Jacqueline came into the house carrying a plastic container.<\/p>\n
The smell reached the staircase before she did.<\/p>\n
Banana bread.<\/p>\n
Warm, sweet, unmistakable.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrenda?\u201d she called. \u201cWhere are you two?\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n
Zachary looked at me.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
Neither of us knew how to explain what was upstairs.<\/p>\n
Jacqueline had no idea.<\/p>\n
Or she was an extraordinary actress.<\/p>\n
The thought made my stomach turn.<\/p>\n
Theodore entered behind her, closing the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were already halfway home,\u201d he called, \u201cand then Zachary phoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice carried easily through the house.<\/p>\n
I heard the sound of Jacqueline setting the container down.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently somebody found something we forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Zachary.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called them?\u201d<\/p>\n
He winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn’t know what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you meant they had left a suitcase.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA suitcase full of powder?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn’t know about the powder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you call them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause they might know what it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Footsteps sounded on the stairs.<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
Jacqueline appeared first.<\/p>\n
She was smiling.<\/p>\n
The smile disappeared when she saw the room.<\/p>\n
Her gaze moved across the mattress, the open suitcase, the notebook, the map, and the bags scattered over the rug.<\/p>\n
She stopped breathing for a second.<\/p>\n
I watched the change in her face.<\/p>\n
Confusion.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
Then horror.<\/p>\n
The plastic container slipped slightly in her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was barely audible.<\/p>\n
Theodore came up behind her.<\/p>\n
He saw the room.<\/p>\n
His eyebrows rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Jacqueline closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon’t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn’t going to say anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI really wasn’t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were absolutely going to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zachary stepped between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, what’s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jacqueline looked at him.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
Then back at the suitcase.<\/p>\n
Her cheeks had turned pink.<\/p>\n
I had never seen her embarrassed before.<\/p>\n
She sat slowly on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrenda,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I folded my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you open anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, thank goodness.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank goodness?\u201d<\/p>\n
She covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Then, unexpectedly, she laughed.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t a happy laugh.<\/p>\n
It was the kind of laugh that escapes when a person has become so overwhelmed that the only alternative is crying.<\/p>\n
I looked at Theodore.<\/p>\n
He was fighting a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you laughing?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Jacqueline wiped beneath one eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have been hiding bags under our mattress.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are coded labels.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere’s a map.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd a notebook full of measurements.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
I pointed toward the suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo please explain why this is funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t think it is funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou’re laughing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Theodore cleared his throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cEllie, maybe just tell them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jacqueline turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not call me Ellie right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zachary looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
She twisted her wedding ring around her finger.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn’t mean for any of this to happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn’t an explanation,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left this in our house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left it under our bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you came back carrying banana bread.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression became even more embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to bring you a thank-you gift.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the container.<\/p>\n
The absurdity of the situation almost broke through my fear.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
Instead, I asked, \u201cWhat is in those bags?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jacqueline glanced toward the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI intended to take them all yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn’t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI packed the suitcase.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe zipper wouldn’t close.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zachary blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s your explanation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. That’s why some of them were left behind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnder the mattress?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jacqueline nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I would return this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought leaving mystery bags beneath our bed was better than telling us?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked miserable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn’t think you’d find them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not helping.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Theodore stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn’t want me teasing her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jacqueline’s head snapped around.<\/p>\n
\u201cTheodore.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
I looked between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave Jacqueline an apologetic glance.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has a hobby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA hobby?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jacqueline stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
I felt my suspicion return.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of hobby requires coded bags and a state map?\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen simplify it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
For the first time since I had known her, she seemed genuinely vulnerable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut first\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed toward the bags.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you open any?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed again.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Not fear of the police.<\/p>\n
Not fear of being caught.<\/p>\n
Fear of me making a mess.<\/p>\n
That was the first clue that something was wrong with the story I had built in my head.<\/p>\n
Still, I wasn’t ready to trust it.<\/p>\n
I knelt beside the nearest bag.<\/p>\n
The label read E-14.<\/p>\n
Jacqueline made a small sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrenda.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I open one?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zachary crouched beside me.<\/p>\n
His hand settled lightly against my shoulder.<\/p>\n
I took the bag.<\/p>\n
The plastic felt ordinary.<\/p>\n
Nothing about it looked dangerous.<\/p>\n
I pulled the seal apart.<\/p>\n
A warm, earthy smell drifted upward.<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t chemical.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t sharp.<\/p>\n
It smelled like grain.<\/p>\n
Like an old pantry.<\/p>\n
Like something baked in a kitchen with a wood stove.<\/p>\n
I looked at Zachary.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
I brought the open bag closer.<\/p>\n
Jacqueline watched with both hands clasped tightly in her lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize that?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
I didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
I already had a suspicion.<\/p>\n
But I couldn’t make myself say it yet.<\/p>\n
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