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EVANGELINE BIT HER LIP and scrutinized the thing on the kitchen stoop, trying to decide if it was supposed to be a kobold or a goblin. Whatever it was, it was surrounded by poisonous toadstools, and the pun on the sign was practically a crime against humor .
She assumed the note added to this strange item was meant for her. Mrs. Unger knew who he was. Evangeline put her hands on her hips and wondered what in the world New Boy was thinking, leaving kobolds on her stoop and pushing notes through the mail slot suggesting she âhang outâ and âhave a soda.â
He didnât seem to realize she was a prisoner, living a lifetime sentence for a crime committed by othersâfirst, by her race in general, then, by her father individually .
In spite of this, Evangeline had to admit that Red had treated her decently over the last eight monthsâor four and a half years, depending on whether one was counting by her viewpoint or his. Sometimes, he was even friendly .
One day the winter before last, sheâd awakened to the surprise ofnew snow. Light flakes had been falling from the sky, so it must have been snowing at the moment of change. There was never any accumulation on an eighth dayâonly so much snow could fall in a sliver of real timeâbut Evangeline loved that rare sensation of flakes landing on her face, like cold kisses .
She hadnât left the house while Red was home, shying away from the chance of meeting him, but when she heard his motorcycle leave, she dug in the closet for Mrs. Ungerâs galoshes and wool coat. Sheâd burst out the back door, and that was when sheâd seen three snowmen in a row on the property line, facing the Unger house. Each one had a branch sticking straight up from its shoulder, as if waving. Hello. Hello. Hello .
Laughing, Evangeline had pulled all the stones and carrot nubs out of their faces. By the time Red came back, Evangeline had returned to the house. Sheâd obscured her footsteps in the snow with a broom, and the snowmen were facing the other way, waving at Redâs house. Hello back. Hello back. Hello back .
That little lark and an occasional basket of cookies was the limit of friendliness she allowed between herself and the boy next door, no matter how lonely sheâd gotten in her five years of isolation. He had chosen to treat her honorably, but the history between their two families made things . . . awkward .
After closing the door on New Boyâs weird kobold, Evangeline made herself breakfast and cleaned up as she went along, making sure the only evidence of her meal was the mysterious disappearance of one egg, one slice of bread, and one tea bag. Outside and next door, a voice bellowed, âJax?â Evangeline peered around the edge of thecurtain in the kitchen window. Red stomped down his front steps and into the yard. New Boyâs bicycle was gone from its usual spot, and Red turned in a circle, noting its absence. He paced up and down the length of the yard, then turned toward the Unger house and made a shrugging gesture as if to say, I donât know where the darn boyâs gone .
He couldnât see her, but he assumed she was watching. That was a little conceited of him, but she usually was watching. What else did she have to do?
When Evangeline heard the motorcycle depart a little while later, she slipped a weapon into the back pocket of her jeansâjust in caseâand ventured into Mrs. Ungerâs backyard. She stretched out her arms, preening in the sun and admiring the pink sky. Evangeline knew the sky was supposed to be blueâsheâd seen pictures. But she didnât know why it should be blue. A rosy sky seemed much more natural .
Then she got to work. She hadnât been outside in two days. Instead, sheâd watched from her window while New Boy ran amok through the neighborhood, then was tutored