


You couldn’t see inside because the brick walls were too high, and the spruce trees growing just inside the walls grew so tall and so close together that even when you threw your head back and looked up, all you could see were four chimneys like four legs on a giant’s table turned upside down. The Old Messerman Place, which took up half a city block, was walled in, boarded up, deserted. She better stop hanging around that Old Messerman Place.” Her mother often said to her father, “How I wish Maureen could be a little lady: sweet, kind, and nice to everyone.” At other times she would chase them, slap the one she caught, then run and hide until the trouble died down. If she was pretending she was a queen or a movie star or Maureen Messerman, she would not notice. Sometimes she would pretend she hadn’t seen them.

Whenever they saw her coming they cried out, “Here comes Old Stinky,” and ran away. Maureen Swanson was known among the other children in her neighborhood as a hard slapper, a shouter, a loud laugher, a liar, a trickster, and a stay-after-schooler.
