A tomcat was yowling on the Capisis’ front porch, and as I walked toward the house, I could hear the din of a daytime talk show. I banged on the screen door and waited. The cat rubbed up against my legs; I could feel its ribs through my pants. I banged again, and the TV switched off. The cat stalked under the porch swing and cried. I traced the word
“Mom?” A child’s voice at the open window.
I walked over, and through the dust of the screen could see a thin boy with dark curls and gaping eyes.
“Hi there, I’m sorry to bug you. Are you James?”
“What do you want?”
“Hi James, I’m sorry to bother you. Were you watching something good?”
“Are you the police?”
“I’m trying to help figure out who hurt your friend. Can I talk to you?”
He didn’t leave, just traced a finger along the window ledge. I sat down on the swing at the far end away from him.
“My name’s Camille. A friend of yours told me what you’d seen. A boy with real short blonde hair?”
“Dee.”
“Is that his name? I saw him at the park, the same park where you were playing with Natalie.”
“She took her. No one believes me. I’m not scared. I just need to stay in the house is all. My mom has cancer. She’s sick.”
“That’s what Dee said. I don’t blame you. I hope I didn’t scare you, coming by like this.” He began scraping an overlong fingernail down the screen. The clicking sound made my ears itch.
“You don’t look like her. If you looked like her, I’d call the police. Or I’d shoot you.”
“What did she look like?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve said it already. A hundred times.”
“One more time.”
“She was old.”
“Old like me?”
“Old like a mother.”
“What else?”
“She was wearing a white bed dress with white hair. She was just all white, but not like a ghost. That’s what I keep saying.”
“White like how?”
“Just like she’d never been outside before.”
“And the woman grabbed Natalie when she went toward the woods?” I asked it in the same coaxing voice my mother used on favored waitstaff.
“I’m not lying.”
“Of course not. The woman grabbed Natalie while y’all were playing?”
“Real fast,” he nodded. “Natalie was walking in the grass to find the Frisbee. And I saw the woman moving from inside the woods, watching her. I saw her before Natalie did. But I wasn’t scared.”
“Probably not.”
“Even when she grabbed Natalie, at first I wasn’t scared.”
“But then you were?”
“No.” His voice trailed off. “I wasn’t.”
“James, could you tell me what happened when she grabbed Natalie?”
“She pulled Natalie against her, like she was hugging her. And then she looked up at me. She stared at me.”
“The woman did?”
“Yeah. She smiled at me. For a second I thought it might be all right. But she didn’t say anything. And then she stopped smiling. She put her finger to her lips to be quiet. And then she was gone into the woods. With Natalie.” He shrugged again. “I’ve already told all this before.”
“To the police?”
“First to my mom, then the police. My mom made me. But the police didn’t care.”
“Why not?”
“They thought I was lying. But I wouldn’t make that up. It’s stupid.”
“Did Natalie do anything while this was happening?”
“No. She just stood there. I don’t think she knew what to do.”
