Recensione:
International Reading Association Children's Book Award
A Publishers Weekly "Flying Start Author"
An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
A Parents' Choice Honor Book
*"A superbly crafted first novel...Maggie is a 13-year-old white girl whose friendships within the black community threaten an entire society's way of life...It is a masterful, sobering display."
--Booklist,starred
*"This painfully realistic novel evokes tensions in the South at the brink of the civil rights movement."
--Publishers Weekly, starred
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I was digging down into one of Edmonia's tomato baskets when I heard Zeke's voice. I'd know that voice in the dark. It was deep and trembly like a slide trombone. "Heard about your mama's ad, Maggie," he said. "Still need work?"
I stopped my digging and smiled up at Zeke, hoping my smile said it was sure fine to see him. "Sure do, Zeke," I said. "Work and money are the same things to Pughs, and I don't have either one."
I started rooting in the tomato basket again. Some of the tomatoes were still attached to fuzzy lengths of vine that felt like caterpillars when they brushed my fingers. I picked up a big firm tomato, pushing on it to feel how ripe it was.
"I think I can get you somethin', Maggie," Zeke said.
I stopped pushing on the tomato and looked at him. "Sure 'nough, Zeke?"
"But it's real special, Maggie. It's a job for a real special person."
"What do you mean by that, Zeke?"
"Well," Zeke said, looking around, waiting to finish until Edmonia had gone back into the house and the screen door made a little slap behind her. He began talking again when he saw that only Lewis Jennings, Edmonia's son, was left on the porch. Lewis was climbing on and off the front porch railing; after he tired of climbing, he began jumping off the porch onto the grass below. "It requires someone who can clean real good," Zeke said.
"That's me, for sure, Zeke," I said. "But being able to clean's not anything special."
"It's special to your employer, Maggie. But there's something more to this job than just cleanin'."
"How you mean, Zeke?"
"Well, you might have to deliver stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Oh, letters to the post office. Packages to me. Maybe a few things to Reverend Potter."
"Zeke," I said, "what's so special about that?" I had decided that the big tomato in my hand wasn't ripe enough. I bent back to the baskets. The tomatoes still gave off the sharp green smell of their vines.
"It's special to your employer," he said again. "It's special to me."
"Well, Zeke," I said, "I can't see what's so special about cleaning up somebody's mess and taking a few things to the post office."
Zeke's big hand pulled a tomato from the basket next to mine. His entire palm closed around it. "I want you to listen to, me, now, Maggie," he said, tilting his head in my direction. "The job requires cleanin' and deliverin' a few things. But that's not really what makes it special."
"What does, Zeke? What does make it special then?" I wasn't understanding him.
"What makes it special, Maggie," he said, looking around again before he went on--Lewis had run next door and was throwing sticks at the neighbor's dog--"what makes it special," he said, "is that the job requires you to keep secrets."
"Secrets?" I asked. On the ground lay split tomatoes seeping juice.
Zeke grinned. "These secrets is so secret, I can't even tell you, Maggie. Best I can tell you is that for every question that might come to your mind, the right answer is 'Don't ask.' "
"Well, now, how to goodness can anybody in Kinship expect to keep anything a secret? You know that this is the nosiest place in the world."
"Sure is," Zeke said. "That's why I want you for the job."
"Me?"
Zeke nodded. "One thing I know, Maggie, is that Maggie Pugh knows when to talk and when to keep quiet. Been knowin' that for a long time now."
Inside I felt myself swelling up just a tiny bit. I knew Zeke was right. If there was anyone in Kinship who could keep a secret, it was me. After all, I'd been living with Mama for almost fourteen years.
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