“Get your things, Bobby, quick.” I pushed by him into the shop. “I’ll explain on the way. Bring the camera.” I hopped around him as he clumsily tried to gather his things, trying to keep up with the speed with which I was barking my orders. By the time he had finished locking up I was power-walking down the dusty street, aware that even more eyes were on me now, after the community gathering last night.
“Wait, Sandy!” I heard him panting behind me. “What the hell happened to you? It’s like you’ve a rocket shoved up your arse!”
“Maybe I have.” I smiled, racing on.
“Where are we going?” He jogged alongside me.
“Here.” I thrust the page of directions at him and kept walking.
“Hold on. Slow down,” he said, trying to read it and run alongside me at the same time. One of my strides equaled two of his but I kept walking nonetheless. “Stop!” he shouted loudly in the market area, and others turned to stare. I finally stopped. “If you want me to read this properly you have to tell me what the hell is happening.”
I spoke faster than I had ever spoken before in my life.
“OK, I think I got all that,” Bobby said, still slightly confused, “but I’ve never been in this direction before.” He studied the map again. “We’ll have to ask Helena or Joseph.”
“No! We’ve no time! We have to go now,” I whined like an impatient child. “Bobby, I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past twenty-four years of my life. Please do not delay me now when I’m so close.”
“Yes, Dorothy, but it will take a bit more than following the yellow brick road,” he said sarcastically.
Despite my frustration, I laughed.
“I understand your haste but if I try to bring you to this place it will be another twenty-four years before we get there. I don’t know this part of the woods, I have never heard of this Jenny-May person, and I don’t have any friends who live that deep. If we get lost, we’re in big trouble. Let’s just go to Helena for help first.”
Although he was almost half my age, the boy made sense, and so I grudgingly stomped my way to Helena and Joseph’s house.
Helena and Joseph were sitting on the bench in the front of their house, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of Sunday lunchtime. Bobby, sensing my urgency, rushed straight to Helena and Joseph while Wanda jumped up from the ground where she was playing and ran to me.
“Hi, Sandy,” she said, grabbing my hand and skipping alongside me as I walked toward the house.
“Hi, Wanda,” I said in a bored tone as I tried to hide my smile.
“What’s that in your hand?”
“It’s called Wanda’s hand,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “No, the other hand.”
“It’s a Polaroid camera.”
“Why?”
“Why is it a camera?”
“No. Why do you have it?”
“Because I want to take a photograph of somebody.”
“Who?”
“A girl I used to know.”
“Who?”
“A girl called Jenny-May Butler.”
“Was she your friend?”
“Not really.”
“Well then, why do you want to take a photograph of her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it because you miss her?”
I was about to say no when I stopped myself. “Actually, I did miss her, very much.”
“And are you going to see her today?”
“Yes.” I smiled, grabbing Wanda under her armpits and swinging her around, much to her delight. “I am going to see Jenny-May Butler today!”
Wanda began laughing uncontrollably and sang a song she pretended to know about a girl called Jenny-May, which she clearly was making up on the spot, much to my amusement.
“I’m going to come with you,” Helena said, breaking into Wanda’s song, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. I took a photo of the two of them when they weren’t looking.
“Stop wasting the cartridges,” Bobby barked at me, and I snapped his face too.
“No, Helena, I don’t expect you to come.” I waved the photos in the air to dry before placing them in my shirt pocket. “You’ve got the dress rehearsal tonight. That’s more important. Just explain to Bobby where it is.” I began to get jittery again.
She looked at her watch and I had a pang of longing for mine. “It’s just after one. The dress rehearsal isn’t until seven; we’ll be back in time. And besides, I want to go with you.” She touched my chin lightly and winked. “This is far more important, plus I know exactly where we’re going. This clearing is not much farther on from where you and I met last week.”
Joseph made his way to me. He held out his hand. “Safe trip, Kipepeo girl.”
I took his hand with confusion. “I’m coming back, Joseph.”
“I should hope so,” he said, and placed his other hand on my head. “When you get back I shall tell you what a Kipepeo girl is.” He smiled.
“Liar,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“Right, let’s go,” Helena said, throwing a lime green pashmina over her shoulders.
We set off in the direction of the woods, Helena leading the way. At the edge of the woods a young woman appeared, looking dazed and confused as she gazed around the village.
“Welcome,” Helena said to her.
“Welcome,” Bobby said happily.
She looked with confusion from their faces to mine. “Welcome,” I said and smiled, pointing her toward the registry office.
The routes Helena chose were cleared and well-traveled trails. The atmosphere reminded me of the first few days I had spent alone in these woods, wondering where I was. The scent of pine was rich, mixed with moss, bark, and damp leaves. There was the foul smell of rotting leaves mixed with the sweet floral scents of the wildflowers. Mosquitoes hovered in small areas, darting in circular motions together. Red squirrels bounced from branch to branch, and occasionally Bobby stopped to pick up an item of interest in our path. We couldn’t walk fast enough, as far as I was concerned. Yesterday I had thought the prospect of finding Jenny-May an impossibility; today I was going back the way I had come, to actually see her.
Grace Burns had explained that Jenny-May had arrived in the village with an elderly Frenchman, who had been living deep in the woods for years. She had knocked on his door seeking help when she had first arrived all those years ago. Seldom in the forty years he had lived Here had he ventured to the village, but twenty-four years ago he arrived at the registry office with the ten-year-old girl named Jenny-May Butler, who insisted on him being her guardian-the only person she trusted. Despite his desire for solitude, he agreed to care for her, choosing to remain in his home in the woods but making sure Jenny-May went back and forth to school every day and formed and maintained friendships. She became fluent in French, choosing to speak it when in the village, which meant that few of the Irish community were aware of her true roots. Jenny-May cared for her guardian until his dying day, fifteen years ago, and she decided to remain in the home he made hers, outside of the village, rarely venturing to the village herself.
After twenty minutes, we passed the clearing where I had met Helena and she insisted on stopping for a break. She drank from the canteen of water she had carried with her and passed it to Bobby and me. I didn’t feel the heat or the thirst on this hot day, though. My mind was focused on Jenny-May. I wanted to keep moving, keep walking until we reached her. After that, I had no idea what would happen.
“God, I’ve never seen you like this before,” Bobby said, staring at me oddly. “It’s as though you’ve ants in your pants.”
“She’s always like that.” Helena closed her eyes and fanned her perspiring face.
I paced up and down beside Helena and Bobby, hopping around, kicking leaves, and trying desperately to channel the adrenaline that was rushing through me. Feeling more anxious with every second they spent with me, they finally felt under pressure to move again, which I was glad of, but felt guilty about.