the mooring rope knotted to one of the pylons on the jetty. He was the great trickster.
âThank you, Ti-Jean. What would I do without you, boy?â
âFall in the water.â The idea always wreathed Ti-Jeanâs face in smiles. His laughter coincided with the disapproval of Mother Superior who did not take the chivalrous crutch, but chose instead the arms and shoulders of two of her nursing sisters to hoist herself out of the launch onto the landing stage, then up the steps to the jetty.
âTi-Jean, you should be in line for school. Doctor, you encourage this boy,â Mother Superior said censoriously.
Ti-Jean lowered his eyes, and then smirked mischievously.
âI do. I do, Mother. Look how well he is,â Vincent protested.
âYou know what I mean. You know exactly.â
âI do. I do, Mother.â
âYou are incorrigible. And who is this boy?â She looked at Theo.
âThis is the boy that Father Dominic has sent to stay with us.â Vincent put his hand on Theoâs shoulder. He was not sure what details Mother Superior had had.
âOh, yes, I remember. Well, I hope you have him in hand. Letâs hope he can teach Ti-Jean some discipline.â The two boys eyed each other. âAnd weâve got a meeting today, Doctor.â
Ti-Jean was quickly saved from Mother Superiorâs admonishments by Sister Thérèse. âIâll see to him, Mother.â
âGood morning, Sister.â Vincent had not noticed Sister Thérèse on the launch in the confusion of disembarking and the sudden rain. âWeâve got an appointment this morning to take those stitches out.â Vincent tilted his Panama hat and smiled at the young nun. He could seem a dashing figure in his white shirt, khaki pants, and his Panama, shading his dark brown hair and wide dark brown eyes.
âGood morning, Doctor Metivier.â Her dark eyes shone.
âI hope Sister Luke has been keeping that wound clean and dressed. We donât want tetanus or septicaemia spiriting you away. We must take the stitches out today.â
Sister Thérèse looked at Mother Superior as if for permission tospeak, and then answered. âYes, Doctor, once Iâve seen to the children.â
âThen youâll see to me? I mean, Iâll see to you.â Vincent liked to tease the young nursing sisters. He felt that this troubled nun needed some humour in her life. It was also a way for him to get along with the nursing nuns. The doctors always teased the nurses at University College, where he had been a houseman.
This kind of banter got Vincent a severe, reprimanding stare from under Mother Superiorâs eyes, while Sister Thérèse was tugged away by her sleeves into the procession of nursing sisters; she in turn, tugging Ti-Jean along.
âSister!â Vincent called her back. âTheo, come, you go with Sister Thérèse and Ti-Jean. Is that okay, Sister?â Theo was hesitant.
âCome, Theo.â Sister Thérèse put out her hand. âLet me show you our school.â The boy relented, looking over his shoulder at Vincent for reassurance.
âGo along, Theo. Iâll see you later.â
âYou not hear the trouble, Doc?â Jonah stood by Vincent after tying up the pirogue. âYou know Singh talking to the people. Singh think he is Uriah Butler. They say he walking barefoot all over the place. Like the Creole, Cipriani, he rousing the people.â Jonah was alluding to the French Creole and the black labour leader, Butler, who had been imprisoned for inciting riots in thirty-seven down South, on Sancta Trinidad. The riot which had caught like a cane fire had not burned out. He knew that it still caught fire in the mind of Theo at night. It was also burning in the mind and heart of Krishna Singh, the pharmacist.
Vincent made his way to Mother Superiorâs office between the rows of huts which reminded him of the dilapidated