be with the sisters, out of harm’s way?”

Briana remained silent.

“Answer that,” Alex said. “Don’t you think Mami and Papi would want you to be safe, at a convent with holy sisters looking after you?”

“Yes, Alex,” Bri said.

“Good,” he said.

“Does Julie know?” Bri asked. “Did you tell her and not me?”

“No, of course not,” Alex said.

“She’ll be angry when she finds out,” Bri said.

“That’s her problem,” Alex said. “Besides, she won’t be angry for long. Not when she realizes it’s best for you. The way we have.”

“I wish I could have said good-bye to her,” Bri said.

Alex pictured what that would have been like. “It’s better this way,” he said. “I’ll tell her all about the convent tonight.”

They walked in silence for a while longer, Alex trying not to think about how Julie would react.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Bri finally asked.

“To St. Benedict’s Church,” Alex replied. “They’re sending a van there to take all the girls to the convent.”

“Will you wait with me until it comes?” Briana asked. “Please, Alex.”

Alex nodded. “If they’ll let me,” he said.

“And you’ll write?” she asked. “You and Julie?”

“Of course we will,” he replied. “And you’ll write to us. The post office is crazy these days, so I don’t know how often you’ll get mail, but we’ll write. I promise.”

“I guess it will be like the Fresh Air Fund,” Briana said. “I was always scared when I left home each summer, but I had a nice time once I got used to it.”

“I packed your things,” Alex said. “I put in that picture of all of us that Mami had and your rosary beads and your diary and the
Starry Night
postcard.”

“Thank you,” Briana said. “How long have you known I’d be going?”

“Just a couple of days,” Alex said.

“I hope I’ll come home someday,” she said. “I think I’ll die if I don’t ever see you and Julie again.”

“You aren’t going to die,” Alex said. “And you’ll see us again. Now come on. We still have to get to Madison and then walk uptown.”

“Are you tired?” she asked. “Do you want me to carry the duffel bag for a while?”

“No, of course not,” Alex said. “Just walk faster.”

Briana picked up her pace, and the two of them walked more swiftly, resting only at street corners before crossing. The faster they walked, the less Alex thought about how much he was going to miss her.

By 108th Street, they could see the church up ahead. It was older than St. Margaret’s hut every bit as imposing. Alex was glad. It made little sense, but it was a relief to see the church look so respectable.

As they got closer, they saw a girl about Bri’s age accompanied by her mother. Alex picked up the pace, and Bri followed his lead. “Are you off to the farm?” Alex asked.

“Yes,” the mother said.

Alex noticed the girl was weeping.

“She’s homesick already,” the mother said. “It’s scary for her.”

“I’m Briana,” Bri said to the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Ashley,” the girl replied.

“I have a friend named Ashley,” Bri said. “She looks a little like you. Have you ever been on a farm?”

“No,” Ashley mumbled.

“I have,” Bri said. “Farms are really nice. Where do you go to school?”

“Mother of Mercy High School,” Ashley said. “I’m a sophomore.”

“I go to Holy Angels,” Bri said. “I’m in ninth grade.”

Ashley’s mother looked gratefully at Alex. “This has been so hard,” she whispered. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

“I know,” Alex said. “I’ve been telling Briana how lucky she is.”

They walked into the church together, and found a sign telling them to wait in the basement. When they got there, they found the room filled with girls and their families. A lot of people were crying, and Ashley began weeping again. Alex found two seats for himself and Briana. He held her hand, but she didn’t cry.

“You’re being very brave,” he told her. “I’m proud of you.”

“I don’t want to cry,” she said. “Alex, I’ve been thinking. I need you to promise me something.”

“If I can,” he said.

“No,” she said. “You have to promise me this. It’s like a holy vow. If you don’t, I’m going to get up and leave right now.”

Alex thought about Bri, how few scenes she made compared to Julie’s endless whining or Aunt Lorraine’s dramatics. “There are things I can’t promise,” he said. “I can’t promise the moon will return to its place, that things will ever be normal again.”

“I know,” she said. “And I know you can’t promise me that Papi and Mami will come home. But you have to vow to me that you and Julie won’t leave the apartment, that you won’t disappear on me. You have to vow that you’ll stay at home, so I’ll always know where you are, so when Papi and Mami and Carlos come home, they’ll know where you are and you can tell them where I am and I can come home then. Promise me that, Alex. I can’t have you gone like they are.”

“I promise,” he said, hoping that if he and Julie ever did have to leave, they’d have time to let Bri know. “We’ll stay there for you and Papi and Mami and Carlos.”

“All right,” Briana said. “You can go now. You need to get back so Julie will know what’s going on.”

“No,” Alex said, surprising himself with his vehemence. “I can’t just leave you. I have to stay to make sure you get on the van.”

“I told you I would,” Bri said. “You can trust me.”

“It’s not that,” Alex said. He didn’t want to tell Bri what he just realized, that if he left without seeing her get on the van, she’d be one of the gone and he couldn’t bear that. “I have papers they need. I have to stay until the van gets here.”

“All right,” Briana said. “I just thought you might want to go.”

“Bri, I don’t like this, either,” Alex said. “But it’s for the best. For you, and for Julie and me. More food for us. And we won’t worry, since we’ll know you’re being fed and taken care of.”

Briana nodded. “I think I’d like to pray now,” she said. “I think the holy
madre
will make me feel better.”

It was almost three before the van arrived. When it did, the sniffles turned to sobs, and even Alex had to fight tears. Briana was weeping openly as she hugged her brother farewell.

Alex showed the nun Bri’s baptism certificate, report card, and the canceled check. She was older than Alex had expected but she looked kind, and she smiled at Bri and welcomed her aboard. Alex loaded the duffel bag onto the overhead rack. The girls crowded in, and Alex noted that Briana sat next to Ashley. She’d already begun making friends, he thought, feeling proud. Her courage and her faith would be an example for all the other girls.

It was too late to go back to Holy Angels and find Julie, he realized as he began the walk back. Better to go straight to the apartment. He’d been avoiding thinking about Julie and how she’d feel, since the important thing was taking care of Briana, getting her to a place of safety. He knew Julie loved Bri, but he couldn’t help thinking there was a part of her that would be glad to be the only girl in the household.

It would be hard for him, having Julie without Bri serving as a buffer. But Julie would learn to respect his decisions. She wasn’t a bad kid, just spoiled and treated like a baby for too long. Her baby days were over. The world had no more room for twelve-year-old babies.

They’d start tonight, he decided. From now on, Julie would be making supper. She’d get to decide what they’d eat. Bri had been doing the cooking, such as it was, but now Julie would. It would mean more work for her, but more responsibility as well. And she wouldn’t be able to complain about the choices if she was the one doing the choosing.

Alex felt proud of himself. He was doing everything he had to do. It was hard for him, hard for all of them, but he pictured Bri and how brave she was, and he felt a new surge of pride. Carlos would say Bri was brave because she was the sister of a Marine, but Alex was learning there were a lot of different ways of being a fighter. Even Papi would be proud of Alex. When he came back, he’d treat Alex with a newfound respect.

He was sweaty, tired, and hungry by the time he unlocked the door to the apartment. It no longer mattered to him what Julie chose to make for their supper, just as long as she prepared it immediately.

But Julie was in no state to make supper. She ran straight at Alex, and instead of greeting him with a hug, began pummeling his chest with her fists.

“Where were you?” she screamed. “Where’s Bri: What have you done with Bri? I thought you were both gone forever, that you’d left me behind. I hate you! I hate you!”

Alex grabbed her wrists and held them tightly. “Stop it,” he said. “You know we would never leave you behind. Stop acting like a baby.”

“You’re hurting me,” she said.

“You hurt me,” he said. “Punching me like that. Would you ever do that to Papi?”

“You’re not Papi,” Julie said.

“I’m in charge,” Alex said. “Until Papi comes home, and you’ll respect me like you respect him. Now if you’ll behave yourself, I’ll tell you where Bri is.”

Julie glared at him, but she kept quiet.

“Father Franco told me about a convent upstate that has its own farm,” Alex said. “The sisters decided to open the convent to teenage Catholic girls. Bri is old enough so she got to go. You’re too young so you’re staying here. That’s all. No one’s disappeared on you. I would have picked you up at Holy Angels, but the van to the convent came late and I didn’t have the chance.”

“Is she coming back:” Julie asked.

“Not tonight,” Alex said. “It’s like camp, or school. Maybe she’ll like it so much, she’ll become a nun. You should be happy for her, that she’s someplace safe, where she’ll make friends and have food to eat. And I’ll take care of you. But you have to obey me just like you obey Papi, because that’s what he and Mami would expect of you. Do you feel better now? Do you have any other questions?”

Julie continued to look sullen. “Are you going to send me away?” she asked. “Like you sent Bri?”

“I’m going to do what’s best for you,” Alex said. “You’re my responsibility, and I’ll make sure you’re safe. Maybe you’ll stay with me or maybe you’ll go someplace else. Either way, I expect you to be as brave as Bri. She prayed to our Holy Mother for strength, and Mary granted it to her. Bri comforted another girl who was crying. A girl older than her. Do you think you can be that brave?”

“Promise me you won’t leave without telling me,” Julie said. “Alex, I was so scared. Promise me that.”

“I promise,” Alex said. “Now how about making supper for us. I don’t know about you, but even a can of spinach sounds good to me right now.”

“Okay,” Julie said. “Do you want some salmon with that? I think we still have a can left.”

“It’s up to you,” Alex said. “From now on, you’re in charge of the kitchen.” He realized what the consequences of that might be. “But don’t use up our food too fast,” he added. “Maybe just the spinach for tonight.”

“All right,” Julie said. “I’ll be careful. I promise I will be. And I’ll be good. Just don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t,” Alex said. “I promise.” Half a can of spinach, he thought. No breakfast, no lunch, and a half a can of spinach for supper. He could only hope that Bri would be eating more than that at the convent.

Sunday, June 12

After Mass, Julie asked Alex’s permission to spend the afternoon at her friend Lauren’s and Alex gladly said yes. He and Julie had an uneasy peace going, with neither of them saying very much for fear of provoking the other. An afternoon of not having to watch every word he said to his kid sister definitely had its appeal.