Falling Angels Read Free

to draw one on every grave in the cemetery," he continued.
    "Why do you draw them?" I asked. "Why a skull and crossbones?"
    "Reminds you what's underneath, don't it? It's all bones down there, whatever you may put on the grave."
    "Naughty boy," Lavinia said.
    Simon stood up. "I'll draw one for you," he said. "I'll draw one on the back of your angel."
    "Don't you dare," Lavinia said.
    Simon immediately dropped the piece of coal.
    Lavinia looked around as if she were about to leave.
    "I know a poem," Simon said suddenly.
    "What poem? Tennyson?"
    "Dunno whose son. It's like this:
    There was a young man at Nunhead
Who awoke in his coffin of lead;
'It is cosy enough,'
He remarked in a huff,
'But I wasn't aware I was dead.' "
    "Ugh! That's disgusting!" Lavinia cried. Simon and I laughed.
    "Our pa says lots of people've been buried alive," Simon said. "He says he's heard'em, scrabbling inside their coffins as he's tossing dirt on 'em."
    "Really? Mummy's afraid of being buried alive," I said.
    "I can't bear to hear this," Lavinia cried, covering her ears. "I'm going back." She went through the graves toward her parents. I wanted to follow her but Simon began talking again.
    "Our granpa's buried here in the meadow."
    "He never was."
    "He is."
    "Show me his grave."
    Simon pointed at a row of wooden crosses over the path from us. Paupers' graves--Mummy had told me about them, explaining that land had been set aside for people who had no money to pay for a proper plot.
    "Which cross is his?" I asked.
    "He don't have one. Cross don't last. We planted a rosebush there, so we always know where he is. Stole it from one of the gardens down the bottom of the hill."
    I could see a stump of a bush, cut right back for the winter. We live at the bottom of the hill, and we have lots of roses at the front. Perhaps that rosebush was ours.
    "He worked here too," Simon said. "Same as our pa and me. Said it's the nicest cemetery in London. Wouldn't have wanted to be buried in any of t'others. He had stories to tell about t'others. Piles of bones everywhere. Bodies buried with just a sack of soil over 'em. Phew, the smell!" Simon waved his hand in front of his nose. "And men snatching bodies in the night. Here he were at least safe and sound, with the boundary wall being so high, and the spikes on top."
    "I have to go now," I said. I didn't want to look scared like Lavinia, but I didn't like hearing about the smell of bodies.
    Simon shrugged. "I could show you things."
    "Maybe another time." I ran to catch up with our families, who were walking along together. Lavinia took my hand and squeezed it and I was so pleased I kissed her.
    As we walked hand-in-hand up the hill I could see out of the corner of my eye a figure like a ghost jumping from stone to stone, following us and then running ahead. I wished we had not left him.
    I nudged Lavinia. "He's a funny boy, isn't he?" I said, nodding at his shadow as he went behind an obelisk.
    "I like him," Lavinia said, "even if he talks about awful things."
    "Don't you wish we could run off the way he does?"
    Lavinia smiled at me. "Shall we follow him?"
    I hadn't expected her to say that. I glanced at the others--only Lavinia's sister was looking at us. "Let's," I whispered.
    She squeezed my hand as we ran off to find him.

Kitty Coleman
    I don't dare tell anyone or I will be accused of treason, but I was terribly excited to hear the Queen is dead. The dullness I have felt since New Year's vanished, and I had to work very hard to appear appropriately sober. The turning of the century was merely a change in numbers, but now we shall have a true change in leadership, and I can't help but think Edward is more truly representative of us than his mother.
    For now, though, nothing has changed--we were expected to troop up to the cemetery and make a show of mourning, even though none of the Royal Family is buried there, nor is the Queen to be. Death is there, and that is enough, I suppose.
    That blasted cemetery. I have