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Oh, keep your hair on. Yes, yes, the goddamned Jerries. Who could forget them He launched into a longwinded description of what life on the island was like under threat of German air raids: the blaring sirens; the panicked scrambles for shelter; the volunteer airraid warden who ran from house to house at night making sure shades had been drawn and streetlights were put out to rob enemy pilots of easy targets. They prepared as best they could but never really thought theyd get hit, given all the ports and factories on the mainland, all much more important targets than Cairnholms little gun emplacement. But one night, the bombs began to fall. The noise was dreadful, Oggie said. It was like giants stamping across the island, and it seemed to go on for ages. They gave us a hell of a pounding, though no one in town was killed, thank heaven. Cant say the same for our gunner sthough they gave as good as they gotnor the poor souls at the orphan home. One bomb was all it took. Gave up their lives for Britain, they did. So wherever they was from, God bless em for that.

What are you talking about You knowfrom the picture. He took a theatrical bow as I applauded. Wow, I said, did you write that Guilty! he replied with a sheepish smile. I twiddle about with lines of verse now and then, but its only a hobby. In any case, thank you for indulging me. I wondered what this odd, wellspoken man was doing on Cairnholm, with his pleated slacks and halfbaked poems, looking more like a bank manager than someone who lived on a windswept island with one phone and no paved roads. Now, Id be happy to show you the rest of my collection, he said, escorting me toward the door, but Im afraid its shuttingup time. If youd like to come back tomorrow, however Actually, I was hoping you might know something, I said, stopping him before he could shoo me out. Its about the house I mentioned this morning. I went to see it. Well! he exclaimed. I thought Id scared you off it. Hows our haunted mansion faring these days Still standing I assured him that it was, then got right to the point. The people that lived theredo you have any idea what happened to them Theyre dead, he replied. Happened a long time ago. I was surprisedthough I probably shouldnt have been. Miss Peregrine was old. Old people die. But that didnt mean my search was over. Im looking for anyone else who might have lived there, too, not just the headmistress. Lot of rot. Like I said, no one knew. All I can say is they werent your regular sort of orphan not like them Barnardo Home they got in other places, who youll see come into town for parades and things and always have time for a chat. This lot was different. Some of em couldnt even speak the Kings English. Or any English, for that matter. Because they werent really orphans, I said. They were refugees from other countries. Poland, Austria, Czechoslovakia Is that what they were, now Oggie said, cocking an eyebrow at me. Funny, I hadnt heard that. He seemed offended, like Id insulted him by pretending to know more about his island than he did. His chairrocking got faster, more aggressive. If this was the kind of reception my grandpa and the other got on Cairnholm, I thought, no wonder they kept to themselves.

Martin cleared his throat. So, Uncle, the bombing Do you remember when it happened I asked. Early in the war or late I can tell you the exact day, he said. It was the third of September, 1940. The air seemed to go out of the room. I flashed to my grandfathers ashen face, his lips just barely moving, uttering those very words. September third, 1940. Are youyou sure about that That it was that day I never got to fight, he said. Too young by a year. That one night was my whole war. So, yes, Im sure. I felt numb, disconnected. It was too strange. Was someone playing a joke on me, I wondereda weird, unfunny joke And there werent any survivors at all Martin asked. The old man thought for a moment, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling. Now that you mention it, he said, I reckon there were. Just one. A young man, not much older than this here. His rocking stopped as he remembered it. Walked into town the morning after with not a scratch upon him. Hardly seemed perturbed at all, considering hed just seen all his mates go to their reward. It was the queerest thing. He was probably in shock, Martin said. I shouldnt wonder, replied Oggie. He spoke only once, to ask my father when the next boat was leaving for the mainland. Said he wanted to take up arms directly and kill the damned monsters who murdered his people. Oggies story was nearly as farfetched as the ones Grandpa Portman used to tell, and yet I had no reason to doubt him. I knew him, I said. He was my grandfather. They looked at me, astonished. Well, Billy said. Ill be blessed. I excused myself and stood up. Martin, remarking that I seemed out of sorts, offered to walk me back to the pub, but I declined. I needed to be alone with my thoughts. Come and see me soon, then, he said, and I promised I would. I took the long way back, past the swaying lights of the harbor, the air heavy with brine and with chimney smoke from a hundred hearth fires. I walked to the end of a dock and watched the moon rise over the water, imagining my grandfather standing there on that awful morning after, numb with shock, waiting for a boat that would take him away from all the death hed endured, to war, and more death. There was no escaping the monsters, not even on this island, no bigger on a map than a grain of sand, protected by mountains of fog and sharp rocks and seething tides. Not anywhere. That was the awful truth my grandfather had tried to protect me from. In the distance, I heard the generators sputter and spin down, and all the lights along the harbor and in house windows behind me surged for a moment before going dark. I imagined how such a thing might look from an airplanes heightthe whole island suddenly winking out, as if it had never been there at all. A supernova in miniature. I walked back by moonlight, feeling small. I found my dad in the pub at the same table where hed been, a halfeaten plate of beef and gravy congealing into grease before him. Look whos back, he said as I sat down. I saved your dinner for you. Im not hungry, I said, and told him what Id learned about Grandpa Portman. He seemed more angry than surprised. I cant believe he never brought this up, he said. Not one time. I could understand his anger: it was one thing for a grandparent to withhold something like that from a grandchild, quite another for a father to keep it from his sonand for so long. I tried to steer the conversation in a more positive direction. Its amazing, isnt it Everything he went through. My father nodded. I dont think well ever know the full extent of it. Grandpa Portman really knew how to keep a secret, didnt he Are you kidding The man was an emotional Fort Knox. I wonder if it doesnt explain something, though. Why he acted so distant when you were little. Dad gave me a sharp look, and I knew I needed to make my point quickly or risk overstepping. Hed already lost his family twice before. Once in Poland and then again herehis adopted family. So when you and Aunt Susie came along Once bombed, twice shy Im serious. Dont you think this could mean that maybe he wasnt cheating on Grandma, after all I dont know, Jake. I guess I dont believe things are ever that simple. He let out a sigh, breath fogging the inside of his beer glass. I think I know what all this really explains, though. Why you and Grandpa were so close.



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