“You’re absolutely right. I can’t. I’d like you to tell me about your friendship with Emily Steiner.” His eyes dropped to his hands, which were nervously fiddling with the edge of the blanket.
“Had you known her a long time?” I continued.
“I’ve seen her around. We’re in the same youth group at church.” He looked at me.
“Plus, we’re both in the sixth grade but we have different homeroom teachers.
I have Mrs. Winters.”
“Did you get to know Emily right after her family moved here?”
“I guess so. They came from California. Mom says they have earth shakes out there because the people don’t believe in Jesus.”
“It seems Emily liked you a great deal,” I said.
“In fact, I’d say she had a big crush on you. Were you aware of that?” He nodded, eyes cast down again.
“Wren, can you tell me about the last time you saw her?”
“It was at church. She came in with her guitar because it was her turn.”
“Her turn for what?”
“For music. Usually Owen or Phil plays the piano, but sometimes Emily would play guitar. She wasn’t very good.”
“Were you supposed to meet her at church that afternoon?” Color mounted his cheeks and he sucked in his lower lip to keep it from trembling.
“It’s all right. Wren. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I asked her to meet me there early,” he quietly said.
“What was her reaction?”
“She said she would but not to tell anybody.”
“Why did you want her to meet you early?” I continued to probe.
“I wanted to see if she would.”
“Why?” Now his face was very red and he was working hard to hold back tears.
“I don’t know,” he barely said.
“Wren, tell me what happened.”
“I rode my bike to the church just to see if she was there.”
“What time would this have been?”
“I don’t know. But it was at least an hour before the meeting was supposed to start,” he said.
“And I saw her through the window. She was inside sitting on the floor practicing guitar.”
“Then what?”
“I left and came back with Paul and Will at five. They live over there.” He pointed.
“Did you say anything to Emily?” I asked. Tears spilled down his cheeks, and he impatiently wiped them away.
“I didn’t say nothing. She kept staring at me but I pretended not to see her. She was upset. Jack asked her what was wrong. ”
“Who’s Jack?”
“The youth leader. He goes to Montreat Anderson College. He’s real fat and’s got a beard.”
“What was her reply when Jack asked what was wrong?”
“She said she felt like she was getting the flu. Then she left.”
“How long before the meeting was over?”
“When I was getting the basket off the top of the piano.
“Cause it was my turn to take up the collection.”
“This would have been at the very end of the meeting?”
“That’s when she ran out. She took the shortcut.” He bit his lower lip and gripped the blanket so hard that the small bones of his hands were clearly defined.
“How do you know she took a shortcut?” I asked. He looked up at me and sniffed loudly. I handed him several tissues, and he blew his nose.
“Wren,” I persisted, “did you actually see Emily take the shortcut?”
“No, ma’am,” he meekly said.
“Did anybody see her take the shortcut?” He shrugged.
“Then why do you think she took it?”
“Everybody says so,” he replied simply.
“Just as everybody has said where her body was found?” I was gentle. When he did not respond, I added more forcefully, “And you know exactly where that is, don’t you. Wren?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said almost in a whisper.
“Will you tell me about that place?” Still staring at his hands, he answered, “It’s just this place where lots of colored people fish. There’s a bunch of weeds and slime, and huge bullfrogs and snakes hanging out of the trees, and that’s where she was. A colored man found her, and all she had on was her socks, and it scared him so bad he turned white as you are. After that Dad put in all the lights.”