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.“I guess we’ll just both have to look through it at the same time.”Molly nodded.“Maybe we should hold hands, too.For good measure.” They joined hands, and Miri held up the little lens with her free hand.“Wait,” Molly said a little anxiously.“Does it hurt?”“Not really,” said Miri.“It just feels weird, like you’re sinking.But maybe going in this direction it’ll feel like we’re rising.”“Gosh.All right.I’m ready,” said Molly firmly, as though saying she was would make it true.“Me too.Put your head next to mine.There.Okay, now close your eyes and I’ll hold up the glass.Open your eyes on the count of three.”“One,” they said together.“Two.Three.”CHAPTER5THERE WAS NO WHIRLING, no dizzy sinking into the center of time, no nothing.Miri blinked.It had never occurred to her that it wouldn’t work.“Maybe the attic just looks the same in your time as it does in 1935,” said Molly hopefully, glancing around the dusty space.“Maybe we did it, and we just don’t know it.”Miri was doubtful.She hadn’t felt a change, hadn’t felt anything at all.But it was worth a try.“Maybe.Let’s go back into your room and see if the wallpaper’s purple.”They crept through the hinged door.It was much more awkward now that they weren’t being chased, and the wooden flap banged down hard on Molly’s knee.She folded her mouth into a line, but she didn’t say anything.They emerged inside the closet and Miri saw at once that it was still 1935.She felt the first touch of panic wrinkling up her scalp.What if she couldn’t get back home?But Molly had another idea.“Maybe we just need to be in this room.Maybe that’s part of the magic.”Miri was willing to try it.“Okay.Let’s stand where I was when it happened.” They positioned themselves on the rag rug and closed their eyes.Once again they peeked through the little glass on the count of three.Once again, the room and the year remained unchanged.Molly saw the look on Miri’s face.“Now, don’t you worry,” she said.“Don’t fuss.Not yet.” She paused and swallowed hard.“You go ahead.Maybe it’s just for you.”“But you’re the one who needs to get out of here,” Miri argued.“It’s okay.It’ll do, knowing that there’s magic for real.”Miri stood holding the little glass.“I want to go, but I don’t want to leave you here,” she said helplessly.Molly smiled, trying to look as if she didn’t care.“Just go ahead, will you?”So Miri did.But nothing changed.She lowered the lens from her eye and handed it to Molly.“Try it.” Without a word, Molly did, but it was useless.Her hand dropped to her side.They stared at each other; two eleven-year-old girls in the middle of a faded room in a big house on a country road in the year 1935.• • •Molly very kindly lent her a handkerchief.And then a second one, when the first got too soggy to be useful.She patted Miri’s back, too, while she cried.But she didn’t say anything dumb like It’s not that bad or There’s a silver lining to every cloud.Miri was grateful.She was stuck in 1935, and she would probably never see her mom and dad again, and nobody would believe her if she tried to explain what had happened, and she just had to cry.Every time she was about to stop, she would think something like “I’ll never get to wear my purple boots again,” and then she would start sobbing all over again.When she was finally all cried out and her skin was tight with dried tears, she rolled onto her back and looked at the familiar, peculiarly shaped ceiling.Molly, draped over the bed, was looking at the ceiling, too.Miri tried to remember what she had learned in fifth-grade history.1935.What was going on in 1935? Was it flappers and the Charleston? No, that’s the twenties, she thought.Uh-oh.The Depression.The thirties were the Great Depression.“Great!” she moaned.Molly looked at her with interest.It was the first non-sobbing noise she had made in a long time.“What?”“1935! Right in the middle of the Great Depression! I have to get stuck in the Depression! Sheesh!”“I never heard anybody call it ‘great’ before,” said Molly.“Great like big, not like terrific.”“Oh.”“Is everybody out of work? Are you poor and hungry?”Molly laughed.“I’m hungry, but that’s ’cause it’s almost suppertime.I guess we’re poor, but we’re not as poor as some.Not like the Okies anyway.Flo’s got a string of farms up and down the river.”But now Miri was remembering more.“Oh my God!”Molly looked shocked.“You took the Lord’s name in vain!”“Sorry.I just remembered something.”“What?”“There’s a big war coming.”“What? When?” Molly yelped.“In a few years.Right when we grow up,” said Miri dismally.“Between us and the Yankees again?” asked Molly.“What? Oh.No.No, it doesn’t happen here.It’s mostly over in Germany and England and Japan, I think.But it’s really big.What a bummer.”“What a what?”“A bummer—a problem,” explained Miri.“I’m sorry I called you up from the future,” apologized Molly.“Oh, that’s okay,” said Miri.“I got to meet you, at least.”There was a silence.Miri lifted her feet in the air and looked at her sandals.She didn’t even have any socks on, she observed.Trapped in 1935 without any socks.Mom wouldn’t be happy about that.Oops.Don’t think about Mom.Molly, who was still holding the glass lens, dropped it over her right eye and squinted her eyebrow over it as if it were a monocle.“You know,” she said.After a second, Miri looked over to the bed.“You know what?”“This glass,” said Molly slowly.There was another silence.“What?” said Miri.“What about it?”“It’s mine.”Miri sat up.“What do you mean?”Molly remained draped over the bed, squinting through the glass.“It’s mine.It’s from my glasses.”“You don’t have glasses,” said Miri.“Yes I do.” Molly grinned.“I just lost ’em last week, and Aunt Flo says she ain’t going to get me any more cause I lost the last pair, too.” She made her voice sharp and shrill, “Just plain irresponsible, that’s what it is, do you think we’re made of money, there’s a Depression going on, miss, in case you hadn’t noticed it.” She gave a snort and then fell back into her own voice, “But anyway, I don’t know how I lost them.I was trying to take real good care of them ’cause Flo like to have a fit last time.I can’t see more’n a couple feet away without glasses.” She sighed, and then looked at the lens.“Too bad you just got the one.Where’d you find it again?”“It was taped to the wall of my room.Your room.Just down there,” said Miri, pointing at the wooden baseboard.Molly stuck her index finger in her mouth and began to chew on it thoughtfully [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]