“What?” says Mark.
“Pekoe,” says Rock, and then I remembered that the Man With the Black Gloves had mentioned this Pekoe on the bridge.
“Who is Pekoe?”
“I don’t know,” says Rock.
“How did he happen to f-fetch you here?”
“He came to the school where I was and said my father had told him to come after me the first chance he got and take me to Henry Wigglesworth in Wicksville, Michigan, but he says that was several years ago, and this was the first time he’d been in my part of the United States since then. He said my father was dead, and that he died down in South America.”
“Oh,” says Mark. “I guess your mother must ’a’ died a long time ago”
“When I was a baby,” says Rock.
“And t-t-that’s all you know about yourself?”
“Every single word.”