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and Agway out.
Chastity? Chastity Lambkin?
It was Mrs. Winter, limping painfully towards me. Her ankle was wrapped. She
was leaning on a cane on
her left side, and on the arm of her son Leroy on the other. She eyed Agway in
my arms.
What happened to you? I asked.
She stopped, puffing hard. You remember, dear. That unfortunate accident.
Your poor father s funeral.
I sprained my ankle when I fell. And I bruised my tailbone.
I m so sorry, I told her.
Yes, well, said Mrs. Winter. If people are going to have outdoor events,
dear, they really should
secure the premises first. Make sure there are no hazards for others to trip
on. Your father would have
done that.
Agway was staring curiously at Mrs. Winter. She frowned at him. Your
grandson? she asked.
I wasn t going to answer that. I m sorry you got hurt, Mrs. Winter.
She peered at me little harder, and her nosehole flared. Her eyes widened. She
looked like a marabunta
wasp had stung her.
That s my pin! she said. You re wearing my pin!
Her pin? I had straightened out my gold pin that she d been using to hike her
drawers up, and I was
wearing it on my blouse. No, it s mine.
Yours?
Yes, I found it the day of the funeral. I m so glad to have recovered it. I
lost it when I was just a little
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girl. Holy crap. At the funeral the pin! That had been the first magical
power surge!
Mrs. Winter straightened up, gave me her best patronising smile. No,
Chastity. I lost it at your father s
funeral. I ve had it all these years. I was using it to. . . I was wearing it
that day.
She d been wearing my pin at her panty waist, to hold it together. I tried to
keep my lips from twitching.
See what the letters spell, Mrs. Winter?
She looked at the pin again. Agway reached to touch it.
Gently, I pulled his little hand away. It had a sharp point, that pin. Those
aren t letters, spluttered Mrs.
Winter. They re how you call it rococo.
Evelyn leaned over and looked at the pin. C, T, L, she spelled out.
Chastity Theresa Lambkin. Oh,
and I recognise it, too! Isn t that the gold pin your mother gave you for your
birthday? The eighth or the
ninth, wasn t it? I remember you bringing it to school and showing it off!
Huh. I owed her for that one. Owed her for a lot, right now. Never mind.
Yes, I replied. It s mine. I turned to Mrs. Winter. I m so glad you found
it and kept it safe for me.
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All these years. What a generous thing to do.
Mrs. Winter s face was a picture.
Well, you know Mummy, said Leroy, amused. Too kind-hearted for her own
good.
Agway burbled at me. He was getting restless.
I have to go, I said. Time to give Agway his lunch.
Agway? asked Mrs. Winter.
Yes, answered Evelyn. Calamity is doing a wonderful charity for us; this
poor boy s family drowned at
sea, and she s fostering him.
She s fostering him?
So good to see you, Mrs. Winter, I burbled, heading for the doors to the
outside. See you at work
next week?
That woman is a witch, declared Evelyn once we were outside.
True that. Oh, this next thing was going to hurt. I need to thank you, I
said, for helping me just now
with Mrs. Winter. I managed not to choke on the words. And for letting me
look after Agway, too. I
sighed. And for the car.
You re welcome.
We walked in delicate silence the rest of the way to my car. The mechanic
hadn t patched the flat tyre;
instead, he d replaced all four and the windshield. Evelyn had paid for it.
Victoria perched on her
spanking new wheels like a dowager in shiny patent pumps.
I opened the passenger side. A fiery belch came from inside; the car had been
sitting in the sun for an
hour. So I opened the driver s side, too, to let some air flow through. Agway
stared curiously at Victoria,
and at the others in the parking lot. He pointed at it and asked me a
question.
I m sorry, babby, I said. I don t understand you.
He looked frustrated, repeated himself, this time more irritably. He pointed
at the car again.
It s a car, said Evelyn. She tapped on the roof of the car. Car. Can you
say that?
He just frowned at her.
Calamity! came a voice from behind me.
I turned. Leroy was running up to us.
Yes?
He stopped, panting a little. I just want to ask you. . . Mummy s too shamed
to ask you herself, but I
know she wants to know.
What?
Don t laugh when you hear this, all right? Or I won t be able to keep my face
straight when I go back to
her.
What she want?
I didn t have to do a thing. He was chuckling the moment he began to say the
words. She never found
her bloomers that she lost that day at the funeral. She been thinking maybe
somebody find it and been
keeping it for her.
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Evelyn flashed me a look of mock-horror. I mouthed, I tell you later. No, I
said. Nobody did. At
least, Parson never told me about anyone finding it. I d materialised the
plate, too! The one that had
dropped in the funeral parlour! Chastity used to have a favourite
blue-and-white plate.
Leroy nodded, got his face under control. All right. Thank you. He left in
the direction of where he
must have parked his car. I had left that plate in Dadda s house when I moved
in with Auntie Pearl and
Uncle Edward.
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