Post by Lena Melnyk on Feb 7, 2016 21:40:46 GMT 2
Ruby Blackwood
Lena hummed to herself as she browsed through the boutique's collection of things. There were scarves and necklaces, hosts and bracelets, purses and rings, shirts and shoes. Many , many, many things. And she couldn't afford any of them. She knew this from squinting at the price tags, lips moving as she worked out what the numbers were. Stupid English. Stupid numbers. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
One hand slipped from her pocket and she ran her fingers down a string of beads. In her head, competing voices whispered. One, the shaky, soft voice of Sister Sofiya, said, "Отче наш, що єси на небесах, нехай святиться ім’я твоє, нехай прийде царство твоє, нехай буде воля твоя, як на небі, так і на землі. Хліб наш насущний дай нам сьогодні, і прости нам провини наші, як і ми прощаємо винуватцям нашим; і не введи нас у спокусу, але визволи нас від лукавого”. The other, her father's voice, also quiet but sharp, hissed, "Don't touch that," and she jerked her hand back, flinching from the phantom pain of his ruler across her knuckles.
Biting her lip, she stuffed her hand back in her pocket, shoulders hunching as, inside her head, she could hear him say, "Good girl." She could almost feel him patting her head, as he'd done when she'd done well. But he wasn't there. Lena made herself look around the shop. He wasn't there, he wasn't there, he wasn't there. He was back home, in New York, and she was here, safe and sound in Chicsgo. He couldn't hurt her anymore. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't.
She reached out, lifted the necklace down, and slipped it into her pocket. There. That made her shoulders un hunch. In its place, she left another necklace, one she'd made, from broken brown buttons strung together on a purple ribbon. Though she sometimes took and didn't pay, usually, she left something behind, either something she'd found or something she made. To take without paying was a sin, but she had no money, and anyway, the things she left were worth more than what she took. They were homemade.
Lena smiled as she turned toward the small bathroom at the back of the shop. Maybe someone in Enigma would like the necklace and want to buy it. If not, she'd keep it. It could replace the one she'd broken last month from gnawing on it too much. Usually, she sold bigger things to Enigma, things they sent her after, because she was small and people thought she was stupid because her English was poor and sometimes she forgot and talked to Mouse Baby when people were around and sometimes she brought Dolly along too. Usually, when she was hunting for something for Enigma, she brought Dolly. Dolly was her baby doll, she'd found her in the garbage not long after she'd come to Chicago. Nobody wanted Dolly, like nobody wanted her, so she took her.
Dolly was special. Dolly had a tear in her back where something used to go, only nothing was there now but stuffing--and sometimes jewelry, or flash drives, or any number of small things that could hide in a doll's stuffing and not be seen. Inside the bathroom ,she locked the door and sat down on the toilet. She fished her sewing kit from her other pocket and opened it. All it took was a quick snip from the scissors to remove the stitches, then she took the necklace from its package and stuffed it inside Dolly. The package had a small white knob on it which would go off if she left with it, but luckily it wasn't attached to the necklace. Thst would've meant using the pocket knife that was also in the kit. Once the package and the white thing were in the trash, she stitched Dolly back up and put her kit away. Pulling Dolly's dress back doen, Lena gave her a kiss, put her sewing kit away, flushed the toilet-in case anybody was watching--and left the bathroom.
She made for the door, reaching for the handle, when someone caught her arm. Lena yelped, looking up to see a woman standing beside her. "Alright, hand it over."
Lena blinked, tugging on her arm. "Let go!"
The woman shook her head. "Not till you hand it over."
"Hand what over? Let go!" The woman couldn't have seen her take the necklace, could she? And there wasn't anyone in the bathroom with her, she'd checked.
"Don't play dumb. I saw you take thst necklace. You want me to call the cops, let them search you? Put it back, and we'll forget about it."
Lena shook her head, blinking away sudden tears. This wasn't happening. She couldn't get picked up again. Not so soon after last time. They'd never believe she'd accidentally left with yet another something from a high-end-store, especially if they found it in Dolly. "I didn't!" She stamped her foot. "Let go of me!"
The women sighed. "Fine. Have it your way." Fingers tightening on Lena's arm, the store manager started to tow her to a door marked Employees Only.
Lena hummed to herself as she browsed through the boutique's collection of things. There were scarves and necklaces, hosts and bracelets, purses and rings, shirts and shoes. Many , many, many things. And she couldn't afford any of them. She knew this from squinting at the price tags, lips moving as she worked out what the numbers were. Stupid English. Stupid numbers. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
One hand slipped from her pocket and she ran her fingers down a string of beads. In her head, competing voices whispered. One, the shaky, soft voice of Sister Sofiya, said, "Отче наш, що єси на небесах, нехай святиться ім’я твоє, нехай прийде царство твоє, нехай буде воля твоя, як на небі, так і на землі. Хліб наш насущний дай нам сьогодні, і прости нам провини наші, як і ми прощаємо винуватцям нашим; і не введи нас у спокусу, але визволи нас від лукавого”. The other, her father's voice, also quiet but sharp, hissed, "Don't touch that," and she jerked her hand back, flinching from the phantom pain of his ruler across her knuckles.
Biting her lip, she stuffed her hand back in her pocket, shoulders hunching as, inside her head, she could hear him say, "Good girl." She could almost feel him patting her head, as he'd done when she'd done well. But he wasn't there. Lena made herself look around the shop. He wasn't there, he wasn't there, he wasn't there. He was back home, in New York, and she was here, safe and sound in Chicsgo. He couldn't hurt her anymore. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't.
She reached out, lifted the necklace down, and slipped it into her pocket. There. That made her shoulders un hunch. In its place, she left another necklace, one she'd made, from broken brown buttons strung together on a purple ribbon. Though she sometimes took and didn't pay, usually, she left something behind, either something she'd found or something she made. To take without paying was a sin, but she had no money, and anyway, the things she left were worth more than what she took. They were homemade.
Lena smiled as she turned toward the small bathroom at the back of the shop. Maybe someone in Enigma would like the necklace and want to buy it. If not, she'd keep it. It could replace the one she'd broken last month from gnawing on it too much. Usually, she sold bigger things to Enigma, things they sent her after, because she was small and people thought she was stupid because her English was poor and sometimes she forgot and talked to Mouse Baby when people were around and sometimes she brought Dolly along too. Usually, when she was hunting for something for Enigma, she brought Dolly. Dolly was her baby doll, she'd found her in the garbage not long after she'd come to Chicago. Nobody wanted Dolly, like nobody wanted her, so she took her.
Dolly was special. Dolly had a tear in her back where something used to go, only nothing was there now but stuffing--and sometimes jewelry, or flash drives, or any number of small things that could hide in a doll's stuffing and not be seen. Inside the bathroom ,she locked the door and sat down on the toilet. She fished her sewing kit from her other pocket and opened it. All it took was a quick snip from the scissors to remove the stitches, then she took the necklace from its package and stuffed it inside Dolly. The package had a small white knob on it which would go off if she left with it, but luckily it wasn't attached to the necklace. Thst would've meant using the pocket knife that was also in the kit. Once the package and the white thing were in the trash, she stitched Dolly back up and put her kit away. Pulling Dolly's dress back doen, Lena gave her a kiss, put her sewing kit away, flushed the toilet-in case anybody was watching--and left the bathroom.
She made for the door, reaching for the handle, when someone caught her arm. Lena yelped, looking up to see a woman standing beside her. "Alright, hand it over."
Lena blinked, tugging on her arm. "Let go!"
The woman shook her head. "Not till you hand it over."
"Hand what over? Let go!" The woman couldn't have seen her take the necklace, could she? And there wasn't anyone in the bathroom with her, she'd checked.
"Don't play dumb. I saw you take thst necklace. You want me to call the cops, let them search you? Put it back, and we'll forget about it."
Lena shook her head, blinking away sudden tears. This wasn't happening. She couldn't get picked up again. Not so soon after last time. They'd never believe she'd accidentally left with yet another something from a high-end-store, especially if they found it in Dolly. "I didn't!" She stamped her foot. "Let go of me!"
The women sighed. "Fine. Have it your way." Fingers tightening on Lena's arm, the store manager started to tow her to a door marked Employees Only.