Lottery Rose
By Irene Hunt
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Georgie Burgess doesn’t talk about the abuse that he receives from his mother and her boyfriend. Even though he’s constantly getting into trouble at school, he continues to hide his hurt, refusing to tell anyone what life is like at home. Instead, he finds escape between the pages of books depicting beautiful gardens and flowers.
When Georgie wins a small rosebush in a supermarket lottery, he gives it all the love and caring he’s never had. Soon after, his life begins to change when child services remove him from his mother’s care and look for a new, safe home for him. But all the while, Georgie still needs to find a home for his rosebush, and through the people he meets, he slowly learns what it means to be loved and accepted.
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Lottery Rose - Irene Hunt
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He bent over the book on his desk, hunching his shoulder blades together so that the partially healed cuts on his back would not be stretched apart, carefully keeping his shirt away from the raw wounds underneath, where even the slightest friction caused a burning pain.
He was seven and a half years old and although he had been in first grade for almost two years, he had not yet learned to read. The open book on his desk, however, was the one thing in school that he loved. On two occasions he had tried to steal it.
I lost it,
he had answered the school librarian when she questioned him. He had learned to lie without blinking.
No, Georgie, you took it home with you because you like it so much,
Ellen Ames said calmly. Bring it back to the library and I’ll let you check it out as often as you wish. One of our rules is that a book can only be checked out for two weeks, but since this book means so much to you—
She did not finish her sentence. Georgie knew that Miss Ames was one of the few people in school who liked him.
The book was made up of page after page of brightly colored flowers, many of which Georgie recognized because sometimes Miss Ames sat beside him in the library and helped him pronounce the names of the different flowers. There were bushes full of red hibiscus blooms, and golden allamanda which reminded Georgie of little faces peeping from the glossy leaves around them; there was bright ixora—hedge after hedge full of orange clusters seeming not to mind the heat of Florida sunlight in the least; and there were masses of tangled carissa holding up tiny white blooms which looked, Miss Ames told him, a good deal like the snowflakes she had once seen flying down from the sky when she lived in a strange place called up north.
Finally there came the pages Georgie loved most, those glowing with roses, thousands of them, bushels and tons of roses so beautiful that he ached to be among them, maybe to whisper to them if there was no one around to make fun of a boy who loved flowers. As he looked at these pages, Georgie’s fears left him for a few safe minutes; he was able as he stared at the roses to draw a long breath and to feel something quiet and good stealing all through his body. His mother and Steve seemed to get lost in his thoughts, so did all the kids in the classroom. So did Miss Cressman.
Miss Cressman didn’t like Georgie much. She got mad at kids who didn’t know the words she pointed to when she wrote a long list on the blackboard; she got especially mad at Georgie because he played hooky and lied and set fires.
Once he set a fire under Miss Cressman’s new car and there was a big row in the principal’s office with the principal and Miss Cressman and later the police, all yelling at Georgie and trying to make him say yes, that he had done it and getting madder every minute because he wouldn’t say it and they couldn’t prove that he was lying.
After that day, Georgie got so mean that Miss Cressman moved his desk away to the back of the room where he couldn’t bother the other kids, and sometimes the whole day would go by when she wouldn’t say a word to him or even try to make him learn to read. On those days he could look at his book hour after hour and love the pictures of flowers and feel safe.
One day, though, when the class had kind of a game instead of work, Georgie closed his book and listened to what the others were saying. Miss Cressman asked all the children to think of something they liked best and then to talk about it to the others. She asked one kid after another and sometimes she even laughed a little at the things they said. She might have skipped Georgie altogether as she pointed around the room, but one girl said, Miss Cressman, you forgot to ask Georgie what he likes,
and so Miss Cressman asked him, as she did the others.
There had been all kinds of answers about the things the kids liked best. One of them thought the smell of gasoline was nice, and one girl thought the feel of a kitten’s fur was the best thing that she knew. Someone liked the sound of an air-conditioner whirring away on a hot night, and one boy said his favorite thing was the taste of beer left in glasses after his parents and their friends had finished a card game.
Georgie was afraid to answer when Miss Cressman pointed to him, but he did, after a few seconds and in a very low voice while he stared down at his desk.
I like flowers,
he said, blushing because he guessed that mean people were not supposed to like things that were nice. Then when the kids saw him blush, they giggled the way they always did when he couldn’t read the primer stories or say the words Miss Cressman wrote on the board.
Georgie put his head down on his desk and tried to drown out the sound of giggles by holding his hands against his ears. He wished that Miss Cressman would say, You mustn’t laugh at Georgie,
the way she told them they mustn’t laugh at Alfie when he stuttered, but she didn’t. She didn’t care if they laughed at him because he was dumb and mean and set a fire under her car. He didn’t care whether Miss Cressman liked him or not, but strangely a small sigh forced itself up from his chest and Georgie raised his head and looked at her.
He was scarred by a deep burn on the left side of his head which left him partly bald, with a crumpled ear and a streak that looked like fire running down the back of his neck. He didn’t remember getting that burn; it had happened when he was still a baby.
His mother told him about the scar and crumpled ear once when she had finished drinking all the whiskey from her last bottle on the shelf and was angry because there wasn’t any more. It was when her whiskey was gone that Rennie Burgess hated her child most.
You was yellin’ that day, Georgie, ’til you drove me and Steve nearly crazy. So Steve said he’d give you somethin’ to yell about—and he did. He give you plenty to yell about.
She looked at Georgie and made her eyes narrow as she spoke. Steve didn’t like it that I was saddled with you when he took me for his girlfriend so he ain’t ever been over-fond of you from the start. You and Steve ain’t ever goin’ to be close friends, Georgie—
She began laughing loudly at that and Georgie ran from her, rushing down the back stairs and hunting a hiding place among the garbage cans in the alley where he could sleep that night.
Steve came to the apartment every few weeks, sometimes staying only for the night; on other visits (and these were the terrible times) he brought a suitcase with him and stayed for several days. It was then that Georgie was apt to be half-starved after being tied in a closet without food, sometimes for a day, sometimes for two or even three days. His eyes were always blackened when he returned to school, provided Steve allowed him to return, and his forehead was usually crisscrossed with raw stripes made by Steve’s belt.
There were deeper cuts and welts hidden underneath his shirt. When the school nurse first discovered them, she made Georgie take her home with him to see his mother. There was a lot of yelling that day; Georgie’s mother almost collapsed as she talked to the nurse, screaming that she was a hard-working widow trying to raise a boy who had made nothing but trouble for her since the day he was born. But, she added, she had never lifted a hand against him; the welts and bruises on his back had been made by a gang of big kids in the neighborhood who made it a practice to beat up on smaller children.
Georgie himself was silent when he was questioned, only shaking his head and staring past his questioners. The school librarian had taken him aside sometimes when his battered appearance was worst.
Who hurt you, Georgie?
Miss Ames had asked, but he wouldn’t answer. Were you in a fight as your mother says you were?
she asked finally and he nodded, glad that she had given him a chance to slide out of further questioning.
That became his only answer to any inquiries about his hurts: Got in a fight with some big kids,
he would reply, and although there were people in the apartment building where he lived who knew better, nothing was ever done about it.
He had been taught from his earliest years to feel a deadly fear of what would happen if he ever told on Steve. He’ll kill you, Georgie,
Rennie Burgess told her son when he was hardly more than a baby, and she repeated her warnings over and over from that time on. Steve’s not goin’ to stand for a kid whinin’ on him. He’ll kill you if you ever say anything against him so you be smart, Georgie. You keep your mouth shut about Steve.
Fear of Steve was never completely out of Georgie’s mind; awake or asleep, it was always there, but it was furthest removed when he sat quietly in his seat, far in the back of the room away from other children, and looked at the book Ellen Ames allowed him to keep week after week in spite of any rule. There were no people in the pictures and Georgie liked that; a few people were sometimes kind, but most of them were dangerous. But a world of flowers and trees, fields and woods and quiet rivers brought a comfort to him which allowed him to smile to himself, helped him to become deaf to Miss Cressman’s voice. One of the pictures he loved best was in soft green and it reminded him of when the gray fog rolled in across the Florida scrub, and color met with moist air, the two of them swirling together until color and wetness became one and the same. He wondered if he might not be able to hide in the misty green of such a place, and the prospect brought a lonely wave of wishfulness to him. Georgie stared at the picture and tried to imagine the comfort of being safely hidden from his mother and Steve in the fog and greenness.
Pictures from the book were ones to keep in his mind when he burrowed far down into his bed at night, covering his head with the sheet. His bed was the safest place in the apartment since Steve seldom bothered to look for Georgie when the boy was out of sight. It was hearing Georgie’s shrill cry of fear that caused Steve to take off his belt and bring it down fiercely upon Georgie’s back. And so Georgie tried desperately to keep out of Steve’s sight, sometimes in the alley back of the apartment building, sometimes curled like a snail, as small as he was able to make himself, under the sheet on his bed. To have pictures from the flower book in his mind during the hours of darkness, to have something good to think about while his mother and Steve laughed together or fought and screamed at one another—this was something that was important.
His joy in looking at a page of full-blown roses in his book was brought to a sudden end when Miss Cressman stopped at his desk to scold him for not attempting to do the assigned pages in his workbook. He stared at her for a second as if he did not recognize her, then giving up his dream of peaceful gardens full of roses, he opened the reading workbook on his desk.
You haven’t tried, Georgie, you never try,
Miss Cressman said. She pointed to a line of four pictures: a tree, a turtle, a train and a thimble. Say the names of these pictures, Georgie; repeat them after me,
she ordered. When he obeyed, she said, Now place an X under the pictures that begin with the same sound.
Georgie looked at her and then turned toward the window. Outside, the