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1 SMILEY

JESSIE WAS ALWAYS FINDING BONES IN THE great bog-oak field where they dug the peat for the winter fires. It was here too that her father found most of the wood he needed for his wood sculptures, his ‘creatures’ as she called them. She was forever going off there alone, mooching around, bottom in the air looking for her bones. She had a whole collection of them, but she never tired of looking for more. Mostly they were just sheep bones – skulls, jawbones, legbones, vertebrae. She had shrews’ skulls too, birds’ skulls, all sorts of skulls. But there was one skull she found that was unlike any other, because it was a human skull. She was quite sure of it.

She never said a word to anyone. She kept it with the rest of her collection in the ruined cottage at the bottom of the bog-oak field. No one but herself ever went near the place. She called him Smiley because he would keep grinning at her. She put Smiley in pride of place in a niche in the cottage wall; and from time to time she’d go and talk to him and tell him her troubles – which were many. Smiley would listen, stare back at her and say nothing, which was what she wanted.

But as time passed, Jessie began to feel more and more uneasy about Smiley. So one day, in confession, she told Father Gerald about her skull, partly because she’d been worrying herself about it, and partly because at the time she could think of no other sins to confess. If she told him she had done nothing wrong, nothing bad enough to confess, he just wouldn’t believe her. She’d tried that before. So she blurted it out about Smiley, told him everything; but she could tell from the tone of his voice that he just thought this was another of Jessie Parsons’ little white lies.

‘Bones should be buried in hallowed ground and left undisturbed, Jessie,’ he said sonorously. ‘Then the souls of the departed can rest in peace.’

So, one dark night with the owl hooting at her from high up in the ruined abbey, she dug a small hole under the abbey walls, said goodbye to Smiley in a whisper, laid him carefully in the wet earth and covered him up. She felt a lot better afterwards; and although she did miss him for a while, she felt pleased with herself that she’d done the right thing.

Some time later Father Gerald had asked after the skull and she’d shown him one of her many sheep’s skulls. He’d laughed. ‘It’s as I thought, Jessie Parsons, that’s never a human being. Do you not know a sheep’s skull when you see one?’ He’d counted the teeth carefully. ‘I’d say that’s a six-year-old ewe, by the teeth in her.’

Jessie went and put flowers on the unmarked grave just once. ‘I hope you’re feeling better now, Smiley,’ she said. ‘I’ll leave you be, so’s you can rest in peace, like Father Gerald says.’ So she did, and as the weeks and months passed, she thought of Smiley less and less.

All this happened a year or more before the rest of it began.