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." Olivia stopped and took a deep breath."When I pushed on the door, it just opened.I thought maybe someone might be inside.I didn't mean to walk into your house like that—really—I just thought someone here could help me."The black woman was watching her intently, but Olivia didn't care anymore.She finished the last of her water and handed back the glass.The woman stared at her for a long, long time."Whoever told you was wrong," she said at last."There ain't no work here."And it shocked Olivia to hear the woman say so, forher plan had been going so well.She felt her breath catch in her throat, and something roared deep, deep in her mind, as her whole world started to crumble down around her shoulders.Tell her, tell her who you are, tell her now —the roar got louder and louder, but no, Olivia argued silently, no, I can't, it's not the right time.Something was holding her back, making her put her hands to her head, making her smother that awful roar in her brain, certain that the woman must be able to hear it—"You can't stay here." The woman's voice was flat."You gots to go back."But you don't understand./ have to stay here.I belong."If I could just rest, then." Olivia turned away, massaging her head, the roar practically gone now."If I could just rest here for a little while, just until I feel better.""You's runnin' away." The woman gave her a grim smile."Ain't you.""No.I don't have any family." Olivia stared at the fireplace, at the portrait above it, at the vase on the mantel, heavy, dull crystal."How long since you ate?" Olivia felt the woman's powerful hand close around her wrist and squeeze it roughly."Don't lie to me now."Pulling her arm free, Olivia eased herself down into a chair.lowered her head between her hands."Sometime.yesterday, I think.""And nothin' since?""No.Some coffee.That's all." At least this was the truth.As Olivia sighed and sagged back against the cushion, the woman gave a grunt and turned away."Might as well forget about ever seein' your thingsagain.That stuffs long gone and spent by now, I reckon.Ain't got no phone to call—even if we did, no cab gonna come out here this time of night anyhow.Can't expect you to walk back.Can't send you away sick." She was grumbling, more to herself now than to Olivia, and she shot another look in the girl's direction."You wait here.I'll be right back."Olivia nodded, and then on a sudden impulse pointed to the painting."Who is that?" she asked."His face is so.real."She saw the woman's eyes flash to the portrait, then dart away again.The sturdy black hand tightened on the edge of the door."Wait here.Don't go out the room."She wasn't gone long this time.Olivia had scarcely settled into her chair when the woman was back again, motioning her to stand up."What's your name, girl?""She hated her so much she put a curse on her.""Olivia.""Olivia what?""Hated her so much.she couldn't ever come back."Her mind raced."Crawford," she decided.It wasn't really a lie, she told herself.Mama would never say the name of her real father, and she'd taken on so many other last names in her lifetime, she couldn't take a chance that somehow, somewhere, her grandmother might have heard one of them and be able to recognize it now."What's your name?" she added, hoping to stop the questions."Yoly," the woman answered."Miss Rose says for you to stay the night.Have some food." She glanced again at the portrait, and her voice lowered."She'll talk to you tomorrow."Olivia's heart gave a leap, but she managed to keep her face only mildly curious."Miss Rose?""The lady I works for.Miss Devereaux.The lady of this here house."Olivia nodded."That's very nice of her.I'd like to thank—""Come with me."Yoly swung open the door and stood aside to let Olivia pass.The hall was still dim with lamplight, but Yoly moved swiftly through the shadows, leading the way to the very rear of the house."You can sleep upstairs.Second floor.There ain't no air-conditionin', so you just has to stand the heat.I'll bring up some food."There were no stairs at the end of the corridor.Instead Yoly led the way outside onto the open veranda and made a sharp turn to the right.Wisps of fog curled between the tall supporting columns along the back of the house, slid across the bricks like soft gray worms [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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