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forgotten her. We could make a ton of money.”
    I didn’t know what to say.
The anniversary of her death.
We had been through the anniversary of my dad’s and Ben’s deaths a few weeks ago and it was horrible. All day long, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had been happening at that time the year before. When they got in the car. When I found out what had happened.
    Leo reached into the pocket of his peasant pants and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here’s a map I’ve made of possible tour sites,” he said, spreading it out. “The trick is that we can’t drive, so everything has to be in walking distance.”
    I remembered that Leo didn’t actually
know
Lisette. She had been gone for a long time.
    And this way at least she would be remembered.
    It would be horrible if people just forgot you.
    â€œWe’re going to wear either our work costumes,” he said, “or all black. I can’t decide. I had the idea for the tour a couple of days ago so I still haven’t worked everything out.”
    â€œGary won’t be happy if he finds out we’re wearing our costumes outside of the festival,” I said after a second. Was Igoing to go along with this? I kept talking, like my mouth had decided to go ahead without me.
    â€œYou make a good point,” Leo said. “Okay. We’ll wear all black.” He tapped the paper with his finger. “As far as the sites go, we have the theater, of course, where she performed. We also have the hospital where she was born, and the hotel where she died, and the cemetery where she’s buried. It’s too bad that they tore down the house where she grew up.”
    â€œWait,” I said. “The hospital is new.”
    â€œI’m talking about the old hospital. It’s still around.”
    â€œThat’s cool,” I said, picturing something old and overgrown with vines. “Where is it?”
    â€œTwo streets away,” he said. “The Everett Building.”
    â€œThe insurance office?”
    â€œYup.”
    â€œThat’s all you’ve got?” I said. “Four sites?”
    Leo wasn’t paying attention. “What would be great is if we could go through the tunnels.”
    â€œWhat tunnels?”
    â€œThere are tunnels that run under the administration building and go to the theater,” he said, dropping his voice as if he were telling me a secret. I glanced over my shoulder but the only people around were the ones in the portraits. “They built them years ago so the actors could get from the dressing rooms in the basement of the administration building out to the theater without being seen by the people in the courtyards. And there’s someold maintenance tunnels, too, that they don’t even use anymore.”
    â€œWhy would we want to go into the tunnels?” I asked.
    â€œBecause Lisette would have gone through them all the time,” Leo said. “All the actors use them. They have for decades.But when they tear down the theater, they’re getting rid of those tunnels too. This is our last chance to see them.”
    â€œPeople aren’t going to let kids into the tunnels.”
    â€œMaybe we can find a way,” Leo said. “For now, we have the other four places. And they’re all within walking distance of each other and of our houses. It’s perfect. I’ve done a lot of research about Lisette so I can fill you in. And I’ve come up with some advertising.” He leaned closer. “That’s another reason I want to do the programs. I can put these flyers inside without Gary or anyone noticing.” He handed me a piece of shiny paper printed with a picture of Lisette Chamberlain. The lettering on the flyer read:
    LISETTE CHAMBERLAIN TOUR. FOLLOW IN HER FOOTSTEPS & LEARN ABOUT HER LIFE. FOR MORE INFORMATION
CALL 555-1234 between 9 a.m. and 12 p.m.
$5 per person, cash only.
    â€œThis is crazy,” I