“Your mama seemed to like Tom Walker.”
Leni tensed.
“Did you see the way he shoved our noses in his money? I can loan you my tractor, Ernt, or Do you need a ride to town? He looked down at me, Red.”
“He said to me he thought you were a hero and it was a dang shame what happened to you boys over there,” Leni lied.
“He did?” Dad pushed the hair out of his face. A frown creased his sunburned forehead.
“I like this place, Dad,” Leni said, realizing suddenly the truth of her words. She already felt more at home in Alaska than she ever had in Seattle. “We’re happy here. I see how happy you are. Maybe … maybe drinking isn’t so good for you.”
There was a tense moment of silence; by tacit agreement, Leni and Mama didn’t mention his drinking or his temper.
“You’re probably right about that, Red.” He turned thoughtful. “Come on. Let’s get you to school.”
* * *
AN HOUR LATER, Leni stared up at the one-room schoolhouse. Slinging her backpack’s strap over one shoulder, she made her way to the front door, her lunch box clanging into her right thigh. Lollygagging, Mama would have called it. All Leni knew was that she was in no hurry to get to class.
She was almost to the front door when it banged open and students came out in a laughing, talking clot. Matthew’s mom, Geneva, was in the middle, her work-chapped hands raised, telling everyone to calm down.
“Oh. Leni! Great!” Mrs. Walker said. “You’re so late, I thought you were going to be absent. Tica couldn’t make it in to school today, so I’m teaching. Ha! I barely graduated, let’s face it.” She laughed at herself. “And since I was more interested in boys than lessons in school, we’re going on a field trip. I hate being inside on such a beautiful day.”
Leni fell into step beside Mrs. Walker, who put an arm around her and drew her close. “I’m so glad you moved here.”
“Me, too.”
“Before you, Matthew had a religious aversion to deodorant. Now he wears clean clothes. It’s a dream come true for those of us who live with him.”
Leni had no idea what to say to that.
They marched down to the harbor in a herd, like the elephants in the Jungle Book movie. Leni felt Matthew’s gaze on her. Twice she caught him staring at her with a confused expression on his face.
When they reached the guest dock in the harbor, with fishing boats creaking and bobbing all around them, Mrs. Walker paired the students up and assigned them to the canoes. “Matthew. Leni. The green one is yours. Put on your life vests. Matthew, make sure Leni is safe.”
Leni did as she was told and climbed down into the back end of the canoe, facing the bow.
Matthew stepped down after her. The canoe rattled and creaked as he dropped into it.
He sat down facing her.
Leni didn’t know much about canoeing, but she knew that was wrong. “You’re supposed to face the other way.”
“Matthew Denali Walker. What in the hell are you doing?” his mother said, gliding past him, with Moppet in her canoe. “Have you had a seizure or something? What’s my name?”
“I wanted to talk to Leni for a sec, Mom. We’ll catch up.”
Mrs. Walker gave her son a knowing look. “Don’t be long. It’s school, not your first date.”
Matthew groaned. “Oh, my God. You are so weird.”
“I love you, too,” Mrs. Walker said. Laughing, she paddled away. “Come on, kids,” she yelled to the other canoes. “Head for Eaglet Cove.”
“You’re staring at me,” Leni said to Matthew when they were alone.
Matthew laid his paddle across his lap. Waves slapped at their canoe, made a hollow, thunking sound as they drifted away from the dock.
She knew he was waiting for her to say something. There was only one thing to say. Wind combed through her hair, pulled corkscrew curls free of the elastic band that bound them. Red strands fluttered across her face. “I’m sorry about last night.”