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Madam Martinique's Finishing School - Part 3
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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Watching the way Tod moved as she wove between kids running down the
hall (then shifting to a fast walk when they looked up at the head
mistress following behind me) and clots of other kids chatting in low
murmurs, I felt amazed I could have ever thought she was a boy. She did
dress like a boy, and if half of what I had learned about this school
was true, she probably started off as a boy, but everything about the
way she moved and acted said 'girl'.
About halfway down the hall, Tod took a sharp left through an open
doorway. I'm not sure if it was because I wasn't used to running in my
sister's shoes or if it was because the polished wood floor was too
slick, but my feet slid out from under me when I tried making the same
move. If it weren't for Madam Martinique being right behind me to catch
me, I probably would have been hurting pretty bad.
As the head mistress helped me back onto my feet, Tod came back out into
the hall, looking both worried and sheepish. "Oh god, I'm sorry for
going so fast. You okay, Billie?"
I did my best to straighten out the skirt of my sisters dress until it
hung down loosely around my knees again."Yeah, I'll be okay. I'm mostly
more embarrassed than anything else."
Madam Martinique stood between us and gave us each a long, hard look.
Her voice was stern, but there was something that sounded like worry
behind it. "Now do you understand why you shouldn't run in the halls?"
Just as she seemed ready to settle into a long lecture, a muffled
beeping interrupted her. She rooted through her skirt pockets, then
pulled out a small, red box and turned it around a couple of times until
she could find the right button to stop the beeping. As she watched text
scrolling across the gray face on one of the sides of the box, her
expression changed from annoyed, to confused, and then upset.
Tod gently touched the head mistress's elbow. "Ma'm, something bad
happen?"
Madam Martinique dropped the box into her pocket as she looked up at
Tod. "I certainly hope not, but it does appear as if I may be needed
elsewhere." She turned to me and took both of my hands, then bent down
until she was at the same eye level as me. "Billie, would you feel okay
if I left you with Tod?"
"Yeah ... sure." It was hard keeping the disappointment out of my voice.
"Are you certain? It's okay to be honest about how you feel. If you'd
like me to stay, I'll find someone else to take care of this situation."
It felt weird having someone worrying about leaving me alone. "Don't
worry. I know ya got work ya gotta do. I'll be okay."
"Yes, I am a very busy woman, but it doesn't mean I won't be here for
you. If you need me for any reason at all, just ask a staff member, and
they'll page me. Do you understand?"
I seriously doubted she really meant the "any reason at all" part, but I
nodded anyway to let her know I understood what she meant and smiled to
show I appreciated the thought. She smiled back and then turned to Tod.
"Would you mind acting as guide for Billie? I realize you not a senior
student and this is a lot of responsibility, but...."
Whatever the head mistress was going to say next turned into sputtering
as Tod reached up and hugged her around the neck. "Ma'm, you really
worry too much. I ain't a senior, but I been here long enough to find my
way around, and I know who to ask if we need help."
Madam Martinique got over her surprise and hugged the girl back. "You're
as precious as you are precocious, child. I'm so proud of how much
you've grown up since you first came here." The head mistress's pocket
started beeping again. When she stood up, fished out the box, and read
the message, there was just a hint of fear in her eyes. "Oh dear, I
really need to take care of this." She looked back and forth between me
and Tod. "Can I trust the two of you to be on your best behavior?" When
we both nodded, she gave us a quick smile before turning and nearly
breaking her own rule about running in the hall.
"Okay, let's get you some clothes." Tod smiled and waved at me to follow
as she went back through the doors again. After carefully stepping over
the spot where I'd just nearly fell, I slowly walked in behind her.
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A woman who seemed barely taller than either of us peeked at Tod over
the long counter stretching across the room. "Oh my, aren't you looking
handsome today." She gave me a sparkling smile as I walked up to the
counter before looking back at the blushing girl. "And who's your pretty
young friend?"
I knew I should have been mad at being called pretty, but the way she
said it didn't sound like she was being mean or teasing. I wanted to
explain to her I really was a boy, but for some reason I was barely able
to look her in the eye, let alone talk.
Fortunately, Tod spoke up for me while I stared at the scuff marks on
the worn tiles by my feet. "Oh this is Billie. He just got admitted
today."
"Ah, the head mistress told me she would be bringing a new student in
today. Did something happen to her?"
"Yeah, her pager went off and she had to go take care of some
emergency."
"That ... that woman." Her sigh sounded frustrated and sad. "She really
needs to learn to delegate better before she runs herself into the
ground." The mood seemed to leave her as quickly as it came and her
voice turned perky, but business like too. "But enough of that. Billie?"
I looked up when I heard my name. "Yes ma'm?"
"Honey, the head mistress may be okay being called that, since it's part
of her title, but I'd really prefer if you'd call me Mary, or Maribelle
if you're feeling formal." She waited for me to nod before going on.
"So, are you just looking for school uniforms, or will you be needing a
complete wardrobe?"
"Ummm ... I ain't sure. So far as I know, alls I got is this dress."
"I see." Her head dipped down and I didn't see her at all for a minute
until she came through a gap at the far end of the counter. I started
wondering if Mary had been standing up on something when she was on the
other side, since when she got closer, I realized the top of her head
barely reached my chin. Even though it shouldn't have made any
difference, I felt a little less nervous, which was helped by seeing her
friendly smile. "So, do you have a preference for dresses, or would you
rather have slacks and shirts in your wardrobe?"
"Well, of course I don't wanna be wearing dresses."
Mary tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean by, 'of course'?"
"I mean ... you know ... boys don't wear dresses."
"Why don't they wear dresses?"
I stopped and wondered if she really didn't know something so obvious.
"I dunno. It's just something everyone knows."
Mary sighed. "I understand there are usually certain expectations for
the way boys and girls dress, but things are a little bit different at
this school. Now, I realize the situation most students are in when they
first arrive here, so if you'd like to exchange what you're wearing for
something else, I'm sure there's plenty of other students who would love
to be the new owner of such a pretty dress."
My fingers felt cold as I wrapped my arms around my waist. "No, they
can't have it. It's mine! I mean, it's my sister's, but it's mine!"
Mary patted my arm. "It's okay, sweetheart. Nobody is going to try
taking anything away from you. One thing I would suggest is, if you wish
to hold onto that dress, or anything at else, don't put them in the dorm
laundry hamper."
"Why's that?"
"Anything that goes in there gets laundered and brought back here to the
commissary, where it's made available on a first come, first served
basis. Any students who don't wish to have something coming here need
wash them in the school laundry room."
I had almost no idea what went into washing clothes, but I did remember
something my mother had said would happen to me when I'd joined this
school. I could barely feel my fingers as they bunched up into fists.
"You mean, like some sorta sissy maid?"
"There is *nothing* sissy about being a maid."
I took a step back from the suddenly angry woman. "I'm sorry. I. ..."
Mary went on as if I hadn't said anything. "Do you have *any* idea how
hard a maid works, and what it's like coming home to do your own
housework after doing someone else's, and ... and? ..." Mary closed her
eyes and touched her forehead with her fingertips. "And, I'm
overreacting." She dropped her hand with a heavy sigh, opened her eyes
and pulled a smile back on her face. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve
that. It's just, whenever I hear those words. ..."
Tod came up behind me and wrapped an arm across my shoulders. "I really
should have warned him, but I completely forgot."
"Honey, you shouldn't have needed to warn him about anything." Mary
turned to me looking embarrassed. "Can you forgive me?"
I really wasn't used to having an adult apologizing to me and couldn't
think of anything to say, so I just nodded. That seemed enough to bring
a smile back to Mary's face. "Thank you, Billie. So, getting back to the
business at hand, do you have a clothing preference?"
"Well, of course I. ..."
"No, there is no 'of course' about it. There's just you and what you
truly, honestly feel."
I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again and tried to think
through what she was asking me. "I really ain't sure what I feel."
Mary nodded. "Sometimes it can be difficult making sense of our own
feelings. Let's try it in smaller steps. How do you feel about wearing
that dress?"
"I dunno. Okay, I guess."
"That sounds like a start. Is there anything else you feel?"
"Well, I feel less lonely."
Mary's eyebrows popped up. "What about the dress makes you feel less
lonely?"
"Well, this is my sister's dress. The first time I wore it was when I
was missing her when she was at college. When I saw myself in the
mirror, I saw my sister, but a younger version of her from when we used
to play more. It wasn't the same as actually having her there, but just
almost sorta seeing her reflection kinda helped."
"Hmmm." Mary held her chin with one hand and held up her elbow with the
other. "So is it seeing yourself in her clothes that makes you feel like
you're seeing your sister?"
"Well, that's part of it. I also look a lot like her," I tugged at a
strand of hair hanging over my ear, "especially with this wig on."
Tod let go of my shoulder and walked around me until she was facing me
and standing next to Mary. "Oh m'god, I'd never have guessed! That style
really looks cute on ya."
I wrapped the silky strand around my finger, realized what that probably
looked like, and dropped my hand. "Urmm ... thanks."
My room mate grinned. "You're welcome. So how much did it set ya back?"
"Errrmmm ... I dunno."
"Oh, did someone buy it for you?"
"Well, my mother did ... eventually."
"Whatcha mean, 'eventually'?"
I found myself staring at the floor again. "Well, she had to when I got
caught shoplifting it."
Mary's voice went from cheerful to serious. "Have you stolen anything
before?"
My throat felt too tight to speak, so I just nodded.
Mary lifted my chin until I was looking her in the eye. "Why did you
steal the wig?"
"My friends dared me."
She tilted her head again. "So you just grabbed the first wig you saw
and ran out of the store with it?"
"Well, not exactly. Mick and Donnie had dared me to try walking out of
this one place wearing one of the wigs they had in the window. While
they was keeping the store owner busy talkin' to her, I was supposed to
put something on and walk out the door. I almost chickened out, but then
I saw this one wig from the back. It reminded me of the way my sisters
hair used to look when she'd give me rides on the back of her bike. When
I put it on and saw myself in the mirror, it almost felt like I was
lookin' back in time."
"Gah!" I turned to Tod, who was slowly shaking her head. "I can't
believe you got in trouble for just trying something on."
"Actually, I probably wouldn't have if I'd remembered to take the wig
off when I ran. When I saw the store owner in the mirror, I figured I
was busted and took off. If I hadn't nearly knocked over the guard from
the jewelry shop next door, I probably woulda got away too."
Mary touched my elbow. "So, are you saying you hadn't intended to take
the wig, but were accused of stealing it anyway?"
I was really tempted to say yes, but somehow I couldn't get out the
half-truth when I looked in her eyes. "At first, I was planning on just
skipping the whole thing and put up with whatever names my friends
decided to call me, but when I put this on, I felt like I just had to
have it. I knew there was no way I'd be able to convince my mother to
buy it for me, and I'd been trying to think of how I'd be able to get
outta the store with it."
"I see." I couldn't make sense of the expression on Mary's face. Instead
of being mad or disgusted, she just looked sad. After what felt like
nearly forever, a smile peeked through the sadness as she reached over
and took one of my hands. "Billie, if you ever feel like you need
anything ... anything at all, all you need to do is ask me or one of the
other staff members."
"Anything?"
Tod giggled as she took my other hand. "Well, they ain't exactly rich
here, so they might not be able to buy you a new car or something like
that. Just the same, when it comes to stuff ya need ... well, ya might
be surprised at what they'll do to get it for ya."
It felt a little funny, but also kinda nice when she stood next to me,
still holding my hand, as she turned to face Mary. "Y'know, I was just
wonderin', ya think it'd be possible to get his sister's clothes brought
here?"
Mary's grinned at Tod. "That sounds like an excellent idea! I'll have to
talk to the head mistress about it. She could talk a camel into handing
over it's hump when she has a mind to." She was still grinning as she
turned to me. "If that would work for you, it would take care of your
regular clothes, which would mean all we need to worry about now are
your school uniforms. Would you like shirts and slacks or skirts and
blouses?"
"Well, of--" I caught myself just as she raised an eyebrow. "I mean.
..." I felt a little lost trying to wade through choices I never had
before. "I ... I dunno what I mean. I think I'd like to have my sisters
clothes here." It felt scary admitting even that much, but nobody even
blinked when I said it, so I scrambled to find something else to say.
"So far as anything else goes, I really ain't sure."
Tod squeezed my hand and gave me a smile that made me feel warm and
tingly all over. "Don't worry. It's okay to not be sure." She turned to
Mary. "Why don'tcha get him the variety pack like ya did for me when I
started?"
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It was an hour later, after being measured in place I didn't realize
there were names for and trying on way too many clothes, when Tod and I
were walking together down an echoing, deserted hallway. She had school
shirts, blouses, sweaters, vests and jackets draped across both of her
shoulders. My arms were full of pants, skirts, pajamas, nightgowns, and
underwear (which I decided to hide under the pajamas).
As we got close to the door, she ran a few steps in front of me, hit the
bar that unlatched the lock with her hip and shoved the door open, then
held it in place with her leg as she shifted over to let me pass. With
the way the sun was low in the sky, it was just in the right place to
make a halo around her head and turn her ponytail fluttering in the
breeze a deep gold. It was just then I realized Mary had been right: Tod
was handsome.
Tod gave me a lopsided grin. "Would ya come out here already? You'd
think nobody ever held a door open for you before." While she was
probably right, I decided to not say anything as I smiled and walked out
the door. I had no idea where we were going just then ... not that it
mattered. At that moment, I would have followed her anywhere.
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