All These Things I've Done (15 page)

I nodded.

‘He’s taken a turn for the better. He’ll have a long recovery ahead of him, but he’s definitely going to make it.’

‘I’m glad to hear that,’ I said weakly. I felt anaesthetized, unlike myself.

‘You go to school with my boy?’ Charles Delacroix asked.

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘Win thinks very highly of you,’ he said.

‘I like him, too,’ I replied.

‘Yes. I was afraid of that.’ Charles Delacroix turned to look me in the eyes. ‘Listen, Anya – do you mind if I call you Anya?’

‘No.’

‘So, Anya, I can tell you’re a very level-headed young lady. How do I know this? Back at Liberty, you could have taken the opportunity to destroy Mrs Cobrawick in front of me. You didn’t. You were thinking about your next move. Getting out of that place. I admire that. Street smarts, I guess you’d call it, something my son lacks. And I can see why Win would like you. You’re very attractive and your background is exciting to say the least. But you can never be my son’s girlfriend.’

‘Come again?’

‘I can’t have you dating Win. We’re both practical people, Anya. We’re both realists. So I know you’ll understand me. My job is very difficult. The truth is, no matter how hard I try to clean up this city, I still may fail.’ Charles Delacroix lowered his head, as if the weight of his responsibilities was too much to bear.

‘Let me begin again. Do you know what they called my predecessor, Anya? The Cookie-Jar Prosecutor, a moniker she received because she had her crooked hands in so many people’s pockets, including – I would be remiss not to mention it – Balanchine Chocolate.’

‘I don’t know anything about that.’

‘Of course not, Anya. Why would you? You have the last name; you don’t write the cheques. And my predecessor’s
interests,
to put it politely, were broad. Here’s how it works. Rationing and well-meaning – if pointless – bannings beget black markets, and black markets beget poverty, pollution and, of course, organized crime, and organized crime begets corruption, and all this has turned our government into a place where cookie-jar bureaucrats of every stripe can thrive. It is my personal mission to root these bureaucrats out. I will not be known as a cookie-jar prosecutor. But if my son begins dating the daughter of Leonyd Balanchine, the notorious chocolate boss, it will have the appearance of impropriety. It will be a hit to my credibility. I can’t afford to take such a hit. This once magnificent city can’t afford for me to take such a hit. It isn’t your fault, and I very much wish the world were a different place. The people – they’re prejudiced, Anya. They rush to judgement. I’m sure you know this better than anyone.’

‘Mr Delacroix, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood. Win and I are just friends.’

‘Good. I was hoping you’d say that,’ Win’s father replied.

‘Besides, if you don’t want me to date Win, why don’t you forbid him?’ I asked. ‘You’re his father, not mine.’

‘Because if I forbid him, he’ll only want you more. My son is a good boy, but he’s contrary, romantic and idealistic. His life has been too easy. He’s not practical like you and me.’

The ship horn sounded. We were about to dock.

‘So, do we have an agreement?’ Charles Delacroix asked me. He held out his hand for me to shake.

‘My father always said that you shouldn’t make an agreement unless you know exactly what you’re going to get out of it,’ I said.

‘Good girl,’ Charles Delacroix said. ‘I admire your spirit.’

The boat arrived at the dock. I could see Simon Green waiting for me on the shore. With what energy I had left, I ran to him and away from Charles Delacroix.

Someone I didn’t know called out, ‘It’s her! It’s Anya Balanchine!’

I turned towards the voice and was temporarily blinded by a lightning storm of camera flashes. Once my vision returned, I could see a blue police barricade to the right of where Simon Green stood. Behind the barricade were at least fifty reporters and paparazzi, all shouting questions at once.

‘Anya, look over here!’

Despite myself, I did.

‘Anya, how was Liberty?’

‘A vacation,’ I replied.

‘Any plans to sue the city for wrongful imprisonment?’

I felt Charles Delacroix put his arm around me. Another wave of flashbulbs.

‘Please, people. Miss Balanchine has been very brave and helpful, and I imagine she’d just like to get home to be with her family. You can talk to me all you want, of course,’ Charles Delacroix said.

‘Mr Delacroix, any leads on how the chocolate supply was contaminated?’

‘The investigation is still active. That’s all I can say for now,’ Mr Delacroix said. ‘What I can tell you is that Miss Balanchine is one hundred per cent innocent.’

‘Mr Delacroix, regarding District Attorney Silverstein’s health. No one’s seen him in public for weeks.’

‘I don’t make it a practice to comment on my boss’s health,’ Mr Delacroix replied.

‘Should you be considered the acting district attorney?’

Mr Delacroix laughed. ‘When I’ve got an announcement to make, you’ll be the first to know.’

While Mr Delacroix continued to talk to the press, I was able to slip away.

Simon Green had a private car waiting for me. This was a real luxury back then – most everyone took public transportation or walked – and I appreciated the gesture. The last time I had ridden in a private car had been when Gable and I went to prom and, before that, for my father’s funeral. ‘I thought you’d want some privacy,’ Simon Green said as he held the door open for me.

I nodded.

‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t counting on that circus. On that level of interest in you.’

‘Charles Delacroix probably wanted the photo op,’ I said, as I slipped into the leather seat.

‘Yes, you’re probably right,’ Simon Green agreed. ‘Though he seemed like a very nice man when I was arranging the details of your release on the phone this morning. Once I was able to get through to him myself, that is.’

‘He was about what you’d expect,’ I said.

The car had started moving. I rested my head on the window.

‘Mr Kipling told me to return this to you.’ Simon Green placed my cross into my palm.

‘Oh, thank you,’ I said. I put the chain around my neck, but when I went to clasp it, my fingers were too tired to work the tiny mechanism.

‘Here! Let me,’ Simon Green said. He lifted my hair, his fingertips grazing the back of my neck. ‘There,’ he said. ‘You must be exhausted, Anya. I brought food if you’re hungry.’

I shook my head. ‘Maybe some water?’

Simon Green handed me a Thermos with water. I drank it down in one gulp. Some of it spilt out the side of my mouth, and I felt bad at the waste.

‘You were thirsty,’ Simon Green commented.

‘Yes, I—’ Suddenly, I knew I was going to throw up. I pressed the button that rolled down the window, and I managed to aim most of it outside the car. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘I shouldn’t have had so much to drink at once. I’m kind of dehydrated.’

Simon Green nodded. ‘Don’t apologize. Once all of this is settled, I’m going to personally file a complaint about your treatment at Liberty.’

I couldn’t think about any of that, so I changed the subject. ‘How did this come about?’ I asked. ‘My release, I mean.’

‘Over the weekend, more and more cases of Fretoxin poisoning started appearing at city hospitals. I think the number ended up being in the low hundreds, and so it became clear the contamination was in the supply.’

I nodded.

‘Still, I wasn’t able to get anyone at the DA’s office to listen to me. Mr Kipling is the one with the friends – both in your family and in law enforcement. People were mistrustful of me. And despite the fact that you’re Leonyd Balanchine’s daughter, no one in the Balanchine organization was willing to help either. Not that they wouldn’t have helped eventually, but the timing was most unfortunate. The Balanchines had a five-alarm fire of their own to deal with – the poison was in their chocolate.’

‘You must have been very persistent,’ I said. ‘Thank you.’

‘Well, actually, Anya, I can’t take all the credit. There was one stroke of good luck. You go to school with a boy named Goodwin Delacroix, I believe?’

‘Win.’

‘Several times, I had spoken to your friend Scarlet Barber about your situation. And it was Scarlet, I believe, who went to Win, who—’

‘Went to his father. Yes, that makes sense.’

‘And from that point on, the ball started rolling. The problem had been your name, you see. Though you’re, of course, unconnected to a supply-wide poisoning, you still carry the Balanchine name and I think the DA’s office was reluctant to release a Balanchine in the middle of this circus. It took a personal connection—’

I yawned. ‘Excuse me.’

‘Perfectly fine, Anya. You’re tired. I’ve never understood what’s so rude about yawning anyway.’

‘I’m not that tired,’ I insisted. ‘I’m just . . .’ My eyelids were fluttering shut. ‘I’ll have to thank Scarlet when I go back to school . . . And Win, too . . .’ I yawned again and then I fell asleep.

X.
i convalesce; receive visitors; hear news of gable arsley

W
HEN I WOKE, I WAS IN MY OWN BED
and it was almost as if the whole ordeal had never happened.

Almost, I say, because Natty lay beside me and Leo was dozing in my desk chair. These were not our usual sleeping arrangements.

‘Are you up?’ Natty whispered.

I told her that I thought I was.

‘Imogen said we should let you rest,’ Natty reported. ‘But Leo and me didn’t want to miss it if you woke up so we’ve been staying in here mostly.’

‘What day is it?’ I asked.

‘Thursday,’ she said.

I had slept for two days. ‘Shouldn’t you be in school?’

‘I already went. It’s night.’ Make that two and a half days.

Leo stirred in his chair. ‘Natty, you shouldn’t talk! You’ll wake—’ And then he saw me. ‘Annie!’ Leo jumped into bed and wrapped his arms around me. ‘Oh, Annie, I missed you so much!’ He kissed my forehead and my cheeks.

I laughed. ‘I missed you, too.’

When I reached up to embrace Leo, I noticed that my arm was attached to an IV. ‘What’s this?’ I asked.

Apparently, Imogen had declared me malnourished and dehydrated. ‘Poor Annie,’ said my sister.

The next day, I wanted to go back to school – I was so behind – but Imogen wouldn’t let me. ‘You’re still too weak,’ she said.

‘I’m feeling much better,’ I assured her.

‘You’ll feel even better on Monday,’ was Imogen’s reply.

I reminded her that she was Nana’s nurse, not mine. Imogen did not find this argument in the least compelling. ‘Go back to bed, Annie.’

Instead of doing that, I decided to see how Nana was faring.

I went into Nana’s room and kissed her on the cheek. She immediately recognized me, which I took to be an encouraging sign. Maybe she was having one of her good days.

‘Hello, Anyaschka,’ Nana said. She squinted at me. ‘You’re looking very thin.’

‘Don’t you remember? Imogen told you that I was being questioned about a crime.’

‘A crime? No, that doesn’t make any sense. That wasn’t you. That was your father,’ Nana replied.

‘They thought I had poisoned a boy named Gable Arsley.’

‘Gable Arsley! That sounds like a made-up name. I’ve never heard of such a person.’ Nana waved her hand to dismiss me.

‘He was my boyfriend,’ I said. ‘You met him once.’ I stood to leave. Nana seemed agitated and I didn’t want to end up with another slap across the face.

‘Annie?’ Nana said.

‘Yes.’

‘Did Leo take that job at the Pool?’

I was surprised that she remembered. My grandmother’s mental health was more and more of a puzzle to me. I sat back down. ‘Not yet,’ I replied. ‘We’ve all been kind of occupied here.’

‘Good, good. Because I’ve been thinking about it,’ Nana said. ‘I’m not sure it’s such a great idea.’

As I had nothing better to do, we debated the merits of Leo taking a job at the Pool for a while. No new ground there. Then I really did start to feel tired, so I told Nana I had to go.

‘Have a bar of chocolate, darling,’ Nana said. ‘And be sure to share it with someone you love.’

There was nothing in the world I wanted less than chocolate and I knew the police had confiscated our entire supply anyway. Still, I went into the closet and pretended to retrieve a bar for Nana’s sake.

Friday night, Scarlet was allowed to visit, and this was a welcome distraction. While I appreciated how concerned Imogen, Leo and Natty had been for my health, their solicitude made me feel like an invalid. I needed someone to behave normally around me.

‘So, what’s been happening at Holy Trinity?’ I asked after Scarlet had made herself at home on my bed.

Scarlet laughed. ‘Are you kidding? You’re the only thing that’s been happening. You and Gable.’

‘That’s just great,’ I said.

‘Seriously, it’s all anyone can talk about.’ Scarlet crossed her legs. ‘With my inside information, I’ve basically been the most popular girl in school.’

‘Congratulations.’

‘Yeah, I’m sure I made a lot of lasting friendships in the last nine days,’ Scarlet said. ‘You’ve got a ton of competition now.’

I thanked Scarlet for taking Natty to and from school. And then I thanked her for telling Win to go to his father.

‘Win? I had nothing to do with that. Win went to his father on his own,’ Scarlet said.

‘But you must have had something to do with it,’ I insisted.

‘We talked about you, of course,’ Scarlet said. ‘But he didn’t tell me he was going to his father and I didn’t ask him to. I thought about it – oh, don’t look so surprised, Annie! Your silly best friend does think things through on occasion. I thought about it, but I didn’t do it because I wasn’t sure if it would potentially make things worse for you.’

‘So why did Win do it then? We barely know him.’

Scarlet rolled her eyes. ‘I’m sure you can come up with a reason.’

This was annoying to me. I didn’t like owing Win anything. I especially didn’t like owing Win after the conversation I’d had with his father.

‘Enough with the furrowed brow! It’s not some great mystery. He likes you, Annie. The only thing he wants is his lab partner back. And maybe a thank-you. And maybe a date to Fall Formal.’