Ghost Girl: The true story of a child in desperate peril – and a teacher who saved her. Torey Hayden
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“We’ve got only a few minutes left, Jadie. It’s almost five o’clock.”
“Don’t say that,” she replied, not looking up.
“There’ll be enough time to finish putting the clothes on, but then we need to go. Mr. O’Banyon will want to lock up.”
“Don’t say that.” A bit tetchier in tone.
“You’re not quite ready to go yet, are you?”
“I got no time to play today.”
“Yes, well, perhaps tomorrow. We can leave the things as they are. I don’t think the boys’ll mind if we keep the dolls in here. Then you can pick up where you left off, if you come in tomorrow afternoon.”
Unexpectedly, I saw her lower lip tremble. She clutched the doll tightly between her hands.
“You’re really feeling bad about having to leave. I can see that.”
“I need to finish what I’m doing. I need more time!” Then, abruptly, Jadie burst into tears. Leaping up from the bench, she clutched the doll to her chest. “I need to make a place for her! I can’t go now. I need a place for her to be safe!” And with that, Jadie bolted off to the far side of the cloakroom and pressed herself face first into the corner.
Startled by the tears, as I’d never seen Jadie cry before, I rose from my chair.
Still clutching the doll tightly, she darted away from me when I approached. “There’s no place for her to hide,” she wailed, frantically turning her head from side to side in search of concealment. “This is a dumb room. A dumb, stupid room. Where’s she going to hide in a dumb, stupid place like this? There’s no place, and I gotta find a place now, before I go!”
“Jadie, sweetheart—”
“You don’t understand!”
“Maybe I do,” I said, keeping my voice soft and reassuring. “And there are still a few minutes left. If you need to do something with the doll and it’ll only take a few minutes, I’m sure there’s time.”
A moment or two longer she watched me through teary eyes, then slowly she began to relax.
I smiled. “Come on, lovey. Finish what you want to do.”
Jadie slowly approached me. “I need to make a place for her,” she said softly, her cheeks still wet. “I want her to be warm and cozy.” Jadie glanced up at me, her expression almost one of embarrassment. “See, that’s why I put these clothes on her. ’Cause she’s always cold. And I was always telling her I’d get some warm clothes for her.”
“Yes.”
“But now I need a place for her.”
“How can I help?” I asked. “What kind of place do you have in mind?”
Jadie scanned the room. “That’s just it. There isn’t any place in here. It’s bare. And I don’t have time to make one for her before I got to go home.” The tremor of tears was in her voice again.
“You want some place to put the doll?”
“A warm place. But it’s got to be safe. She’s got to hide.”
I cast around the room. Jadie was right about there not being many hiding places in here. Then I glanced at the box of doll clothes. “What about in there?” I pointed. “Maybe you could make a good place down in the midst of the doll clothes for her.”
Standing silently beside me, Jadie considered the box a moment and then bent over it and felt into the thickness of clothes. She nodded.
I collected the other dolls and put them into the lid of the box, which was separate, while Jadie knelt and made a hole among the doll clothes. Tenderly, she laid the black-haired doll in and covered her all up, except for her face. “There you are,” she whispered. “All nice and warm.”
Rising, she contemplated the doll in the box; then, with great care, she began picking up the other dolls and placing them gently over the top, leaving the dark-haired doll’s face hardly visible. “She can breathe like that,” Jadie explained, as she arranged the other dolls. “I’ve left an air hole for her. But when anybody comes in here and sees this, they’re not going to know she’s there. They’ll think it’s just an old box of toys.” An anxious glance in my direction. “Won’t they?”
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