Chapter Three
SCHOOL WAS AN UNBEARABLE ordeal for Kemal. He was smaller than the other kids in his classes, and to his deep shame, that included the girls. He was nicknamed "the runt" and "the shrimp" and "the minnow. " As far as his studies were concerned, Kemal's only interest was in math and computers, where he invariably got the highest grades of anyone. An offshoot of the class was the chess club, and Kemal dominated it. In the past, he had enjoyed soccer, but when he had gone to try out for the school varsity team, the coach had looked at Kemal's empty sleeve and said, "Sorry, we can't use you. " It was not said unkindly, but it was a devastating blow.
Kemal's nemesis was Ricky Underwood. At lunchtime some of the students ate in the enclosed patio instead of the cafeteria. Ricky Underwood would wait to see where Kemal was having lunch and then join him.
"Hey, orphan boy. When is your wicked stepmother going to send you back where you came from?"
Kemal ignored him.
"I'm talking to you, freak. You don't think she's going to keep you, do you? Everyone knows why she brought you over here, camel face. Because she was a famous war correspondent, and it made her look good to save a cripple. "
"Fukat!"Kemal shouted. He got up and leaped at Ricky.
Ricky's fist went into Kemal's stomach, and then crashed into Kemal's face. Kemal fell on the ground, writhing in pain.
Ricky Underwood said, "Anytime you want more, just tell me. And you better do it fast, because from what I hear, you're history. "
Kemal lived in an agony of doubt. He did not believe the things that Ricky Underwood said and yet. . . What if they were true? What if Dana does send me back? Ricky is right, Kemal thought. I am a freak. Why would someone as wonderful as Dana want me?
Kemal had believed his life was over when his parents and sister were killed in Sarajevo. He had been sent to the Orphans Institution outside of Paris, and it was a nightmare.
At two o'clock every Friday afternoon, the boys and girls in the orphanage would line up as prospective foster parents arrived to evaluate them and select one to take home. As each Friday approached, the excitement and tension among the children rose to an almost unbearable pitch. They would wash and dress neatly, and as the adults walked along the line, each child would inwardly pray to be chosen.
Invariably, when the prospective parents saw Kemal, they would whisper, "Look, he's got only one arm," and they would move on.
Every Friday was the same, but Kemal would still wait hopefully as the adults examined the line of candidates. But they always picked other children. Standing there, ignored, Kemal would be filled with humiliation. It will always be someone else, he thought despairingly. No one wants me.
Kemal wished desperately to be part of a family. He tried everything he could think of to make it happen. One Friday he would smile brightly at the adults to let them know what a nice, friendly boy he was. The next Friday he would pretend to be occupied with something, showing them that he didn't really care whether he was chosen or not, and that they would be lucky to have him. At other times, he would look at them appealingly, silently begging them to take him home with them. But week after week, it was always someone else who was chosen and taken away to wonderful homes and happy families.
Miraculously, Dana had changed all that. She was the one who had found him living homeless on the streets of Sarajevo. After Kemal was airlifted by the Red Cross to the orphanage, Kemal wrote Dana a letter. To his astonishment, she had telephoned the orphanage and said that she wanted Kemal to come live with her in America. That was the happiest moment of Kemal's life. It was an impossible dream come true, and it turned out to be a joy even greater than he had ever imagined.
Kemal's life had changed completely. He was grateful now that no one had chosen him before. He was no longer alone in the world. Someone cared about him. He loved Dana with all his heart and soul, but within him was always the terrible fear that Ricky Underwood had instilled, that someday Dana would change her mind and send him back to the orphanage, to the life of hell he had escaped. He had a recurring dream: He was back in the orphans' asylum, and it was Friday. A line of adults was inspecting the children, and Dana was there. She looked at Kemal and said, That ugly little boy has only one arm, and she moved on and picked the boy next to him. Kemal would wake up in tears.
Kemal knew that Dana hated for him to get into fights at school, and he did everything he could to avoid them, but he could not bear to have Ricky Underwood or his friends insult Dana. As soon as they realized that, the insults about Dana increased, and so did the fights.
Ricky would greet Kemal with "Hey, have you packed your suitcase, shrimp? On the news this morning it said your bitch stepmother is going to send you back to Yugoslavia. "
"Zbosti!"Kemal would yell.
And the fight would begin. Kemal would come home with black eyes and bruises, but when Dana asked him what had happened, he could not tell her the truth, for he was terrified that if he put it into words, what Ricky Underwood had said might happen.
Now, as Kemal waited in the principal's office for Dana to arrive, he thought, When she hears what I've done this time, she is going to send me away. He sat there miserable, his heart racing.
When Dana entered the office of Thomas Henry, the principal was pacing the floor, looking grim. Kemal sat in a chair across the room.
"Good morning, Miss Evans. Please sit down. "
Dana glanced at Kemal and took a seat.
Thomas Henry picked up a large butcher knife from his desk. "One of Kemal's teachers took this from him. "
Dana swiveled to look at Kemal, furious. "Why?" she asked angrily. "Why did you bring this to school?"
Kemal looked at Dana and said sullenly, "I didn't have a gun. "
"Kemal!"
Dana turned to the principal. "May I speak to you alone, Mr. Henry?"
"Yes. " He looked over at Kemal, his jaw tight. "Wait in the hallway. "
Kemal got to his feet, took one last look at the knife, and left.
Dana began, "Mr. Henry, Kemal is twelve years old. He's lived most of those years going to sleep with the sound of exploding bombs in his ears, the same bombs that killed his mother and father and sister. One of those bombs took off his arm. When I found Kemal in Sarajevo, he was living in a cardboard box in a vacant lot. There were a hundred other homeless boys and girls there, living like animals. " She was remembering, trying to keep her voice steady.
"The bombs have stopped, but the boys and girls are still homeless and helpless. The only way they can defend themselves against their enemies is with a knife or a rock or a gun, if they're lucky enough to get hold of one. " Dana closed her eyes for an instant and took a deep breath. "These children are scarred. Kemal is scarred, but he's a decent boy. He just needs to learn that he's safe here. That none of us is his enemy. I promise you he won't do this again. "
There was a long silence. When Thomas Henry spoke, he said, "If I ever need a lawyer, Miss Evans, I'd like you to defend me. "
Dana managed a relieved smile. "I promise. "
Thomas Henry sighed. "All right. Have a talk with Kemal. If he does anything like this again, I'm afraid I'll have to - "
"I'll talk to him. Thank you, Mr. Henry. "
Kemal was waiting in the hallway.
"Let's go home," Dana said curtly.
"Did they keep my knife?"
She did not bother to answer.
During the ride home, Kemal said, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble, Dana. "
"Oh, no trouble. They've decided not to kick me out of school. Look, Kemal - "
"Okay. No more knives. "
When they returned to the apartment, Dana said, "I have to get back to the studio. The sitter will be here any minute. Tonight you and I are going to have to have a long talk. "
When the evening broadcast was finished, Jeff turned to Dana. "You look worried, honey. "
"I am. It's Kemal. I don't know what to do about hi
m, Jeff. I had to go see his principal again today, and two more housekeepers have quit because of him. "
"He's a great kid," Jeff said. "He just needs warm-up time. "
"Maybe. Jeff?"
"Yes?"
"I hope I didn't make a terrible mistake bringing him here. "
When Dana returned to the apartment, Kemal was waiting.
Dana said, "Sit down. We have to talk. You must start obeying the rules, and these fights at school have to stop. I know the other boys are making it difficult for you, but you've got to come to some understanding with them. If you keep getting into fights, Mr. Henry is going to throw you out of school. "
"I don't care. "
"Youhave to care. I want you to have a wonderful future, and that can't happen without an education. Mr. Henry is giving you a break, but - "
"Fuck him. "
"Kemal!" Without thinking, Dana slapped him across the face. She was instantly sorry. Kemal stared at her, a look of disbelief on his face, got up, ran into the study, and slammed the door shut.
The telephone rang. Dana picked it up. It was Jeff. "Dana - "
"Darling, I - I can't talk right now. I'm too upset. "
"What happened?"
"It's Kemal. He's impossible!"
"Dana. . . "
"Yes?"
"Walk in his shoes. "
"What?"
"Think about it. Sorry, I'm on a deadline. Love you, and we'll talk later. "
Walk in his shoes? That doesn't make any sense, Dana thought. How can I know what Kemal is feeling? I'm not a twelve-year-old war orphan with one arm who's gone through what he's gone through. Dana sat there for a long time, thinking. Walk in his shoes. She rose, went into her bedroom, closed the door, and opened her closet door. Before Kemal had arrived, Jeff had spent several nights a week at the apartment and had left some of his clothes there. In the closet were pants, shirts and ties, a sweater, and a sports jacket.
Dana took out some of the clothes and placed them on the bed. She went to a bureau drawer and removed a pair of Jeff's Jockey shorts and socks. Then Dana got completely undressed. She picked up Jeff's Jockey shorts with her left hand and started putting them on. She lost her balance and fell. It took her two more attempts before she could get them on. Next, she picked up one of Jeff's shirts. Using only her left hand, it took three frustrating minutes to slip into it and button it. She had to sit on the bed to don the trousers, and they were difficult to zip up. It took another two minutes to put on Jeff's sweater.
When Dana was finally dressed, she sat down to catch her breath. This was what Kemal had to go through every morning. And that was only the beginning. He had to bathe and brush his teeth and comb his hair. And that was now. What about the past? Living in the horror of war, watching his mother, father, sister, and friends murdered.
Jeff's right, she thought. I'm expecting too much too soon. He needs more time to adjust. I could never give up on him. My father abandoned my mother and me and I've never really forgiven him for that. There should be an eleventh commandment: Thou shalt not abandon those who love you.
Slowly, as Dana got dressed in her own clothes, she thought about the lyrics of the songs that Kemal listened to over and over again. The CDs of Britney Spears, the Backstreet Boys, Limp Bizkit. "Don't want to lose you," "I need you tonight," "As long as you love me," "I just want to be with you," "I need love. "
All the lyrics were about loneliness and wanting.
Dana picked up Kemal's report card. It was true that he was failing in most of his classes, but he had an A in math. It's the A that's important, Dana thought. That's where he excels. That's where he has a future. We'll work on the other grades.
When Dana opened the door to the study, Kemal was in bed, with his eyes tightly closed and his pale face stained with tears. Dana looked at him a moment, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm so sorry, Kemal," she whispered. "Forgive me. "
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Early the following morning Dana took Kemal to a prominent orthopedic surgeon, Dr. William Wilcox. After the examination, Dr. Wilcox talked to Dana alone.
"Miss Evans, to fit him with a prosthesis would cost twenty thousand dollars and there's a problem here. Kemal is only twelve years old. His body will keep growing until he's seventeen or eighteen. He could outgrow the prosthesis every few months. I'm afraid financially it's not practical. "
Dana had a sinking feeling. "I see. Thank you, Doctor. "
Outside, Dana said to Kemal, "Don't worry, darling. We'll find a way. "
Dana dropped Kemal off at school and then headed for the studio. Half a dozen blocks away, her cell phone rang. She picked it up. "Hello?"
"It's Matt. There's going to be a press conference on the Winthrop murder at police headquarters at noon. I want you to cover it. I'm sending over a camera crew. The police have really got their asses in a sling. The story is getting bigger every minute, and the cops don't have a clue. "
"I'll be there, Matt. "
Police Chief Dan Burnett was in his office on the telephone when his secretary said, "The mayor is on line two. "
Burnett snapped, "Tell him I'm talking to the governor on line one. " He went back to the phone.
"Yes, Governor. I know that. . . Yes, sir. I think. . . I'm sure we can. . . As soon as we. . . Right. Good-bye, sir. " He slammed the phone down.
"The White House press secretary is on line four. "
The whole morning went like that.
At noon, the conference room in the Municipal Center at 300 Indiana Avenue in downtown Washington was crowded with members of the media. Police Chief Burnett entered and walked to the front of the room.
"Let's have it quiet, please. " He waited until there was silence. "Before I take your questions, I have a statement to make. The savage murder of Gary Winthrop is a great loss not only to this community, but to the world, and our investigation is going to continue until we apprehend the ones responsible for this terrible crime. I'll take your questions. "
A reporter stood up. "Chief Burnett, do the police have any leads?"
"At about threeA. M. a witness saw two men loading up a white van in the driveway of Gary Winthrop's house. Their actions looked suspicious, and he took down the license number. The plates were from a stolen truck. "
"Do the police know what was taken from the house?"
"A dozen valuable paintings are missing. "
"Was anything stolen besides the paintings?"
"No. "
"What about cash and jewelry?"
"The jewelry and cash in the house were untouched. The thieves were just after the paintings. "
"Chief Burnett, didn't the house have an alarm system, and if so, was it turned on?"
"According to the butler, it was always turned on at night. The burglars found a way to circumvent it. We're not sure yet how. "
"How did the burglars gain entrance to the house?"
Chief Burnett hesitated. "That's an interesting question. There were no signs of a break-in. We don't have the answer to that yet. "
"Could it have been an inside job?"
"We don't think so. Gary Winthrop's staff has been with him for many years. "
"Was Gary Winthrop alone in the house?"
"As far as we know, yes. The staff was off. "
Dana called out, "Do you have a list of the stolen paintings?"
"We do. They're all well known. The list has been circulated to museums, art dealers, and collectors. The minute one of those paintings appears, the case will be solved. "
Dana sat down, puzzled. The killers must have been aware of that, so they wouldn't dare try to sell the paintings. Then what was the point of stealing them? And committing a murder? And why didn't they take the money and jewelry? Something doesn't add up.
The funeral services for Gary Winthrop were held at the National Cathedral, the sixth largest in the world. Wisconsin and Ma
ssachusetts Avenues had been closed off to traffic. Secret Service men and Washington police were out in full force. Inside, waiting for the service to begin, were the vice president of the United States, a dozen senators and members of Congress, a Supreme Court Justice, two cabinet officers, and a host of dignitaries from around the world. The police and press helicopters beat a tattoo in the sky. On the street outside were hundreds of onlookers who had come either to pay their respects or to get a glimpse of the celebrities inside. People were paying tribute not just to Gary, but to the entire ill-fated Winthrop dynasty.
Dana covered the funeral with two camera crews. Inside, the cathedral was hushed.
"God moves in mysterious ways," the minister was intoning. "The Winthrops spent their lives building hopes. They donated billions of dollars to schools and churches and to the homeless and the hungry. But just as important, they selflessly gave of their time and talent. Gary Winthrop carried on the great family tradition. Why this family, with all its achievements and generosity, has been taken from us so cruelly is beyond our knowledge. In one sense, they are not really gone, for their legacy will live on forever. What they have done for us will always make us proud. . . . "
God shouldn't let people like that die those kinds of horrible deaths, Dana thought sadly.
Dana's mother called. "My friends and I watched you cover the funeral, Dana. For a moment there, when you were talking about the Winthrop family, I thought you were going to cry. "
"So did I, Mother. So did I. "
Dana had difficulty getting to sleep that night. When she finally did fall asleep, her dreams were a wild kaleidoscope of fires and automobile accidents and shootings. In the middle of the night, she awakened suddenly and sat up. Five members of the same family killed in less than a year? What are the odds?
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