Hard News

knot. Her white Joy of Movement T-shirt had ridden up to her neck and her hair was in her face. Rune was a restless sleeper. She untangled her feet and pulled the shirt down. She brushed a crescent of pizza crust out of the bed and sat upright.
    Well, part of it was the silence—a special kind of silence, the sort that comes from the
absence
of a human being.
    Rune realized that Claire was gone.
    The young woman always had her Walkman plugged in by nine A.M. Even upstairs, in the houseboat’s bedroom, Rune usually could hear the raspy chunk of decibels murdering Claire’s eardrums.
    But today, nothing.
    Rune went into the white-enameled head, thinking: Maybe she got up early to go shopping. But no, none of her stores—clothing and cosmetics—opened before ten or eleven.
    Which meant that maybe she’d left for Boston!
    Which is exactly what happened. Rune, downstairs, stood in the middle of the living room and read the note Claire had left. As she scanned the words she grinned like a kid on Christmas Eve.
    Excellent! she thought. Thank you, thank you, thank you….
    The note was all about how Claire appreciated (spelled wrong) everything Rune had done for her in the past couple of weeks (six and a half) even though she was a moody bitch a lot but that was good because if she could live with her she could live with anybody (Rune, trying to figure who the
shes
were and not liking the conclusion).
    Claire explained that she was going home to her mother’s in Boston, like she’d said, and how she was going to think about going back to school. She spent a long paragraph, the last one, talking about how happy she was that Rune and Courtney were such good friends and how they’d gotten along so well because—
    The smile vanished.
    —she knew Rune would take good care of the girl.
    Oh, shit …
    Rune ran into the small storeroom in the bow of the boat, the room that Claire and Courtney had shared.
    Goddamm it!
    The little girl was lying, asleep, on top of Claire’s futon, clutching a mutant stuffed animal that might, at one time, have been a rabbit.
    Son of a bitch. Claire, how could you?
    Rune did a fast survey. The room was pretty much cleared out. Claire had taken her clothes and jewelry and whatever other objects had filled the dust-free squares and circles and trapezoids on the top of the dresser.
    Everything, gone—except for Courtney’s toys and clothes and a poster of the Jackson 5 that Claire had kept, waiting for it to become chic enough to put up again.
    Son of a—
    Rune ran outside to find the letter again.
    —bitch!
    The letter said only that she hoped to be back to pick up Courtney sometime and to give her the home she needed and deserved.
    Sometime?
    Rune was sweating. She actually felt her scalp prickle. Her fingers left stains on the paper.
    No address. No phone number.
    She didn’t even remember Claire’s real last name— the girl kept trying on stage names for the day when she became a professional model.
    Rune went back to the room and searched carefully. The only clue she found was a bra under the bed with initials penned on the side—C.S. But Rune thought it looked a little small for Claire and remembered that one of her boyfriends had been a transvestite.
    Hopeless, Rune sat down in the middle of the room and picked up a toy, a wooden penguin on a stick. His broad plastic feet were on wheels. She ran him back and forth, the webbed feet slapping on the wooden deck.
    I don’t want to be a mother.
    Claire …
    Slap, slap, slap
.
    The jogging penguin woke up Courtney.
    Rune sat down on the futon, kissed the girl’s cheek. “Honey, did you talk to your mommy this morning?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    The little girl rubbed her eyes. Oh, they’re so damn cute when they do that. Come on, kid, get ugly.
    “Did she say where she was going?”
    “Uh-huh. Can I have some juice?”
    “Honey, did your mother say where she was going?”
    “Bawden.”
    “Boston, I know. But where?”
    “Uh-huh. Juice?”
    “Sure. We’ll get some Ocean Spray in a minute. Where in Boston?”
    “Grandma’s house.”
    “Where
is
your grandmother’s house?”
    “Bowden. I want some juice.”
    “Honey, what’s your mother’s name?”
    “Mommy.” The little girl started to squirm.
    “No, I mean her last name?”
    “Mommy. I want some juice!”
    Rune said, “Did she say anything before she left?”
    Courtney stood up in bed, pulled away from Rune. “Zoo.”
    “The zoo?”
    “She said you’d take me to