Aunt Del took my hand and patted it affectionately. “Arelia tried to Divine your location, but Georgia was all she could come up with. Unfortunately, Divination is more of an art than a science. Thank the stars I’ve found you.”
“What are you doing here, Aunt Del?”
“Lena’s missing. We were hoping she was with you.” She sighed, realizing she was wrong.
“She’s not, but I think I can find her.”
Aunt Del smoothed her rumpled skirt. “Then I can help you.”
Link scratched his head. He had met Aunt Del, but he’d never seen a demonstration of her gifts as a Palimpsest. It was clear he couldn’t see how a scattered old woman was going to help us. After spending a dark night with her at Genevieve Duchannes’ grave, I knew better.
I struck the heavy iron knocker against the door. Aunt Caroline opened the door, wiping her hands on her G.R.I.T.S. apron. Girls Raised in the South. She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Ethan, whateva are you doin’ here? I didn’t know you were goin’ to be in Savannah.”
I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to come up with a good lie, so I had to settle for a bad one. “I’m in town visiting… a friend.”
“Where’s Lena?”
“She couldn’t make it.” I stepped away from the door so I could distract her with introductions. “You know Link, and this is Liv and Lena’s Aunt Delphine.” I was sure the first thing Aunt Caroline would do after I left was call my dad to say how nice it had been to see me. So much for keeping my whereabouts a secret from Amma and living to see my seventeenth birthday.
“Nice to see you again, ma’am.” I could always count on Link to be a good old boy when I needed him to be. I tried to think of someone in Savannah my aunt wouldn’t know, as if that was possible. Savannah was bigger than Gatlin, but all Southern towns are the same. Everyone knows each other.
Aunt Caroline ushered us all inside. In a matter of seconds, she disappeared and reappeared with sweet tea and a plate of Benne Babies, maple cookies that were even sweeter than the tea. “Today has been the strangest day.”
“What do you mean?” I reached for a cookie.
“This mornin’ when I was at the museum, someone broke into the house, but that’s not even the oddest part. They didn’t take a thing. Ransacked the entire attic and didn’t even touch the rest of the house.”
I glanced at Liv. There were no coincidences. Aunt Del might have been thinking the same thing, too, but it was hard to tell. She was looking a little woozy, like she was having trouble sorting through all the different things that had happened in this room since the house was built in 1820. She was probably flashing through two hundred years all at once while we sat here eating cookies. I remembered what she said about her gift the night in the graveyard with Genevieve. Palimpsestry was a great honor and an even greater burden.
I wondered what Aunt Caroline could possibly have that was worth stealing. “What’s in the attic?”
“Nothing, really. Christmas ornaments, some architectural plans for the house, some of your mother’s old papers.” Liv nudged my foot underneath the table. I was thinking the same thing. Why weren’t they in the archive?
“What sort of papers?”
Aunt Caroline put out some more cookies. Link was eating them faster than she could serve them. “I’m not really sure. A month or so before she died, your mother asked me if she could store a few boxes here. You know your mother with her files.”
“Do you mind if I take a look? I’m working at the library this summer with Aunt Marian, and she may be interested in some of them.” I tried to sound casual.
“Be my guest, but it’s a mess up there.” She picked up the empty plate. “I have a few calls to make, and I still have to finish filin’ the police report. But I’ll be down here if you need me.”
Aunt Caroline was right; the attic was a mess. Clothes and papers were strewn everywhere. Someone must have dumped the contents of every box up there into one gigantic pile. Liv picked up a few stray papers.
“How the—” Link looked at Aunt Del, embarrassed. “I mean, how the heck are we gonna find anything in here? What are we even lookin’ for?” He kicked an empty box across the floor.
“Anything that could’ve been my mom’s. Someone was looking for something up here.” Everyone dove into a different part of the pile.
Aunt Del found a hatbox full of Civil War shell casings and round balls. “There used to be a lovely hat in here.”
I picked up my mom’s old high school yearbook and a field guide to the battlefield at Gettysburg. I noticed how worn the field guide was, compared to her yearbook. That was my mom.
Liv knelt over a stack of papers. “I think I found something. I mean, it seems these belonged to your mother, but they’re nothing, really—old sketches of Ravenwood Manor and some notes on Gatlin’s history.”
Anything that had to do with Ravenwood was something. She handed me the notes and I flipped through the pages. Gatlin Civil War registries, yellowed sketches of
Ravenwood Manor and the older buildings in town—the Historical Society, the old firehouse, even our house, Wate’s Landing. But none of it seemed to amount to anything.