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That Zee was neither perfect nor a princess was evident elsewhere in the room. There were whole segments of wall where she had taken her Crayolas and colored in the ballerinashead to toe to tutu. Shed had the measles at the time and therefore couldnt be punished for her crime. Maureen, who didnt believe in inoculation, had insisted that Zee stay in a dimly lit room for days with nothing to do. To entertain herself Zee moved systematically around the perimeter of her little world, decorating only as high as she could reach and choosing the colors she most preferredElectric Lime and Fuzzy Wuzzy. The colorful ballerinas were creative enough but fatally flawed, Maureen always said, though when Zee asked what she meant, her mother could never articulate a response. Instead Maureen had waisthigh wainscoting put up around the room covering the flawed dancers. She painted it white and had rosebuds stenciled along the chair rail to match the bed. Just a trace of Zees artwork remained now, the occasional wild scribble looping upward past the wainscoting, then disappearing back down again. There were other signs as well, through the years that followed, that Zee was not the princess type. Scuba gear dangled off the ballet bar, from a job shed gotten untangling mooring and lobster lines from the propellers of the tourists boats that so often became caught in them.

FINCH HAD TWO MORE freezing episodes the follog morning. It was Jessina, and not the neurologist, who finally taught them Up and Over. Jessina and her son, Danny, lived in the Point, an area of Salem just off Lafayette Street that had a large Dominican population. Shed been a nurse back in the Dominican Republic and was taking night classes at Salem State, trying to complete her RN certification. Days she worked parttime in a nursing home and parttime as a private home health aide, initially for a woman who had died from complications of Parkinsons six months before and now for Finch. Jessina was addicted to the Lifetime Channel and to Swedish Fish candies, both facts that for some reason Finch seemed to find hilariously funny. For such a tiny woman, she had a huge presence. Zee marveled at the way she took over a house simply by entering it, speaking to Finch in a poetic stream of consciousness that included her native Spanish, Dorchester English, and an affectionate baby talk that she had developed to soothe her patients. If Finch had minded the way the neurologist talked down to him, he didnt seem to mind the baby talk from Jessina. It was clear that he genuinely liked her. They had developed a routine in the last few months.		 Those jobs paid forty dollars a pop, better than she could make waitressing, for a task that usually took less than twenty minutes. If she wore her bikini, she often got paid even more, but usually the men hung around and tried to help, which just made things take longer. Regarding the room now, Zee thought that it did seem she was sleeping in a strange place, or rather the place of a stranger. The room had so little connection to her now that she found herself imagining what the who lived here might have been like. What did she want? What were her dreams? In some faraway part of herself, Zee seemed to know. But she couldnt get to the answer. ZEE HAD FINISHED TWOTHIRDS OF the bottle of e before she crawled into bed. She was so tired that she didnt even bother to change her clothes, just removed her jeans and slept in the Tshirt shed been wearing. She had a lot on her mind: Finch, Lilly, Michael. She wasnt angry at Michael anymore; she was simply exhausted, both emotionally and physically. She fell asleep in less than five minutes. SHE AWAKENED FROM A DEEP sleep to feel another presence in the room. She was not alone. She sat up quickly, her heart pounding. He was standing over her now, and the scent of him was familiar. And then a voice, one she recognized, barely above a whisper. Please help me, Finch said. As her eyes focused, Zee recognized her father. He stood still as marble, frozen in place, unable to break free.

Breakfast cereal handfed, then a shower, then televisionsomething that Finch had seldom, if ever, enjoyed. If you step up and over, you can break the freeze. Jessina demonstrated the exaggerated step the next time Finch froze in place. He looked at her strangely. Come on, you know this! she encouraged. She turned to Zee. Its a different part of the brain that is used to climb. She helped Finch to lift his leg in an exaggerated fashion, Zee reached out to steady him. And it worked. The step freed him, and Finch continued his shuffle toward the bathroom. Thank you, Zee said to Jessina. She shrugged. I taught him that trick a while back. He just forgot. Can you pick up some Depends while youre out? Jessina asked her. Zee was shocked. He wears Depends? If you want to get the store brand without the elastic, it will save you money. I can just put them on inside his underpants. Finch grimaced. He didnt mind the baby talk, but he clearly didnt like this discussion. Im sorry, Papi, Jessina said, and squeezed his hand. Zee could hear her singing a song to Finch through the closed bathroom door: Los pollitos dicen pio, pio, pio Cuando tienen hambre, cuando tienen frio. La gallina busca el maiz y el trigo. Les da la comida y les presta abrigo. Bajo sus dos alas acurrucaditos Hasta el otro dia duermen los pollitos. She dered how Jessina would have reacteddid react, perhapswhen she heard Finch as Hawthorne. The thought of the Hawthorne monologues being answered in this lilting baby talk seemed surreal. Perhaps Jessina hadnt even noticed the difference in Finchs speech pattern. Perhaps she thought hed simply been more talkative than usual.
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