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questions?"
    Tomas raised his hand and waited for Walker to acknowledge him. "About trying out," the boy said, "I'd rather not."
    Walker gazed at him for a long moment. "Tomas, do you have a hearing problem?"
    "No, sir."
    "Do you have attention deficit disorder?"
    "Uh, no."
    "Do you have any excuse at all for not hearing what I just said?" No, sir.
    "Are you fat?"
    Kids snickered.
    "Yes," Tomas said quietly.
    "Obviously, but that's no excuse for not trying out."
    It's no excuse for embarrassing him, either, I thought, though I had hung around enough shows to know there were directors who made an art form of bullying others. Not wanting to offer up myself as the next public victim, I decided to talk to Walker later about my problem with stage fright. I hoped Brian would keep his promise and ease the way for me.
    Maggie ended the meeting, tell ing us to get to know one another and reminding us to stay in the area between the bridge and the school docks. The grills had arrived by truck, and burgers would be ready in about forty minutes.
    I followed a group of kids down the pavilion ramp and into the small park, where there were swings and a gazebo.
    "Hey, Jenny," Brian called, "wait a sec." He caught up and started walking with me. "I haven't had a chance to talk to Walker about your stage fright, but I didn't want you to worry. I'll do it before tomorrow, okay?'
    "Thanks. He comes on strong."
    Brian laughed. "Don't be snowed by him. Walker puts on a great act, but really, he's just a frustrated director who didn't make it in New York. Thanks to my mother—she knew him when she was a grad student at NYU—he can still live out his dream, creating magic moments of theater in the midst of cornfields. If there are empty seats at a show, we fill them with scarecrows."
    "That's too bad," I said.
    Brian cocked his head.
    "I mean, I don't like him very much, but I feel bad for anyone who isn't where he wants to be."
    "Oh, don't worry about Walker. Here he is king of drama, just as he always thought he should be."
    I didn't respond.
    "Maybe I'm being too harsh," Brian added quickly. "Try to understand. I've spent most of my life hanging around theater, and sometimes I get a little cynical about the people who do it."
    I smiled at him. I knew how that was.
    "I wish I could hang out with you, Jenny," he said, returning my smile, "but I'm staff and right now I'm head burger flipper."
    He turned back toward the grills, which had been set up along the walkway between the pavilion and the park. I continued past the gazebo, where some of the campers had gathered, crossed the grass toward the creek, then followed a path along its bank. Plumed grasses six feet tall, like those that grew around the pavilion, gave way to a timber bulwark that lined the creek almost as far as the bridge.
    After Liza died, my mother thought we should come to Wisteria and toss flowers in the water beneath the bridge, but my father said he couldn't bear it.
    So we huddled together in our New York apartment while Sid and a family friend accompanied Liza's body home. Now I had to see for myself the place where she had died.
    I guess one expects the location of a life-changing event to be remarkable in some way, but as I approached the bridge, I saw that it was quite ordinary, supported by round pilings, its undergirding painted a grayish blue, its old concrete stained with iron rust and crumbling at the edges. Stepping into the bridge's shadow I studied the mud and stones by the water's edge, where they had found Liza, then quickly pulled back.
    The guy in the black clothes was there. I leaned forward again, just far enough to see him. He was sitting on the bank beneath the bridge, staring out at the water, his wrists resting on his knees, his hands loose and still.
    He suddenly turned in my direction. His eyes had changed mood, their brilliant blue darkened like the water in the bridge's twilight.
    I waited for him to speak, then finally said, "I saw you inside the