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A Scream in the Shadows

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180 Seiten
Englisch
Papillote Presserschienen am17.01.2022
Grittier than TV's 'A Death in Paradise', this crime novel is set in the rural Caribbean (St Lucia) where traditional allegiances and a moribund criminal justice system provide a backdrop to the rape and murder of a young girl. When her father is accused of the crime, her brother joins the police to try and clear their father's name. While the suspect languishes in jail on remand, the young detective makes some alarming discoveries. Thwarted by his mother but supported by his girlfriend, a horrible truth finally emerges.

Mac Donald Dixon was born in St Lucia, West Indies, where he still lives. He is best known as a playwright, but is also an accomplished poet, painter and photographer. 'A Scream in the Shadows' is his third novel.mehr
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KlappentextGrittier than TV's 'A Death in Paradise', this crime novel is set in the rural Caribbean (St Lucia) where traditional allegiances and a moribund criminal justice system provide a backdrop to the rape and murder of a young girl. When her father is accused of the crime, her brother joins the police to try and clear their father's name. While the suspect languishes in jail on remand, the young detective makes some alarming discoveries. Thwarted by his mother but supported by his girlfriend, a horrible truth finally emerges.

Mac Donald Dixon was born in St Lucia, West Indies, where he still lives. He is best known as a playwright, but is also an accomplished poet, painter and photographer. 'A Scream in the Shadows' is his third novel.
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Erscheinungsjahr2022
Erscheinungsdatum17.01.2022
Seiten180 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
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Chapter
1

I was ten going on eleven when it happened. I remember brushing my teeth by the standpipe outside our house. It was early; I was cleaning myself for school, trying to remove bedding smells from my body and dreading the cold water that was about to fall on my skin. I hear my mother shout: Andrew, hurry up an´ bathe; don´ forget you got school today. When she call me Andrew, I know things serious; most times is Andy when she want me to take this for her or find that. Yes Mama! I shout back straining my voice; it was not clear if she heard me or not. She did the same thing every morning from Monday to Friday once I reach under the standpipe and open the tap.

That day, out of the clear blue sky a thunder come rolling in from the sea. I look out to the east over the water and catch sight of a patch of black cloud. On the hill where we live, we had a clear view of the horizon in any season. I could hear Mama talking to my little brother Marvin, but her voice break in the strong wind that always come just before the rain. Mama dispatch Laurette, my big sister, she was two years older, to her seamstress, Miss Claire, who lived on the high road (she still lives there) near our school, to lengthen her school skirt.

Laurette was growing fast, Mama say. Big for thirteen and started wearing bra after she rush past twelve. Papa always get mad when fellas by the road whistle at her, especially in her school clothes. He had put two men in court for indecent assault, but I didn´t know what that mean until I ask Mama and she confuse me with her answer: The boys touch Laurette where they not supposed to touch her. I was none the wiser. Laurette´s uniform was riding up above her knee and she tell Mama the boys in her class were always looking under her skirt. She bathed early, long before me and take her tea. When I went out in the yard she was putting on her clothes. I see Papa in the kitchen when I just wake up and he was still there when Mama order me outside to bathe.

Laurette pass close by me while I naked under the standpipe. She throw a little stone in joke; it knock my backside, not hard, but I pretend to bawl. I feel her hand on my shoulder as she peep over and say softly, You getting big boy! I bar myself with both hands and, in the corner of my eye, watch her skip off down the little dirt road and disappear past Miss Philomene´s house under the bush.

Mama send me by the seamstress later to ask if Laurette was still there. I couldn´t see any good reason why I so close to my school that I must go back home just to tell Mama I didn´t see Laurette, but if that is what Mama want, there is nothing I can do about it. I know Laurette sometimes stop and talk with Fafan when they meet in the gap. He was living at his grandmother Miss Philomene just below us. I didn´t see anything in that, but I suspect Mama was suspicious and that´s why she wanted me to report back. In fact, Miss Claire say that Laurette leave a long time ago - if I was drinking coffee it would get so cold I would have to throw it away. I reach to school just as it start, in time for prayers, let´s say a little after nine o´clock.

Looking back over the years, I know I did not see Papa when I went back to the house. The last time I saw him (I am sure of this no matter what Mama say) was after Laurette hit me on my backside with the pebble. He leave home in a hurry, down the gap towards the high road; he was always in a rush. I recall him wearing khaki short pants, but no shirt. To me he had a white plastic bottle in his hand, but I am not sure. I don´t know if it´s my imagination playing tricks. I did not see him return; I would have been at school. But Mama claim he was in the kitchen when I left the house and even now, she sticks to this. She was certain I saw Papa eating a piece of bread and taking his tea while she watch me bathe. From the angle of the bath, it´s not possible to see inside the kitchen. If I had seen him, I would remember saying goodbye to him when I leave for school but Mama does not want to hear that. In her mind, Papa was in the kitchen and never leave the house all morning until he go and help Miss Grainy cut a tree on her land above our house. Nobody can blame him for what happen outside, and I was her witness.

I find out about Laurette at school, a little before lunchtime. I was getting ready for prayers before meals, when a girl come in from the schoolyard screaming loud enough for everybody to hear: They kill Laurette under the bush!

The entire school down pencils and stop work. Teachers freeze at their blackboards with chalk in hand. The principal thought fast, rang the bell to bring us to order for grace although it was not quite on the hour. My eyes sweep across to where Laurette always sit in her class. She was absent. I wanted to shout out her name, but a foolish pride help me hush my mouth shut. That´s not true, that´s not true, I say to myself. I see Laurette just before I come to school; somebody playing a joke on us.

At twelve on the dot, lunchtime, school close. The undertaker had already come and park his hearse by the road. None of us remain in the schoolyard after that. They cover Laurette under a technicolour bed sheet; it was Mama´s. I could see her shape through the cloth but not her face. Mama was leaning on Miss Philomene, who was holding her up. They were walking close behind the body. Mama had Marvin on her shoulder; he was too small for school.

Papa was leaning on the bonnet of the hearse talking to the driver; his eyes were dry. I could not hear the conversation, but I remember feeling cold when he see me. There was a large crowd, people I never see before looking on and saying their piece all at the same time. I didn´t want to believe that it was my big sister under that sheet but when I get close I didn´t dare lift it to find out. Children come up and speak to me. Don´t ask me what they say. A girl offer me a piece of her bread, but I was not hungry. I didn´t spend much time by the road but I remember going back to the schoolyard after I see my father and sit down under a tall guava tree that the children did not give a chance to bear ripe guavas and cry my head off, although I was not sure for what.

After school, I race home. When I finally get a chance to ask Mama what happen, she did not answer me straight. My mind strike a blank wall and everything inside it walked out of my head. When my father come home late that afternoon lamps were lit already. Mama said earlier, when I asked for him, that he take some fresh clothes and go with the hearse to Castries. It was so confusing; I cannot remember if I peed at all for the day.

Another thing I will never forget is that afternoon sitting by the table in the kitchen. Papa was not there; Mama just finish washing some glasses; people were coming to the house later. She was about to send me to Mr Paulinos for him to fill a white plastic gallon bottle with strong rum for her. His shop was lower down the high road on the same side as our gap. Mama was searching up and down for the bottle she always keep under the kitchen table. I tell her I saw Papa go down the road with a white plastic bottle that morning, but I also remember some days before he did mix Gramoxone in it to spray tomatoes. Mama always warning me that Gramoxone is a poison and I must never put it close to my mouth. I did not think that the white plastic bottle not being where it was supposed to be was strange, but Mama thought so and muttered loud enough for me to hear. I say to myself Papa know he mix poison in the bottle so he take it to throw away and forget to tell her.

From the very next day, with Laurette´s body at the morgue in Castries, Mama start lecturing me on what to say to the police knowing they would come with questions after digesting the autopsy report. Children does put their mother and father in trouble, so listen to me, she insist. Say everything like I tell you to say it, like you say your prayers. Don´ put your own two pence ha´penny in the sauce. Her face knot up; she was ready to put licks on me if I stutter. Mama begin sowing seeds in my mind, wild seeds, making me believe they were facts. She said they going to ask you the same questions until you get tired hearing them. You must repeat the same answer each time, or else, you will trap yourself.

Why the police want to trap me? I had no knowledge of the law; my mind is not fully open up to life as yet. What does Mama mean? What did I do for me to trap myself? I´m not a bird that don´t know glue. How she expect me to set a trap and get catch in it - with what? I was still a child, innocent and stupid when this thing happen. What they tell me to say I say and that made my mother happy.

I cannot change my statement now, even if I want to, and that´s part of my problem with the system. Once you lie, you stick with it forever. If I say I want to correct my statement now that I know better, some smart lawyer will jump all over me and make a jury believe I am a liar. I don´t know if what I said then help Papa and his case; it certainly does not look so to me. Things that did not have colour once - frying fish in oil without flour - start getting brown in their jackets, making me wonder why I couldn´t see them like that before. Things I paid no mind to suddenly take on shapes, worms turn to butterflies, and mongoose make friends with fer-de-lance.

I can see Papa, boldface, trying to show me how he is so holy and innocent that a priest will give...
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Mac Donald Dixon was born in St Lucia, West Indies, where he still lives. He is best known as a playwright, but is also an accomplished poet, painter and photographer. 'A Scream in the Shadows' is his third novel.
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