ZAVION.
Zavion glanced nervously at the sky. It was not a kite-flying kind of blue or breezy. He looked back down. No use watching the sky, or even thinking about it. He couldnt stand out here all day. He had a job to do and he was going to do it. He squeezed the marble one more time and imagined it was like a sponge and he was soaking in all its magic.
Zavion walked into Luna Market and went straight to the checkout counter. A woman with a baby on her hip was buying toothpaste and a toothbrush.
"I used my toothbrush to scrub the grout between my kitchen tiles," she was saying. "I couldnt take it for another minute, all that mud left over. The rest of the house is a mess. Broken windows, ripped-up front porch, shingles gone off the roof. But my kitchen floor is clean. Spotless. You could eat off it."
"Good for you," said the cashier. She was an older woman with long hair pulled back in a scarf and yellow and black bangles up her arm, like tiger stripes.
"But then I needed a new toothbrush," said the woman with the baby.
"You sure did," said the cashier.
Zavion reached into the candy shelf and picked out a handful of chocolate bars. He wasnt going to buy them. Just show them to the cashier so shed know what he was paying for.
"Maybe Ill scrub the bathroom tonight," said the woman as she walked out. "Maybe Ill be in to buy another toothbrush tomorrow."
"Ill be here," said the cashier.
The woman with the baby held the door open for a boy and a man. A bird sat on the boys arm. The man walked up to the cashier. The boy and the bird walked down one of the lit aisles.
"You must be Luna," said the man.
"I sure am," said the cashier.
Luna. Luna Market. This was the owner of the market. Zavion could repay the owner.
"Its a pleasure to meet you," said the man. "Cora, over at the Salvation Army, sent us here in search of drinks."
"Bless your soul," said Luna. "And bless Coras quirky, kind soul too." She laughed a low, rumbly laugh.
Zavion liked the way it sounded, like a cat purring.
Luna turned to Zavion. "You all set, honey?"
Zavion nodded.
He placed the chocolate bars on the counter and then put his hand in his pocket and pulled out everything that was inside. "Here, maam." He emptied his hand of the marble and- -that was all.
Oh boy.
No money.
No!
It must be in his other one. Yes. He had put the money in one and the marble in the other. He put the marble back in his pocket and reached his hand into the other one.
No, no, no, no, no- He had lost the money.
"Do you want these chocolate bars?" asked Luna gently.
"Yes!"
Zavion turned his head. The boy and the bird were behind him. The boy had two sodas in his hand.
"Yes!" the bird squawked again.
"Yes-" Zavion said.
He stared at the cardboard in the window. His mind was just as thick as the board. He couldnt think of what to do. His heart raced. His palms sweat. He loosened his grip on his backpack and closed his wet fingers around it again. The bread bounced inside.
The bread.
The bread!
"Maam?" said Zavion. He took the backpack off his shoulder. He unzipped it. He pulled out the loaf of bread and put it on the counter. He cleared his throat. "Maam," he said again, "its honey oat. Homemade. I made it today."
"It smells delicious," said Luna.
"Can I trade it for the chocolate bars?" said Zavion.
"Oh, honey-"
"Please?" Zavion was desperate. "Its food for the heart and soul."
"Oh, honey," she said again. She looked straight into Zavions eyes. "Yes. Oh, yes. You can trade it for the chocolate."
Luna took the bread and handed Zavion the chocolate bars.
"No, maam," said Zavion. "Those arent mine." He pushed them over to her.
"But you just bought them," she said.
"No, maam, I didnt," Zavion said. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes.
"I dont understand," Luna said. She reached her hands behind her head to tighten her scarf, and her bangles rattled.
The sound rattled something deep in Zavions brain.
"I owe you this bread," said Zavion, his voice shaking.
"You do?"
"I-during the hurricane-when your store was closed-Papa and I-we-we were hungry-we took-I took-I took-I left an IOU-"
"Cant live with em, cant live without em," said Tiger, spreading his wings and then closing them again.
"Oh, child," said Luna. Her bangles rattled again. It was a soothing sound, like chimes.
The sound rang a bell in Zavions brain.
Luna pulled something out from behind the counter. "Are these yours?"
The two roof shingles.
Zavion nodded.
"I understand," said Luna. She took Zavions hand and pressed the shingles against his palm. Her fingers were soft. "Thank you," she said.
Zavion forced himself to look right into Lunas eyes, like he said he would.
"Im sorry," he choked out. His jaw came unhinged, and a sob escaped from somewhere deep in his body.
Luna leaned across the counter and put her hand on Zavions cheek. She held his stare with a soft one of her own.
"Its okay, child. Its okay." She tightened her hand slightly. Her bangles rang right in Zavions ear.
Mama.
Luna sounded like Mama.
"Youre okay," she said. "Youre okay."
And in that moment, a window opened inside Zavions brain. He felt the metal latch turn, felt the rush of air as the crisscross of wood and gla.s.s lifted.
chapter 42.
HENRY.
Henry watched the boy stumble out of the market.
"Beautiful bird," said Luna. Her voice was thick, like she was holding back tears.
"It is, isnt it?" said Jake with the same voice.
Henry knew they were both about to cry because he felt the same way.
"Live and learn, live and learn-" squawked Tiger.
Luna laughed. "But I dont think youre buying this bird now, are you?" she said. "Unless its new, I dont think I have a bird aisle. But I could, I certainly could. Its a new day, a new world- Why not sell birds-"
Henry laughed too, glad for the distraction.
Jake paid for the sodas.
"Thank you," he said.
"My pleasure," said Luna.
"And good luck."
"Good-bye," said Henry.
"Good-bye, honey," said Luna.
"See ya later, alligator," said Tiger.
"True words," laughed Luna. "As G.o.d is my witness, I saw an upside-down alligator by the side of the street on my way to work. It is a new world-"
chapter 43.
ZAVION.
The wind cut through the sky, a sound like scissors through paper.
Zavion glanced up. The dark was getting darker. The wind tore the black away and revealed a blacker black behind it. Rain began to fall. The wind tore into his skin. He felt it rip into his arm and his neck and face, and then felt the sting of the rain. He wasnt sure if his legs would hold him up.
"Hey-"