donât,â Regina says, holding the girl back.
Her father just keeps walking.
âPapa wants to drink,â Jorge says, watching him entranced.
Luz pulls out of Reginaâs arms and slaps her brother across the face. âDonât say that,â she scolds.
The boy doesnât cry. He just keeps staring after his father.
âCome stay with me tonight, Luz,â Regina offers.
âI canât. I have to watch Jorge.â
âBring the boy. It will be delightful to have you both.â
Luz looks at her. âMy father will be angry.â
âYes,â Regina says, looking after the man. He turns a corner and disappears. âI imagine he will.â
âBut weâll come,â the girl says, suddenly defiant. âWhat do you think, Jorge? Should we go spend the night with Mrs. Day?â
The boy nods.
Regina beams.
How pretty Luz is. Pretty like Rocky.
Strong like Rocky, too.
âWe donât have to stay here,â Rocky had told her, one night in the dark. Papa was in the other room, blaring his radio, smashing bottles against the wall. âWe can get out of here anytime we want,â Rocky said.
âBut how?â Regina couldnât imagine leaving.
âWe can run away , Regina. Youâve seen it in the movies. We can climb out our window at night and run away.â
âBut where would we go?â
Rocky was looking at her swollen lip in the mirror. It was all purple and black, like a fat nightcrawler. âHeâd never find us,â she said, her eyes in the mirror. âWeâd go to the city. No one would ever find us there.â
Luz packs a small bag for herself and Jorge. Regina watches her, jubilant. They climb into Kyleâs Trans Am, Jorge sitting on Reginaâs lap in the passenger seat.
âIs he too heavy for you?â Luz asks.
âOh, no, not at all. Heâs just right.â
Luz smiles as she starts the engine. âIâve never seen him take to anyone the way heâs taken to you. Usually he is afraid. Shy.â
Regina lets the child kiss her powdered cheek.
Luz backs the car out of the driveway. A heavy blue darkness settles over Dogtown. The wind howls.
This is the bad part of town . Thatâs what Regina had always heard all of her life. Mormor said the dirty Eye-talians threw garbage in the street down here. Uncle Axel said whores did their business in the old factory tenements. Robert said pinko commie hippies burned the flag in public.
And this is where Walter came â
âWalter.â
She sees him. There, ahead of them in the street.
A boy on a bicycle, pedaling as fast as his little legs can take him. Walter. Little Walter. And heâs crying.
She turns. But heâs not so little anymore. Heâs a man now, looking so much like Robert, standing there in Howard Greerâs driveway, opening the passengerâs door on his car to let a boy with orange hair slide inside.
Regina leans down to whisper into Jorgeâs ear. âDo you see that young man there? The one in the driveway of that house?â
Jorge follows the direction of her finger but says nothing.
âThatâs my son,â Regina tells him.
âReally, Mrs. Day?â Luz asks, overhearing. âIs that really your son?â
âYes. Thatâs Walter.â
âWhat is your son doing in Brownâs Mill? I thought he had moved to the city.â
âHeâs come back.â
Luz makes a little laugh. âAnd he lives here in this neighborhood?â
âThereâs nothing shameful about Dogtown, Luz,â Regina insists. âI used to think there was, but I was wrong.â
They pass onto Main Street, leaving the swamps behind.
âBut I was wrong,â Regina repeats.
7
ALL AMERICAN BOY
Itâs the summer of tall ships, fifes and drums, and flags flapping from every houseâand Wally Day has just been named this yearâs All American Boy.
âCan you turn