You don't know my name. Your name is the button lady, Maisie said with total confidence. Because you have all those buttons on your coat. " Clara made a sound that was definitely a suppressed laugh, and then looked at the ground. Margaret looked down at her coat, which did indeed have rather a lot of buttons. "I suppose that's fair," she said.
She did not stay long. She spoke briefly with Calder, asked a few practical questions, looked at the household log that the twins had produced, and turned one page of it twice as if she hadn't quite believed the first reading. "These two did this," she said. "Rose and Ruth. " Yes. Margaret turned the page back.
How old did you say they are? 8. She said nothing for a moment, Mister Boon, she said when she was getting ready to leave. I want to be clear that my role in this is supervisory and that I have not changed my preliminary assessment that this situation carries significant risk. I understand, Calder said.
However, she paused. I intend to suggest to the board that the twoe review be extended to a 6-week review on the grounds that insufficient time has elapsed to accurately assess a situation of this complexity. I appreciate that. Don't thank me, she said. I'm doing it because it's the accurate position, not because I've formed an opinion about your fitness.
All right, she started toward her buggy. The four-year-old named the rabbit button, she said without turning around. After me, I heard. I am choosing to take that as a compliment. I'd take it as one, Calder said.
Margaret got into her buggy and drove away, and this time when she left, she was doing it slightly faster than she'd arrived, and she did not look back. Calder watched the road behind him in the house that had been silent for 6 years. Somebody was laughing. It sounded like Benny. And someone else was telling him to be quiet, which sounded like Wesley.
And someone else was joining in anyway, which sounded like Eddie. And underneath all of it, barely audible, there was a sound he hadn't heard in this house in so long that it took him a moment to identify it. It was Jonah. Jonah was laughing. Calder stood on the porch in the early evening light and listened to the sound coming out of his own house and thought about a 4-year-old on a cold train platform reaching her arms out to a stranger.
Then he went inside. The six-week review came and went without drama, which surprised Calder and seemed to mildly disappoint Prescott, who had arrived with his list and his good coat, and found a household log, a signed schooling arrangement, a completed porch railing, and nine children who looked by any observable measure, like children who were eating regularly and sleeping in beds and learning things. Prescott made notes, asked questions, walked through the rooms, looked at the provisions. Then he left and filed a report that said in official language that the situation remained under observation, but that no immediate action was warranted. Margaret told Calder about the report's language at the dry goods store in town.
3 days later when they happened to arrive at the same time and she happened to mention it in the tone of someone passing along weather information under observation. Calder said it's the best you were going to get from Prescott at 6 weeks. Margaret said he needs more time to be wrong about something before he can admit it. Calder looked at her. You think he's wrong?