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“Gloria Cowan,” the girl said, shaking Mabel’s hand.
The pink-cheeked boy only nodded. “Aron Minsky.”
Arthur offered Mabel a ratty chair. It was one of only two. Gloria sat in the other while Aron and Luis occupied the steamer trunk. “It’s not much. But as you can see, I’m not living in the Waldorf.”
“I’ve never even seen the Waldorf,” Mabel said, smiling back at Arthur.
“I’ll bet your grandmother has,” Gloria said coolly. “After all, she’s old New York money.”
“So, you’re the infamous Secret Six? The ‘anarchist agitators’ the police are looking for,” Mabel said, changing the subject quickly. She didn’t want to talk about that side of her family. “But there are only four of you.”
“There was trouble at a rally in October. One of us was deported, the other arrested,” Luis explained.
“We were lucky they didn’t catch all of us,” Gloria said.
Mabel had a vague memory of her parents telling her about some explosions at a Sacco and Vanzetti rally that had been blamed on anarchists. They seemed to think Arthur had been involved, which didn’t make them happy.
“The newspapers sure don’t like you,” Mabel said.
“Ach! The newspapers are the tool of the capitalist oppressors,” Aron said, stabbing the air with his fist. “You cannot find real news there. Take this business with Jake Marlowe, for instance.”
“What business?” Mabel asked.
“The strike at his mine out in New Jersey,” Luis said.
Arthur perched on the edge of the bathtub close to Mabel. “Three days ago, Jake Marlowe’s miners went on strike to protest conditions at his uranium mine,” he explained. “They’ve been putting in very long hours. And many of them are sick from the work. When they complained and talked union, management fired them, turned them out of company housing, and hired scabs. Now the miners and their families are living in a tent city in a field across from the mine. They’re cold and hungry and scared.”
“The press only wants to talk about Marlowe’s Future of America Exhibition going up in April. To them, it’s the biggest thrill to hit New York in ages. It’s going to make a lot of money, too. Why write about poor, striking workers when you can write about the capitalist circus coming to town?” Luis added.
“Because these industrialists own the newspapers! You think a man like Hearst cares about workers? He wants to keep the unions far from his own business,” Aron sniped.
“I could get my father to write about it,” Mabel offered.
“No offense, Mabel,” Arthur said, “but anybody reading The Proletariat already sympathizes with the workers. We need to get Mom and Pop in their comfortable living rooms to care about these people, to see them as fellow human beings, not rabble-rousers the way they’ve been painted by powerful people with money to lose.”
“What’s this?” Gloria asked. She’d pulled the drawing from Mabel’s bag and was examining it closely. “It’s terrifying.”
“It was given to me by a woman on Carmine Street. She wrote to me that some men had taken her sister away from the garment factory where she worked. This was months ago, and she’s still missing. The girl had some clairvoyant abilities. A Diviner, I guess you’d call her.”
Aron scoffed. “If anything embodies the dangers of capitalism, it’s those so-called Diviners, claiming to have powers that elevate them above the rest of us. And now they’re making money from it and spending their nights in hotel parties being photographed by reporters on the payroll—like that Sweetheart Seer.”
Mabel knew she should stick up for Evie, but she had just met these people. Besides, she was irritated with Evie. “They’re not all like that,” she said with a shrug.
“If this woman was a Diviner, why couldn’t she see the men coming to take her away?” Luis asked.
Gloria was looking at Mabel as if she were on the witness stand and failing. “Why did this woman come to you for help?”
“She said her sister had seen in a vision that I should help her.”
Gloria stared for a minute. And then she laughed. “You fell for that line? Oh, Arthur. Honestly. You found us a real Girl Scout.”
Mabel’s face went hot again. She wished she could unsay everything.
Arthur’s eyes flashed. “Gloria. Try not to be a barracuda, will you?”
“Probably she wanted money. She tells you that there’s something threatening you, and then she offers to take away the curse if you pay her. It’s an old trick,” Luis said sympathetically.
“She seemed genuinely frightened,” Mabel insisted. But now she wondered if she had been naive. What did she know about Maria Provenza? Nothing, really. And she had asked for money, hadn’t she? Maybe Maria Provenza could tell that Mabel was an easy mark, a girl desperate to be seen.
