“I learned something interesting about Mitzi,” I tell them. “She was sending me a text right before she died. She wanted me to know that Anya isn’t a name. It’s something else. Detective Briggs couldn’t make sense of it.”
“Well, it’s definitely a name,” Ted says. “It’s the Russian diminutive of Anna. It’s popular all over Eastern Europe.”
“Right, well, I tried putting it into Google Translate. And apparently it’s a word in Hungarian. It means ‘mommy.’ Not mother, but mommy. Like a child would say. Isn’t that weird?”
“I don’t know,” Caroline says. “Is it?”
“The tea’s better warm,” Ted says. “It thins the mucus in your sinuses.”
“You know what else is weird? Teddy says he’s never been on an airplane. Even though three months ago, you all flew here from Barcelona. And according to American Airlines, that’s an eight-hour flight. I checked. How does a little boy forget about the biggest airplane trip of his life?”
Caroline starts to answer but Ted quickly talks over her. “That’s actually a funny story. Teddy was nervous about the trip so I decided to give him a Benadryl. They say it helps kids fall asleep. I just didn’t realize that Caroline had already given him a Benadryl. So he got a double dose. He was out cold for the whole day. Didn’t wake up until we were in our rental car.”
“Seriously, Ted? That’s your explanation?”
“It’s the truth.”
“A double dose of Benadryl?”
“What are you implying, Mallory?”
He forces a smile and his eyes are pleading with me to stop asking questions.
But I can’t stop now.
I still have to ask the big one.
The question that will explain everything.
“Why didn’t you tell me Teddy is a girl?”
I watch Caroline’s reaction very carefully—and if she reveals anything, it’s a kind of self-righteous indignation. “Well, for starters we find the phrasing of your question offensive. Do you understand why?”
“I saw him in the shower. After swimming. Did you think I’d never find out?”
“You almost didn’t,” Ted says sadly.
“It’s not a secret,” Caroline says. “We’re certainly not ashamed of his identity. We just didn’t know if you could handle it. Obviously, Teddy was born a girl. And for three years we raised him as a girl. But then he made it clear he identified as a boy. So yes, Mallory, we let him express his gender with his clothes and hairstyle. And of course we let him choose a more masculine name. He wanted his daddy’s name.”
“There is so much interesting research on transgender children,” Ted says, and his eyes are still pleading with me to please please please shut the fuck up. “I have some books in my office, if you’re interested.”
And the crazy thing is: I think they honestly expect me to pretend this is all normal. “You’re telling me your five-year-old is transgender and somehow it just never came up?”
“We knew you’d react this way,” Caroline says. “We knew you had strong religious convictions—”
“I don’t have any problem with transgender people—”
“Then why are you making such a fuss?”
I’ve stopped listening to her. My mind is already galloping ahead. Because I’m realizing how all Teddy’s quirks and strange behaviors suddenly make sense. His avoidance of the little boys on the playground. His bouts of screaming whenever Ted dragged him to the barbershop. His obsession with wearing the same striped purple T-shirt. It’s a very light purple, almost lavender, the most feminine color in his wardrobe.
And all those annoying questions from the school about kindergarten registration …
“You don’t have vaccination records,” I realize. “Maybe you have a birth certificate. I’m sure there’s a way to buy a forgery, if you have enough money. But schools in Spring Brook are very serious about vaccines. They want those forms sent directly from a doctor. And you can’t get them. That’s why the school keeps calling.”
Ted shakes his head. “That’s not true. We had an excellent pediatrician in Barcelona—”
“Stop saying Barcelona, Ted. You never went to Barcelona. Your Spanish is terrible. You can’t even say potato! I don’t know where you’ve been hiding these past three years, but it wasn’t Barcelona.”