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The girl stared at her, unblinking.
Julia bent down and picked up the nightgown. The worn cotton felt soft to the touch.
The girl’s eyes widened. She made a sound, a low, growling noise that came from deep in the back of her throat. In a movement almost too fast and silent to be believed, she got out of her chair, ran around the table and yanked the nightdress out of Julia’s grasp. Clutching it to her breast, she returned to her hiding place behind the potted plants and crouched down.
“Well, well, well,” Julia said. “I see someone likes pretty things.”
The girl started to hum. Her fingers found a tiny pink satin bow and began stroking it.
“You’ll need to get clean if you want to wear the pretty dress.”
Julia went into the bathroom and turned on the bathwater, then sat on the edge of the tub. “When I was your age I loved taking baths. My mom used to add lavender oil to the water. It smelled so good. Oh, look, here’s a little bottle of it left in the cabinet. I’ll add some for you.”
When she turned around again, the girl was there, standing just inside the open door, looking in.
Julia held out a hand. “No hurt,” she said gently, turning off the water. “No, hurt.” Then: “Come.”
No response.
“It feels so good to be clean.” Julia skimmed her other hand through the water. “Nice. Come on.”
The girl’s steps forward were so small as to be almost nonexistent, and yet she was moving. Her gaze ping-ponged between the adhesive-tape-covered faucet and Julia’s hand.
“Have you seen running water before?” Julia let the water stream from her fingers. “Water. Wa-ter.”
The girl was at the bathtub’s edge now. She was staring at the water with a mixture of fear and fascination.
Very slowly, Julia bent down to undress the girl, who offered no opposition at all. It surprised Julia, that easy compliance. What did it mean, if anything? She took the hospital gown away, looped it over the towel rack, then took hold of the girl’s bird-thin wrist and gently urged her toward the tub. “Touch the water. Just try.” She showed her how, hoping the action would be mimicked.
It took a long time, but the girl finally dipped her hand in the water.
The girl’s eyes widened. She made a sound that was half sigh and half growl.
Julia stripped down to her bra and panties, then got into the tub. “You see?” she said, smiling. “This is what I want you to do.” When the girl stepped closer, Julia got out of the tub and sat on the cool porcelain edge. “Your turn. Go ahead.”
Cautiously, the girl climbed over the tub’s porcelain edge and lowered herself into the water. The minute she was in, she made a sound, almost like a purr, and looked up at Julia. Then she slapped at the water and kicked her feet and splashed around, and set about exploring. She licked the tiles and touched the grout and sniffed the faucets. She cupped water in her hands and drank it (a habit to be broken, of course, but later).
Finally, Julia reached for the bar of lavender-scented soap in the dish. This, she handed to the girl, who smelled it, then tried to eat it.
Julia couldn’t help laughing. “No. Icky.” She made a face. “Icky.”
The child frowned, tried to grab it.
Julia rubbed her hands together to make a soapy foam. “Okay. I’m going to bathe you now. Clean. Soap.” Very slowly she reached out, took the girl’s hand in hers and began washing.
The girl watched her with the intensity of a magician’s apprentice trying to learn a new trick. Slowly, as Julia kept washing her hands the girl began to relax. She was pliable when Julia gently turned her around in the tub and began washing her hair. As Julia massaged her scalp, the child began to hum.
It took Julia a moment to realize that there was a tune within the notes.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Julia straightened. Of all the unexpected twists today, this one was the most important. “Somebody sang that to you, little one. Who was it?”
The girl kept humming, her eyes closed.
Julia rinsed the long black hair, noticing how thick and curly it was. Tendrils coiled around her fingers like vines. She saw, too, the network of scars that crisscrossed the tiny back; there was one near her shoulder that was especially ugly.
Where have you been?
