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The Lady's Slipper. Emma Carlson Berne
Читать онлайн.Название The Lady's Slipper
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isbn 9781609588656
Автор произведения Emma Carlson Berne
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия American Girl
Издательство Ingram
The girls skittered off the porch so fast that Melody almost fell down the steps. Once they were safely on the sidewalk, she and Val looked at each other and burst into giggles, holding on to each other for support.
“Oh my, I thought she was mad that we were there!” Melody gasped.
“But instead, she was just mad that we weren’t doing a good enough job.” Val wiped her eyes. “I guess I didn’t expect that, because she’s a white lady.”
“Yeah,” Melody agreed. “You can never tell what’s on the inside of people.” She thought fleetingly of Leah.
“We only have twenty fliers left,” Val said. “Come on, we better tackle the rest of these houses.” She hurried down the sidewalk.
Melody followed. As they passed an alley, she heard raised voices and turned to look. Two people were arguing heatedly—a teenage girl and a man in a hat. She could only see the man’s back, but the girl—Melody stopped. The girl looked just like Leah—it was Leah, Melody was sure of it! Leah’s voice was high, and she was gesturing rapidly, while the man replied in a smooth, deep baritone.
“Leah, hi!” Melody called out. She waved, smiling. Leah looked over, but her face was not happy. She said something to the man, and he stepped aside.
Leah hurried over to Melody and Val, her face flushed. “Hey, I’m busy, okay?” she said shortly. “I’ll catch up with you later.” She looked flustered.
“Oh, okay.” Melody backed away, stung by Leah’s sudden prickliness. “Yeah, of course.” She cleared her throat, trying not to look hurt.
Leah turned around and scurried back to the man waiting in the shadows. Melody and Val set off down the sidewalk again.
“Guess she didn’t want to see us,” Val remarked.
“She said she was busy,” Melody murmured. She kept her face neutral. She didn’t want to give Val a reason to dislike Leah. But she couldn’t help wondering what Leah was doing, talking to some man in an alley. Was she in some kind of trouble?
Melody accompanied Val up and down a few more porches, her mind still puzzling over Leah and the man, only half-listening to Val’s stream of chatter about school.
“Hey, Melody! Hi, Val!” It was Leah, now running toward them. She caught up to them with a big smile on her face. “What are you girls doing?”
“We’re passing out these fliers for Covenant Cards.” Melody showed her one, eyeing Leah closely. Leah looked as sleek and sophisticated as ever in a short plaid jumper and mustard-yellow turtleneck, her long hair held back with tortoiseshell barrettes. Why was she being so friendly now, when she’d just told Melody to back off five minutes before?
“Oh yes, these are really important,” Leah agreed. She took a handful of fliers. “Here, I’ll help you.”
The sidewalk wasn’t quite wide enough for three. Melody didn’t know how it happened, but somehow, she and Leah wound up walking together, while Val followed behind them. It felt uncomfortable, almost as if she and Leah were leaving Val out, although it wasn’t on purpose.
“—grandfather wanted to rent, but they told him, ‘No Jews allowed!’”
“What?” Melody tuned back in to what Leah was saying.
“I was just saying that when my grandfather first came to Detroit, he needed to rent an apartment,” Leah said. “But no one would rent to him. Every place he tried, they’d tell him Jews weren’t allowed in that neighborhood.”
“That’s just like what happened to Val’s family last year!” Melody said. “Right, Val?”
“Yeah. That’s right,” Val said quietly.
“My grandfather had just immigrated to America from Krakow, Poland, where he was a botany professor,” Leah continued. “That’s a professor of plants. Orchids were his specialty.” Leah’s voice trembled suddenly. She folded her lips in a strange tight line. Just the way she did on the carousel when she talked about her grandfather, Melody thought. But in another instant, the moment had passed as swiftly as it had come.
“That’s how my mother and I got started on the Fair Housing Committee,” Leah went on. “When we heard Beth Elohim—that’s our synagogue—was organizing a group, we knew we had to join. And I’m so glad we did, because I got to meet you two!” Leah squeezed Melody’s arm. Her touch was like a warm glow. Melody beamed and looked over at Val hopefully. Leah and Val really did have things in common. Did Val see that? But her cousin didn’t say anything at all.
Leah looked from Val to Melody and back again. She took her hand off Melody’s arm. “Um, Val,” she said softly, “you’re awfully quiet. Do you not want me around?”
“No!” Melody said right away. “No, of course we do!” She nudged Val with her foot. Her cousin was being rude, and now she was hurting Leah’s feelings. “Come on, please help us with the rest of the fliers.”
They finished delivering the fliers at the end of the block, and Leah stopped in front of a yellow house with a wide white porch. “This is where I babysit.” Three little children’s faces appeared at the front windows. “I sit for the Myers three days a week until five.” A little girl squished her face sideways against the glass and stuck out her tongue.
“Lucky you,” Melody giggled.
Leah sighed, but she was smiling. “It’s not so bad. I have a secret weapon.” She pulled three Baby Ruth candy bars from her purse. “Well, gotta go. Hey, you two should come home with me sometime. You could meet my grandfather. And you could see his orchid, too—it’s really rare. He brought it with him from Krakow. It’s a slipper orchid.”
“Ooh, I would love that,” Melody breathed. She felt honored by the invitation. “I’ll ask my mother.” Val was silent.
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