there are all people of all colors, maybe New York, not some humdrum small town. Maybe Iâll be bohemian. Yep, definitely bohemian.
By three thirty Mom was wide-awake and pulling on her tennis shoes. âLetâs go for a walk. We have plenty of time.â
First, we stopped in Neptune Music Company, where Mom bought an original Jimi Hendrix vinyl album. Then we searched the racks at a vintage dress store, where Mom bought a navy blue silk suit from the 1950s. Sheâs seriously into vintage clothes, and I have to admit it looked pretty good on her.
âCan we move to Seattle?â I asked. âI like it here. Itâs so much fun and there are lots of different kinds of people.â
âMaybe we should,â she replied.
âHuh? Are you serious?â
âYes. Moon Lake is so . . . isolated from the real world. If I can find a good job. Once Daisy graduates. It wouldnât be fair to her right now.â
âYeah,â I agreed. âBut are you really serious?â
She gently squeezed my hand. âYes, Violet, I am.â
At that point, I stopped looking around Seattle with visitorâs eyes, trying to see everything in a flash, soaking up all the sights and sounds, storing them in my memory. My eyes now saw the city like a person who might live there one day, a person with plenty of time.
We were browsing inside another store at toys and cards and posters and stuff when Momâs cell phone sounded off the alarm tone. She grabbed my hand and together we speed-walked back to the hotel. Like a candle, time had melted away, the way it always seems to when youâre having fun.
Mom took a shower first.
âYour turn, V . . . and make it a quickie.â I put on the shower cap because my curls were looking extremely perfect and I didnât want them to frizz up the way they do when thereâs steam or fog around.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, Mom was dressed in the suit sheâd just bought and she was wearing makeup, even lip gloss. âWow! You look pretty,â I told her.
âThank you,â she replied as she sniffed her clothes. âIt kind of has that old-clothes smell. Maybe I shouldnât wear it before I send it to the cleaners.â
I got close to her and took a long whiff. âI donât smell anything.â
Mom squinted at me. âYou swear?â
Just to be sure, I took another sniff. âI swear.â
âOkay, hurry and get dressed.â
We drove up to the museum at exactly 6:05. My insides felt squirmy like worms wiggling and my hands were sweaty. I got out of the car, straightened out my clothes, and fluffed up my hair. âHow do I look?â
Mom smiled, even with her eyes, and answered, âBeautiful, V. You look beautiful.â
Beautiful? I donât think anyone had ever called me beautiful before.
âMy little girl is growing up,â Mom added.
âDo you think Iâll ever be
breathtaking,
like Daisy?â
âAbsolutely.â
Suddenly, I felt amazing and spectacular, sparkly like a diamond.
16
MEET ROXANNE DIAMOND
F or a moment we stood at the entrance to the museum, where mom reminded me about what we were going to do if Roxanne Diamond ignored us.
âI remember,â I told her. âIf she wonât talk to us, weâre going to leave.â
âAnd no argument, promise?â
âPromise . . . can we please go inside now?â
Mom held my hand and took a really deep breath, then we entered through the double doors.
Inside the huge room that had a polished concrete floor, the paintings of Roxanne Diamond covered the walls, and there were white people, black people, and all sorts of other people holding wineglasses, talking, and eating hors dâoeuvres, and I, Violet Diamond, for the first time in my life, felt kind of grown up.
My eyes searched the room until I finally saw the back of someone who had gray dreadlocks and was
Natasha Blackthorne
Courtney Schafer
Lee Harris
Robin Kaye
Jennifer Ryan
Michael A. Black
Marianne de Pierres
Lori Sjoberg
John Christopher
Camille Aubray