A Stranger in My Grave
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The front door of the Oakley house was open but the screen was latched and Mary Martha had to press the door chime. The sound was very faint. Mrs. Oakley had had it muted shortly after Mr. Oakley moved out because sometimes he used to come and stand at the door and keep pressing the chime, demanding admittance.
“If she’s not home,” Jessie said hopefully, “we could climb the sycamore tree at the back and get over on the balcony of her bedroom and just walk in. . . . What’s the matter with your doorbell?”
“Nothing.”
“Ours is real loud.”
“My mother and I don’t like loud noises.”
Mrs. Oakley appeared, blinking her eyes in the light as if she’d been taking a nap or watching television in a darkened room.
She was small and pretty and very neat in a blue cotton dress she had made herself. Her fair hair was softly waved and hung down to her shoulders and she wore high-heeled shoes without any backs to them. Sometimes, when Jessie was angry at her mother, she compared her unfavorably with Mrs. Oakley: her mother liked to wear sneakers and jeans or shorts, and she often forgot to comb her hair, which was as dark and straight as Jessie’s own.
Mrs. Oakley kissed Mary Martha on the forehead. “Hello, lamb.” Then she patted Jessie on the shoulder. “Hello, Jessie. My goodness, you’re getting big. Each time I see you, I truly swear you’ve grown another inch.”
Whenever Mrs. Oakley said this to her, which was at least once a week, Jessie felt highly complimented. Her own mother said, “Good Lord, do I have to buy you another pair of shoes already?” And her brother called her beanpole or toothpick or canary legs.
“I eat a lot,” Jessie said modestly. “So does my brother, Mike. My father says he should get double tax exemptions for us.”
As soon as she’d made the remark Jessie realized it was a mistake. Mary Martha nudged her in the side with her elbow, and Mrs. Oakley turned and walked away, her sharp heels leaving little dents in the waxed linoleum.
“You shouldn’t talk about fathers or taxes,” Mary Martha whispered. “But it’s O.K., because now we won’t have to tell her about your hands. She hates the sight of blood.”
“I’m not bleeding.”
“You might start.”
Charlie wrote the name and address on the inside cover of a book of matches: Jessie, 319 Jacaranda Road. He wasn’t sure yet what he intended to do with the information; it just seemed an important thing to have, like money in the bank. Perhaps he would find out Jessie’s last name and write a letter to her parents, warning them. Dear Mr. and Mrs. X: I have never written an anonymous letter before, but I cannot stand by and watch your daughter take such risks with her delicate bones. Children must be cherished, guarded against the terrible hazards of life, fed good nourishing meals so their bones will be padded and will not break coming into contact with the hard cruel earth. In the name of God, I beg you to protect your little girl….
THE COMPLETE WORKS OF MARGARET MILLAR
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Volume I
The Paul Prye Mysteries
The Invisible Worm (1941)
The Weak-Eyed Bat (1942)
The Devil Loves Me (1942)
Inspector Sands Mysteries
Wall of Eyes (1943)
The Iron Gates [Taste of Fears] (1945)
Volume II
Fire Will Freeze (1944)
Experiment in Springtime (1947)
The Cannibal Heart (1949)
Do Evil in Return (1950)
Rose’s Last Summer (1952)
Volume III
Vanish in an Instant (1952)
Wives and Lovers (1954)
Beast in View (1955)
An Air That Kills (1957)
The Listening Walls (1959)
Volume IV
A Stranger in My Grave (1960)
How Like an Angel (1962)
The Fiend (1964)
Beyond This Point Are Monsters (1970)
Volume V
Tom Aragon Novels
Ask for Me Tomorrow (1976)
The Murder of Miranda (1979)
Mermaid (1982)
Volume VI
Banshee (1983)
Spider Webs (1986)
The Couple Next Door: Collected Short Mysteries (2004)
It’s All in the Family (1948) (semi-autobiographical children’s novel)
Volume VII
The Birds and the Beasts Were There (1968) (memoir)
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