'Mommy!' I cried into the night and waited for her response, but I heard nothing except the drumming of my own heart in my ears. 'Mommy, where are you?'
A shrill laugh pierced the silence. It didn't sound like Mommy, so it sent me retreating a few steps. I spun around when I heard loud whispering on my right.
'Mommy, it's me! Where are you?'
The whispering stopped. I waited and then turned down another corridor. A few moments later the voodoo mama whom Daddy and I had seen leaving our house the other day crossed in front of me. She had a black cat in her arms. She didn't look my way. She walked into the darkness as if she had flashlights for eyes, and just as quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared. A moment later Mommy stepped out of the darkness, cupping a white candle in her palms, walking as slowly as a somnambulist, the glow of the candle turning her eyes into pools of gray light and making her cheeks glitter.
'Mommy!' I cried and ran to her.
'Pearl. It's all right,' she said softly, but she didn't look directly at me and she didn't pause. Her eyes were fixed on what she remembered rather than what she saw, and she kept walking. It was as if she thought I too was an apparition. I seized her hand, and she turned to me, her eyes still full of the candlelight. 'Nina has spoken to me,' she said. 'I know what I must do.'
'Mommy, stop this. You're scaring me.' I shook her hard, and the candle fell from her hands and was snuffed out as soon as it hit the ground.
'Oh, no!' she said, looking back into the darkness. 'Quickly. We have to leave the cemetery. Quickly, Pearl.' She grasped my hand desperately and pulled me forward. We ran down the dark corridors to the street. There she paused to catch her breath.
'Why did you do this, Mommy? Why did you come here by yourself?'
'I had to, Pearl. I had to. Let's go home now. It's all right. You didn't have to come looking for me.'
'You told me you weren't going to do this. I fell asleep, and when I went to look for you, I saw you were gone and had taken your car. I tried to wake Daddy, but he's sound asleep,' I said, eager to keep myself talking and hear the sound of my own voice. A thin wisp of a cloud had moved across the moon and weakened the little light there was around us. The silence in this dark cemetery was terrifying.
'It's all right,' Mommy said. 'It's going to be all right.'
'Can you drive yourself home, Mommy?'
'Of course. Let's go. And, Pearl, there's no need to tell Daddy where we were.'
'Let's just get home, Mommy. Quickly.'
She got into her car, and I got into mine. She drove slowly but carefully, and we pulled into the driveway together. We put the cars in the garage and then went into the house and upstairs.
'What did you do there with that woman, Mommy?' I asked her outside my bedroom.
'I did what I had to do to speak with Nina.'
'You spoke to her?' I was astonished that she could believe in such a thing.
'Yes, and then she spoke to me through the cat. I know what I must do.'
'What, Mommy? What did she tell you to do?'
'It's not for me to tell anyone else, darling Pearl. Only know this: I love you and your father and your brother more than I love my own life.'
'Mommy, what are you going to do? I'm frightened.'
'There's nothing to be frightened of, not anymore,' she said with a smile. Then she hugged me. 'My sweet, darling Pearl,' she said wiping strands of hair from my forehead. 'You deserve better than to be born under so many dark clouds. But soon, soon, we'll have sunshine again. I promise.'
'Mommy, you must tell me what you think you should do. Please. I won't tell Daddy.'
'It will be all right. You have to have faith, Pearl. I know you have a scientific mind, but you must have faith in things that are beyond microscopes, beyond the laws of nature, too. You must believe in things you cannot see, for there is something behind the darkness, waiting, watching. Believe and do not be afraid,' she said. Then she closed her eyes.
'Mommy . . .'
'I'm tired. Let's talk tomorrow. Okay? Now let me slip into bed without waking Daddy. Get some rest, honey. Go on,' she prodded.
I bit down on my tongue to keep myself from asking more questions as I watched her cross to her bedroom. She seemed to float through the doorway and was gone.
My heart was beating fast, and it was difficult for me to breathe and not be drowned by everything that was happening so fast. I hated the thought of betraying Mommy, but I was convinced that I had to tell Daddy about this night and the things she had said. He had to take more interest in what she was thinking and doing and stop being so angry about it.
I spent a restless night, tossing and turning, waking and falling back into a deep sleep like drifting. Although I was exhausted, I welcomed the soft kiss of sunlight on my face and rose quickly to wash and dress so I could hear happy voices, and smell the scent of morning blossoms. The memories of last night felt so vague that I thought perhaps I had dreamed all of it; but when I looked at my sneakers, I saw the dirt from the cemetery and a chilling shiver ran down my spine.
To my surprise I discovered that Daddy had risen early and had already left the house to go to his office. Mommy hadn't come downstairs. I waited for her and finally went back upstairs to see how she was doing. I saw she was still fast asleep. Poor thing, I thought, tormenting herself so. I closed the door softly and returned to...the dining room to eat my breakfast. Mommy still had her eyes closed when I looked in on her again, but I entered the bedroom and stood by her side, watching her chest rise and fall in a slow rhythm. As I turned to leave, she groaned,
