The Sunflower Forest. Torey Hayden

got to ask her, Les.’

      ‘No, we don’t.’

      ‘Yes, we do. I heard you two up last night. I know she wasn’t asleep. And I can bet you a million dollars I know why. So don’t bother to lie to me.’ Carefully, she rose and put the skate key into her pocket. Taking a step backwards, she let herself roll down the sidewalk away from me. I followed her.

      ‘No, we don’t have to ask her, Megan. What Mama is thinking about is her own business.’

      ‘Lesley, are you deaf or something? Did you hear what I told you last night: Mama thought that little kid was one of us.’

      ‘No,’ I replied. ‘She didn’t. She thought he was her son.’

      Megan’s eyes widened. ‘Well, that’s worse. She hasn’t got a son.’

      Neither of us spoke after that. Megan was skating along very slowly and with deep absorption. In the same way, I focused all my attention on simply keeping up. To the rhythm of the skates against the cement, I counted out my steps.

      We went down around the corner and up Bailey Street and over to Third without saying anything to one another. When we reached the park on Third and Elm, Megan stopped. She ran her skates off into the grass and paused, balancing on the toes. Taking the skate key from her pocket, she sat down on the grass.

      ‘What exactly happened to Mama?’ Megan asked. Her voice was very calm. She was adjusting the skates again and did not look up. ‘I mean, during the war. Just what really did happen then?’

      ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘Have you ever asked?’

      I shrugged. ‘She’s told us plenty of stuff, Megs.’

      Megan rested her cheek against her knees. I sat down on the grass beside her. ‘I want to know what happened,’ she said. ‘Not just the funny stuff. Not just about old Jadwiga. I don’t want Mama to stick out her teeth and do old Jadwiga’s funny voice and make me laugh. I want to know the rest of it. I want to know how come Mama’s got scars on her butt and her legs. I want to know how come she was so sick in the war, how come she got starved. I’m not so stupid as you think, Lesley. I see all that stuff. And I need Mama to tell me what really happened. It matters to me, because I never can really forget about it. And I don’t think she does either. So I need her to tell me. It’s better than guessing all the time.’

      ‘Megan, don’t you dare ask her stuff like that.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Just don’t. I mean it.’

      Megan eyed me with annoyance. ‘I will, if I want to.’

      ‘You do and I’ll make you sorry.’

      Silence between us. From her expression, I could see she wasn’t backing down.

      ‘You’re not old enough,’ I said. ‘That’s what they’ll say to you. I asked Dad once and that’s what he said to me. That I was too young to understand.’

      ‘When was that?’ Megan asked.

      ‘When I was about your age.’

      ‘So what about now? Are you old enough to find out now?’

      I shrugged. ‘I’m not so sure I want to know now. I can see what it does to Mama. Besides, it’s old stuff, Megan. It’s over and done with. The war finished in 1945 and that’s years and years and years ago. There’s no point in knowing, really.’

      Megan sighed and reached down to pull tight her shoelaces. Then wearily she rose and skated off.

       Chapter Ten

      Megan was sitting in the kitchen when I arrived home from school on Monday afternoon. She had her schoolbooks stacked on the corner of the table and her stockinged feet up on the chair across from her. One apple core lay beside her already. She was crunching her way noisily through a second apple while deeply absorbed in a book that lay open in her lap.

      ‘Hey Lessie, come here and look at this,’ she said when I appeared. I crossed over to the table.

      It was a book on the Third Reich, an adult book, something for readers far older than Megan.

      ‘Where did you get that?’ I asked.

      ‘The library. I went in after school and asked the lady there where they had books about the Second World War. She gave me these. See?’ She indicated a couple of other books on the table too. ‘I’m going to read about it. I’m going to learn all there is to know.’

      ‘Those books are too old for you. You won’t even understand them.’

      ‘No, they’re not. I can read them. The lady at the library gave them to me.’

      ‘What did you do? Tell her you were a kid genius? Megan, those books are for adults.’

      ‘Not necessarily. Lookie. This one’s about kids. See?’ She pulled a thin paperback from the stack. ‘There are poems and stuff that these kids wrote while they were in a concentration camp for children. See what it says here in the back? The library lady showed it to me. Fifteen thousand children went into this camp. And only a hundred ever came back.’

      There was a sudden, potent silence. Megan remained intent a moment longer over the book. ‘This could have been us,’ she said quietly without raising her eyes.

      ‘Megan, you shouldn’t be reading stuff like that. It’s macabre.’

      ‘It’s the truth though,’ she said. She looked up. ‘It happened, for real. And it could have happened to us. This here, in this book. If we’d been born, they could have taken us away just like these kids and put us in a camp.’

      ‘They couldn’t either. Those were Jewish children. They took them away because they were Jews.’

      ‘But we still could have been one of these children. If we’d been born then. They were kids just like us. See, look at the way this one kid writes. He makes his G’s just like I do.’

      ‘Megan, listen to me. It wouldn’t have ever happened to us. Those were Jewish children. We aren’t Jews. We never were and we never will be. So it could never have happened to us.’

      ‘It could have.’

      ‘Megan, it could not have. Wash your dirty ears out. I said, we’re not Jews. It could not have happened to us. So don’t be stupid and keep insisting. You’re as bad as Mama with your ridiculous opinions.’

      A frown formed across her features. ‘How come you keep on saying that? “It couldn’t happen to us; we’re not Jews?” Why do you say that all the time? It happened to people, Lesley. Real people. And because we’re people too, it could have happened to us. You’re the one who’s stupid.’

      ‘You shouldn’t be looking at stuff like that. It makes you crabby,’ I replied. ‘Besides, what do you know about anything? You’re too little to understand what’s really behind it anyhow. You don’t know anything; you’re just a baby.’

      Megan’s scowl deepened.

      I set my books down and went to the cupboard to get down the peanut butter and honey for my sandwich. ‘All I’m saying, Megs, is that we’re in no position to be even discussing it. We don’t know what happened. That’s my point. We just don’t know. So it’s stupid to go reading about what happened to the Jews and generalizing it to everyone else who was in the war.’ I turned around and looked at her. ‘And if you ask me, you just shouldn’t be reading that kind of junk.’