Definitely Dead

air around her, and Miss Maddy was equally surrounded by the smell of all the cleaning products and the sounds of her cart. She was miserable, too, and above all she wanted to get back to her routine. Maddy Pepper might be a woman of limited intelligence, but she loved her job because she was good at it.
    I learned a lot while I was sitting there. I learned that one of the teachers was a lesbian, though she was married and had three children. I learned that another teacher was pregnant but hadn’t told anyone yet. I learned that most of the women (there were no male teachers at the elementary school) were stressed out by multiple obligations to their families, their jobs, and their churches. Cody’s teacher was very unhappy, because she liked the little boy, though she thought his mother was weird. She did believe Holly was trying hard to be a good mother, and that offset her distaste for Holly’s goth trappings.
    But nothing I learned helped me discover Cody’s whereabouts until I ventured into Maddy Pepper’s head.
    When Kenya came up behind me, I was doubled over, my hand over my mouth, trying to cry silently. I was not capable of getting up to look for Andy or anyone else. I knew where the boy was.
    “He sent me back here to find out what you know,” Kenya whispered. She was massively unhappy about her errand, and though she’d always liked me okay, she didn’t think I could do anything to help the police. She thought Andy was a fool for stalling his career by asking me to sit back there, concealed.
    Then I caught something else, something faint and weak.
    I jumped to my feet and grabbed Kenya by the shoulder. “Look in the garbage can, the one loaded on the cart, right now!” I said, my voice low but (I hoped) urgent enough to light a fire under Kenya. “He’s in the can, he’s still alive!”
    Kenya wasn’t rash enough to leap out from behind the curtain, jump down from the stage, and dash over to the custodian’s cart. She gave me a hard, hard, look. I stepped out from behind the curtain to watch as Kenya made her way down the little stairs at the front of the stage, and went over to where Maddy Pepper was sitting, her fingers tapping against her legs. Miss Maddy wanted a cigarette. Then she realized that Kenya was approaching her, and a dull alarm sounded in her brain. When the custodian saw Kenya actually touch the edge of the large garbage can, she leaped to her feet and yelled, “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to!”
    Everyone in the room turned to the commotion, and everyone’s face wore identical expressions of horror. Andy strode over, his face hard. Kenya was bent over the can, rummaging, tossing a snowstorm of used tissues over her shoulder. She froze for a second when she found what she’d been looking for. She bent over, almost in danger of falling into the can.
    “He’s alive,” she called to Andy. “Call 911!”
     
    “She was mopping when he ran back into the school to get the picture,” Andy said. We were sitting in the cafeteria all by ourselves. “I don’t know if you could hear all that, there was so much noise in the room.”
    I nodded. I’d been able to hear her thoughts as she’d spoken. All these years on her job, and she’d never had a problem with a student that wasn’t easily resolved with a few strong words on her part. Then, today, Cody had come running into the classroom, pollen all over his shoes and pants cuffs, tracking up Maddy’s freshly mopped floor. She’d yelled at him, and he’d been so startled that his feet had slipped on the wet floor. The little boy had gone over backward and hit his head on the floor. The corridor had indoor-outdoor carpeting to reduce the noise, but the classrooms did not, and his head had bounced on the linoleum.
    Maddy had thought she’d killed him, and she’d hastily concealed his body in the nearest receptacle. She’d realized she’d lose her job if the child was dead, and on an impulse she’d tried to hide him. She had no plan and no idea of what would happen. She hadn’t figured out how she’d dispose of his body, and she hadn’t counted on how miserable she’d feel about the whole thing, how guilty.
    To keep my part of it silent, which the police and I both agreed was absolutely the best idea, Andy suggested to Kenya that she’d suddenly realized the only receptacle in the school she hadn’t searched was Maddy Pepper’s trash can. “That’s exactly what I thought,” Kenya said. “I should