I TOLD OCTAVIA ABOUT Father’s visit when I saw her the next day.
‘Hmm,’ she said. ‘Forgiveness, eh? A tricky thing, forgiveness.’
I said, ‘I have to forgive him. I have to obey. It’s the Rule.’
She held my hands the way she’d done when I had squashed the clay. ‘Think, Magdalene. You said he doesn’t believe you’re damned for running away? Correct?’
I nodded.
‘If that bit’s a pack of lies, don’t you think the Rule might be all wrong too?’ Her eyes skewered me.
‘I don’t know. I just don’t know any more.’ I wanted to cry.
Her hands were warm against mine and her voice was kind when she said, ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s not something you have to do right now. It’ll become clearer with time and then, if you want to, you can write to him.’
She sat back in her chair, watching me, her hands in her lap. ‘You think he’d be happy with a dishonest answer? Or would he rather wait for you to be certain?’
I thought about her words — and discovered I was again drawing circles with my finger. I glanced at her, frightened, but there was only kindness and compassion in her face. ‘I want to forgive him. I don’t want to hate him like Miriam does. He’s a good person.’
‘He’s got guts too,’ she said. ‘It would have taken so much courage to come and admit he’s been played for a fool.’ She had a half-smile on her face. ‘It’ll be from him that you get your strength, my dear.’
My mouth fell open. ‘I’m not strong — I’m weak and useless.’
She let a beat of silence fall, then said, ‘Is that how you feel? Weak and useless?’
I could only nod.
‘Let’s start with the useless part,’ she said. ‘Who do you feel you need to be useful to?’
I shook my head this time. ‘I don’t know any more. Zillah used to need me but she doesn’t now. She likes me being here with her, but she’d be fine if I went away. I can’t go back and help Mother. Nobody needs me here.’
‘Hmm,’ she said, ‘so you think your purpose in life is to be useful to somebody?’
‘Yes. Of course.’
‘Rubbish, dear girl. Utter rubbish.’ She leaned over to tip my head up to make me look at her. ‘Your purpose in life is to live fully, with as much joy as you can pack in. It’s time to find out what makes you happy. It’s time to think about Magdalene and what she wants, what she likes.’
I didn’t have the strength to argue. ‘All right.’
‘Dear girl. You’ll do it, you’ll see. You’ve got guts.’ She held up a hand to stop my protest. ‘Listen, Magdalene — what did your mum do when things got really sticky at home?’
‘She went to bed.’ Octavia already knew that. She shouldn’t make me say it again.
She looked at me, her eyes kind. ‘Yes, she went to bed. The doctor said you should go to bed, but your dad wouldn’t let you. So you kept going. You kept going no matter what they threw at you — and you did it because you knew your little sister needed you.’
I sat there, shaking my head. She didn’t understand.
She reached out to grab my head, holding it still. ‘You saved her sanity, possibly her life. Because of you, she always knew there was one person in the world who truly loved her. That’s a very powerful thing, Magdalene. It saved her from being crushed, from losing herself the way you’ve lost yourself.’
I couldn’t think. I didn’t know.
Octavia stood up. ‘Come, my dear. We’re going on an expedition to start digging for the real Magdalene.’ She came around the table to tug me to my feet. ‘We’re going to a bookshop. I’m going to help you find a book that gives you joy. I’ll drive us the long way around the coast. You’ll love it — especially on a stormy day like today.’
I almost said Praise the Lord but caught myself in time. ‘Thank you.’
She laughed. ‘It’s okay — I know you hate the idea. It’ll be fine, I promise you.’
But she wouldn’t understand how seeing Father had made the Rule throb in my head. Books are evil. Moral pollution. Contamination. Damnation. Yet he’d given us his blessing. I reminded myself he no longer believed we were doomed to the damnation of eternal fire. I breathed in. It would be all right. I followed Octavia down the stairs and out into the windy day.
She drove us beside a wild sea. The sky was angry on the horizon and I didn’t see how there could be joy in the day’s dark threat. The grey sky and the waves shredding themselves to tatters on the black rocks spoke to me of my father’s pain. Forgiveness. The waves beat out the rhythm of the word.
I was glad to leave the sea behind us.
At the bookshop, it seemed the woman there knew who we were and why we’d come. I wondered how much Octavia had told her. There was a pile of books on the counter. ‘I’ve sorted these out for you to start with, Magdalene,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry if nothing appeals — there’s lots more to choose from.’
Octavia picked them up. ‘Thanks, Ruth, you’re a doll. Come on, Magdalene, we’ll sit over there and have us a book feast.’
I sat beside her on a blue sofa. So many books. I felt them crowding in on me, pressing against me. Zillah would love it here. She’d be excited. I held on to the thought as an anchor in this place of worldliness. ‘I’ll choose something for Zillah. I know what she’d like.’
Octavia took my clenched hands in both of hers. ‘And what would Zillah choose for you? Would she know what you’d like?’
I snatched my hands away. ‘How can she when I don’t even know for myself?’
Now she’d punish me. I deserved it for being so rude, so ungrateful.
‘Sweet girl, you know more than you think you do.’ She wasn’t angry — she sounded gentle, but firm too. ‘Tell me, do you like drab colours or bright ones?’
I shut my eyes and breathed a few times. ‘Bright ones. Pretty ones.’
‘Great stuff. Now I’ll tell you something. You like funny things. Yesterday at the zoo — do you remember? The wee girl watching the ducks waddling, then she copied them? And the meerkats — they made you laugh out loud.’
The memory surprised me and I laughed again.
Octavia pulled the big book from the pile. ‘I think this is the one we’ll buy for you today. Have a look and tell me what you think.’ She opened it in the middle. ‘Gorgeous illustrations too.’
It was a book of poems. I didn’t take it. ‘Are they like psalms? We always had to learn horrible psalms.’
She stood up, leaning down to pull me to my feet. ‘I promise you, these are nothing like psalms, and if they don’t make you happy then I’ll eat my paintbrushes. Every single one of them!’
I followed her to the counter. The woman called Ruth put something in with the book before she gave it to me. ‘You’re probably too old for stickers, Magdalene, but I still love them, and these ones are gorgeous.’
‘Thank you. Thank you both.’ These were the first gifts I’d ever had and I wanted to feel the joy of them, but I could only feel greyness, dark and threatening.
Octavia drove us back the same way, this time stopping in a place where we could watch the crashing waves. She let me sit in silence for a bit. The sea still spoke to me of my father’s shattered heart. My mind shied away from the idea of forgiveness.
Octavia’s gentle voice brought me back to the present. ‘Read me one of those poems, Magdalene. Then I’ll read you one.’
I chose the shortest one I could find. It had four lines and was about a snail.
She read me one that went on for several pages. The rhythm of it cheered me. When she’d finished, I said, ‘I liked that. It was silly and it was happy.’
‘My goodness, Magdalene. Can’t you just see those old Elders having a million heart attacks? A girl who dares to have thoughts of her own.’ She laughed as she handed me the book. ‘Good work today, my chick. Let’s go home and eat.’
As we left the ragged waves behind us, I sent Father my own blessing. I thanked him again for loving Zillah and me but I wasn’t any clearer about the question of forgiveness. I felt it slide from my grasp, as unstable as sea foam on rocks.
When I got home and showed Zillah my book, I could see she was trying to be happy for me but she was puzzled. ‘Why do you like it, Magdalene?’ She turned the pages.
‘I like the pictures. I like how they help the words.’ I tried to explain. ‘If the words are sad or funny, the picture is too.’
She stared at the title of one of the poems — ‘17 Kings and 42 Elephants’. The fun of it didn’t touch her heart. We were different, and I saw she would grow away from me even though I knew she would always love me.
Sadness pressed on me again. I set the book down. ‘Are you excited about Daniel coming tomorrow?’
She frowned. ‘I’d rather see Luke or Abraham. Daniel doesn’t feel like my brother.’
Neither of us mentioned Xanthe, and we didn’t speak again about our father.
Long after she was asleep, I stayed awake thinking about everything that had happened. I wondered if Luke knew Father had come to see us. I longed to talk to him. I hoped he’d told Father about the nice Lord, though I knew too it would be hard for our father to believe in a Lord who was kind and loving.
Was Mother still staying in bed?
Who was doing the cooking and the housework?
It was lucky Talitha was in Auckland, married to Abraham, because if she’d still been single and at home she’d have been the one who had to look after my family. I felt glad she’d escaped. I hoped she was learning things in Auckland. I hoped her heart was joyful. I hoped she and Abraham were happy together.
My heart ached. I wanted to see my brothers. I wanted to see them both.
I felt ungrateful. I should have been giving thanks that I could at least talk to Abraham on the phone.
I thought about Neriah. I wished I knew where she was, and I hoped she was happy to be worldly. I felt ashamed of my weakness — she wouldn’t have been able to stay in bed the way I’d done. Her mother needed her help.
My thoughts went round and round — Luke, Father, Abraham, Neriah, Talitha, Carmel, Jemimah. The Rule. The Elders. Octavia. Clay. Books. The zoo and bright sunshine. Grey rocks on a dark day.
Forgiveness.
I got out of bed. Nina and Jim were in the lounge. Nina dropped the newspaper she was folding, and put her arms around me. ‘Hot chocolate, my dear niece?’ she asked.
Her arms were warm. I leaned my head against her shoulder and felt the tension fade away. ‘Yes please.’
She led me to the sofa. I thought she’d go to the kitchen but she sat beside me, holding me close. Jim made my drink. They didn’t talk, they were just there — strong, loving and protecting.