Firefly Cloak
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Firefly Cloak is the powerfully vivid coming-of-age story of Tessa Lee, who, after being abandoned by her mother, sets off on a risky journey to discover what she has lost.
When eight-year-old Tessa Lee and her brother, Travis, are abandoned in a campground by their desperate mother and her boyfriend of the moment, they are left with only two things: a phone number written in Magic Marker on Travis’s back and their mother’s favorite housecoat, which she leaves wrapped around her sleeping children. This housecoat, painted with tiny fireflies, becomes totemic for Tessa Lee, providing a connection to her past and to the beautiful mother she lost.
Seven years later, when word arrives that her mother has been spotted working at a tourist trap on a seaside boardwalk not far from where Tessa Lee lives, she sets off on a dangerous journey to try to recover what has been taken from her.
Steeped in the rich Southern atmosphere for which Sheri Reynolds has long been hailed, Firefly Cloak is a vivid coming-of-age novel of family, loss, and redemption.
Sheri Reynolds
Sheri Reynolds is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of five novels, including The Rapture of Canaan. She lives in Virginia and teaches at Old Dominion University, where she is the Ruth and Perry Morgan Chair of Southern Literature.
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Tessa Lee and her little brother Travis are abandoned by their mother and her current boyfriend in a campground near the home of grandparents they've never met. Mom Sheila writes her parents' phone number in permanent marker on little Travis' naked back and leaves the firefly housecoat under which the children were sleeping when she and her boyfriend light out. The story then jumps about eight years to when Tessa Lee is 16 and she decides she must go to the touristy boardwalk a few hours away where her mother was last seen working so that she can tell her the terrible thing that happened to Travis. As Tessa Lee makes this journey, and is confronted with a truth she never wanted to face, much of the backstory also becomes clear. As you'd expect, Tessa Lee loses some of her innocence, although she is extraordinarily lucky on her journey as well but the largest growth in a character somes to her grandmother, who has tried very hard to recognize the ways in which she alienated her own daughter, Tessa's mother Sheila, and to change that in her treatment of Tessa Lee. The ending has a few too many coincidences but Rice resists the urge to unveil them all to the characters, even if the reader sees them, which is a bit of a help. There are several extended scenes that are completely gratuitous and offered nothing to the story, despite the desperate attempts at connecting them through the reader's guide questions. And the ultimate end to the book was too easy, unrealistic, and clearly incomplete.This was a book chosen for my bookclub based on one member's strength of feeling for a previous book of Reynolds' and she spent most of the meeting apologizing as not one person particularly enjoyed this one. It was hard to sympathize with the characters, even as they changed, they stayed strangely flat. There were instances of lovely writing but even that couldn't save the book from mediocrity, unfortunate since everyone had wanted to enjoy it so very much. An interesting premise, it fell short of its promise.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I ended up enjoying this a lot more than I thought I would. Sheila abandons her 2 children in a campground with nothing but a trashbag full of clothes and her mother's phone number, written in black magic marker on her son's back.Seven years later, Tessa Lee finds out that her mother has been living just 2 hours away. Her visit to her mother shakes up everybody's life.Sheila's mother is set up as the saintly, long-suffering grandmother, who devotes herself to the children her daughter has dumped. Then she gets knocked off her pedestal - we find out she's a racist, who drove her daughter away because she couldn't tolerate her dating a black man.As for Sheila, we find out that she wasn't as bad as we thought. She recognized that she couldn't take care of her children and left them with someone who could. She made bad choices, but she tried to protect her kids. By the end, you believe that she might just be able to pull her life together.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I enjoyed Sheri Reynolds character development and beautiful use of language in this coming of age, hard knock life story. I listened to the audio version and also give a big thumbs up to the reader. Her southern accent and altering of tone and pitch per character made it very enjoyable.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book, by the author of one of my all-time favorites, The Rapture of Canaan, once again has an adolescent (16-year-old) girl at the center of the story. At the beginning of the book she, as a nine-year-old, and her younger brother are abandoned by her mother, who's addicted to drugs, alcohol & sex. The girl & her brother are raised in a trailer court by their retired grandparents, who are loving & devout but overly protective. There are brilliant passages of the sort that permeated The Rapture of Canaan, but for the most part it doesn't rise much above the standard teenager overcoming a dysfunctional family so beloved by Oprah Winfrey.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Tessa Lee is 8 years old and her brother Travis is 3 and still in diapers when their mother meets another man in a string of many men and abandons her children at a campground with their grandparents' phone number written in Magic Marker on the baby's back. This is really Tessa Lee's coming-of-age story and a mesmerizing story it is. Lots of sadness but with an ending that gives the reader hope that the characters they have come to care so much about will survive and heal.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What sets this novel apart from what Sheri Reynolds has written is the different P.O.V. Third person omniscient can be a bother to the eye if you're a reader and not a writer. I really loved the book. The movement was fairly fluid. In the omniscient P.O.V., you have the flexibility to move in time and through characters' minds. Ms. Reynolds displays a masterful grip on hinges, moving between time and person. I only wanted to know how Travis and the grandfather died sooner, but that's a reader's selfish inclination. Holding out on that information really created a wonderful display of emotion in the end!
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I shouldnt read these books. They depress me.
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Firefly Cloak - Sheri Reynolds
Acknowledgements
WHEN THIS BOOK WAS STILL A SWIRL of images in my mind, Nora Budzilek helped me sort through and interpret them. I'm so grateful for her wisdom and guidance. Nora died before the book was completed, so I send out this thank you to her spirit and in her memory.
My readers provided insights, suggestions, and question marks on early drafts that helped me shape and reshape this story. Thanks to Christin Lore Weber, Amy Tudor, Janet Peery, Jenean Hall, and Elizabeth Mills.
When everything was finished but the ending, I got great advice from Sammie Jordan, Mary Beth Jordan, Pat Reynolds, and my friends from the Mythic Journey Dreamsharing Circle in Norfolk.
My agent, Candice Fuhrman, has stood by me and my writing for thirteen years now, and I thank her for her expertise and friendship. Shaye Areheart bought this book before I'd even written it, and I'm grateful to her and her colleagues at Shaye Areheart Books for publishing this novel.
And thanks especially to Barbara Brown. She came home each night and listened as I read aloud every word I'd written. Her encouragement and support mean everything to me.
THE NIGHT BEFORE SHE LOST HER MOMMA, Tessa Lee camped out in a two-room tent with her momma, her little brother, Travis, and a crooked-nosed man named Goose. Goose had picked them up that morning at a grocery store in South Hibiscus and loaded their bags into the back of his pickup while her momma gave Tessa Lee a shove into the cab. When Travis was settled beside her, and when her momma had rooted in and slammed the door, Goose said, Let's skedaddle,
and they rattled through the parking lot, waving good-bye to the old men who sat out front on benches and waited for the ice-cream truck.
It was the first time Tessa Lee had ever heard that word skedaddle, and she sang it over and over to a tune she made up herself. She sang it to Travis and grabbed at his pudding belly and made him laugh until her momma told her to quit.
She ain't bothering me,
Goose said. But Tessa Lee shut up, anyway.
She couldn't stop singing it in her head, though. As they bumped their way out of town, Tessa Lee studied the rearview mirror and the dusty ghosts poofing up behind them. Skedaddle, skedaddle,
she mouthed to the ghosts.
They'd left behind her bicycle and her Weebles, her Spirograph and her books. Her momma had said she wouldn't need toys while she was on vacation, but as they drove along hot roads that faded into wavy black seas, it seemed strange to Tessa Lee that she'd be going on vacation with a man she'd never met before. He was friendly enough and let her steer for a long time in Alabama, but while Travis was steering, she turned around and saw that the wind had blown over a bag of her clothes. Her winter coat had spilled out, and the furry hood shivered like a kitten against the tailgate.
Tessa Lee shivered, too, in spite of the thick heat, and said to her momma, Must be going on vacation in the North Pole if I'm gonna need my fur coat when I get there,
and Tessa Lee's momma shook her head and lit another smoke.
Smart girl,
Goose said.
If she's smart, she'll quit sassing,
her momma replied. But Tessa Lee could tell she wasn't mad. Just worried. She could see worry in the way her momma tapped that cigarette at the edge of the windowsill, trying to keep the ashes neat and short and manageable. Not a bit like laid-back Goose who let his ashes grow long and fade to white, then drop down warm onto his hairy belly.
Goose listened to country and sang with all the yodelers and told stories about going on alligator hunts when he was a boy. After a while, Travis fell asleep, and when they stopped for gas somewhere in Tennessee, Tessa Lee's momma was left holding him while Tessa Lee went in the store to help Goose tote out the Yoo-hoos. When the man behind the counter said, Your little girl's gonna be a heart-breaker,
Goose said, Already is,
and winked at Tessa Lee, and she trotted out proud with the drinks and decided it wouldn't be so bad to have a daddy named after a bird.
Gotta gear down,
Goose said as they went up a hill, and by then they were in the mountains and gearing down a lot. Tessa Lee adjusted her legs so that he could work the gearshift. The backs of her thighs sweated against the vinyl seat, and when she tried to move them, a little bit of her skin got pinched in a place where the seat had cracked and the foam poked through. Goose jiggled gears against the insides of her knees, and Tessa Lee looked at her momma, who took tiny quiet gasps of air and twiddled her fingers through Travis's curls until his head looked like a hundred black fins.
They stopped again at a truck stop off a busy highway, a bright yellow building where they sold ponchos and fireworks and bumper stickers that Tessa Lee wasn't allowed to read. Her momma yanked her away from the stickers and paid for their bags of barbecue potato chips, along with some Handi Wipes for the truck. When they got back out, Goose had moved the truck to the rear of the building, behind three big metal Dumpsters that sat there like a row of rhinoceroses, minus their horns. He was changing the license plates.
What do we need new license plates for?
Tessa Lee asked.
Shhh,
he said, then whispered, We're in a new state, gotta have new plates.
Then he looked at her momma and said, Load 'em up, Sheila.
Come on,
her momma said, but Tessa Lee was already hunched down next to Goose.
These plates aren't new,
she said.
Sure they are,
Goose answered, looking over his shoulder and then giving all four screws another quick twist. They're new to us. Hop on in the truck, now. We gotta scoot.
So Tessa Lee climbed inside and soon they were on the road, the red line of the speedometer climbing up to the middle, then pointing all the way to her momma's bony knees.
She thought about those license plates as she ate her chips, then while she sucked the barbecue powder off her fingers and nibbled the orange outlines from the edges of her nails. She thought about those plates all splattered up with bug bits, little flecks of bugs from faraway places. Finally she asked, What did you do with the old license plates?
Her momma sighed and said, Honey, Goose just swapped plates with somebody headed for where we came from. Now their license plates will match where they're going, and ours'll match where we're going.
We going to Massachusetts?
Tessa Lee asked.
Absolutely,
said Goose.
THAT NIGHT AT THE STATE PARK campground, they built a fire and had hot dogs without buns, and then marshmallows, and her momma said, Isn't this fun?
and Travis laughed and ran around spitting on ant beds. He had marshmallow on his face, and the dirt stuck to it and gave him a little gritty beard. When Tessa Lee pointed it out, everybody laughed, even the couple at the next campsite with just a one-room tent.
Goose dug through a cooler and handed her momma a beer. Tessa Lee cut her eyes and said, You promised,
but her momma looked away and said, We're on vacation.
Then she popped the tab and made the beer hiss. Even after Tessa Lee and Travis were inside the tent, trying to sleep with a mess of mosquitoes and no-see-ums, Tessa Lee listened for the hissing of beers, one after the other.
And then it was late, but too hot to sleep. Travis was asleep, but not Tessa Lee. His diaper needed changing, but the diapers were out in the truck, and Tessa Lee's momma and Goose were whispering and laughing in a way that let her know that she shouldn't go out there. Then they moved to the tent, and Tessa Lee thought she should go get a diaper. But Goose and her momma were rustling the walls, so she decided to be still and keep her eyes closed. She'd never been in a tent before, much less a two-room tent, but she wished the walls were thicker and didn't flutter so much.
She kept her eyes closed tight and listened to the swishing walls and the smacky mouth noises, wet and sticky, and she told herself that Goose was just eating blueberries. It sounded like blueberries popping into his mouth, squishy as he sucked on them, and she wondered where they'd gotten blueberries from and why nobody had offered her any.
THE NEXT DAY WHEN SHE WOKE UP, her momma was gone, and Goose was gone, and the truck was gone. She thought at first that Travis was gone, too, but then she saw him wandering around a couple of campsites over, and when she got there, he was licking a pine tree.
Get your mouth off that tree,
she said and slapped him easy like her momma would do.
I like how trees taste,
Travis said and kept on licking.
He was wearing gray shorts over his diaper—a clean one—but no shirt. Somebody had written a phone number on his back, in big black Magic Marker letters. Tessa Lee looked at the number and didn't know at first what it meant. She took his hand and led him back to the tent and found a box of Cheerios beside their bags of clothes.
Is that your phone number?
asked the woman at the next campsite. Whose number is that?
I don't know,
Tessa Lee said. Maybe it's the place where Momma and Goose went for breakfast. Probably wanted me to call when we woke up.
But she knew they weren't coming back. They'd skedaddled without her. The clothes in the bags belonged to her and to Travis. Her momma's clothes weren't there. Her momma's clothes had been packed in a duffel bag with the word Foxy written in rhinestones on the side, and the duffel bag was gone. The only thing she'd left behind was the two-room tent and her firefly cloak, which Tessa Lee and Travis had used for covers the night before. Tessa Lee put it on over her pajamas and didn't worry too much about dragging it through the dirt.
A security guard sat with them at a picnic table and waited, and then a police officer came, and a nice woman who drew hopscotch squares on the ground for nobody to jump in. Travis went inside the tent and cried until the policeman let him blow the siren on his car. Tessa Lee just paced around the campsite, looking for a note that might have blown away in the wind. There wasn't any wind to speak of, but she thought maybe it had been windy before she woke up, and she checked the back of a BB-bat wrapper she found in the grass, and she studied a receipt half-burned in the fire pit, but there were no words from her momma.
Finally her grandparents drove up in a white van, but since Tessa Lee didn't know yet who they were, she most certainly did not go hug their necks or try to pet the little dog who hung his head out the window and yowled. She wrapped the cloak tight around her and sucked on a strand of her hair, and when the woman who turned out to be her granny asked if she knew where her momma was headed, she didn't mention anything about Massachusetts.
SEVEN YEARS LATER, when she finally found her momma, she wasn't in New England after all. She'd been living two hours away, all that time, up the beach just two hours and never coming to a single dance recital or ball game. Not sending the first birthday card or even calling when she got her tonsils taken out and had to spend the night in the hospital.
All those years, Tessa Lee made up stories for Travis. She told him their momma was a dancer with long legs who wore glitter on her eyelids and white costumes with transparent wings that glowed in the dark. She told Travis that their momma had fingers like feathers, and then he remembered how softly she'd held him, and he cried a little until Tessa Lee whispered that she'd be coming back some day soon.
Secretly, she thought that when her momma did come back, she'd punch her in the guts for leaving Travis. Tessa Lee was strong enough to take care of herself, but Travis was still really little. She could have waited until he was four.
Tessa Lee told Travis their momma smiled all the time and knew more songs than anybody, and she sang him the one about the itsy-bitsy spider and also the one about shoofly pie.
She told Travis that whenever their momma laughed, her laugh was as strong as cheese. Then they both tried to laugh that way, practicing to sound like their momma. They ate cheese slices on the back doorsteps, in case that would help them get the sound right, and Travis would say, Like this?
and he'd eat some cheese and whinny like a mule, and Tessa Lee would say, No, more like this,
and then she'd call up a laugh from the lowest part of her throat.
But it never sounded quite right, and Tessa Lee knew it was partly her fault that Travis never got to hear their momma laugh. If she hadn't nagged her so much, she probably wouldn't have left.
Their granny, who was no fan of nonsense, would say, Quit filling his head with dreams. Your momma's a drunk. I'm sorry to say it, 'cause I raised her better. But she's a drunk.
And Tessa Lee knew it was true, but she couldn't stand for Travis to think that. She only drank wines from foreign lands,
she insisted. High-class wines. And one time, she met a prince in the cabernet section of the grocery store, and he offered to take us all back to his country.
Why didn't you go with him, then?
her granny asked.
'Cause in some countries, they treat women like slaves,
Tessa Lee explained. And here, women have opportunities.
WHEN TESSA LEE found her momma, she was working in a wax museum on the boardwalk strip. It was the hottest part of summer, and she'd walked a long time down High-Seas Avenue, past beachwear shops and sunglasses huts, past dingy motels built of cinder blocks and motels that jutted up twenty stories and blocked out the waves breaking just over the dunes. She'd been walking for ages when she stopped for a sno-cone and asked the girl behind the counter how much farther it was to Fantasies of the Boardwalk, and it turned out she had a long way left to go.
She walked through air thick and sweet with cotton candy, then suntan lotion, chili, hot garbage. In the next block, there were diesel fumes, pizza spices, and incense wafting through a beaded doorway where a man with barely a mustache at all smiled at her and tried to wave her inside.
She walked over cracked sidewalks, around orange highway cones where workers replaced pipes beneath the concrete. Sometimes she walked faster than the cars could cruise, and she ignored the boys who shouted at her and invited her to ride. Her granny had warned her about boys like that.
She hoped her granny was all right and not too worried, not lying on the couch with her head hanging off the side, swallowing bits of crushed ice like she did when Travis died and her heart wouldn't quit banging. Tessa Lee's own heart slammed against her ribs, thinking about her granny, so she cleared her head and kept walking.
Finally, she could see the sign up ahead, a black sign with neon letters—FANTASIES OF THE BOARDWALK—and a row of white lights flashing all around the edges. Her breath came fast, like those lights, electricity jumping from one bulb to the next. What if her momma had been transferred to another wax museum somewhere far away?
Tessa Lee stopped, took off her backpack, and fished around in it for the flyer, a full-color brochure advertising the place where her momma supposedly worked. The wax museum boasted life-sized replicas of famous celebrities and monsters. It promised freaks of nature, like the Amazing Three-Legged Ballerina and Other Wonders.
She'd taken the flyer from the inside cover of her granny's bible the day before. She'd memorized the directions. She'd memorized everything on that flyer, including the code for a dollar-off coupon she knew she'd never use. Almost every day since her granny's cousin had delivered the flyer to them, Tessa Lee had visited it, tried to charm the meaning out of it. She'd folded and refolded it, sniffed it, rubbed its edges along her face. The cousin claimed he'd seen her momma working there when he was at a medical-supply conference, and he'd picked up the brochure from his hotel lobby.
As soon as he mentioned her momma's name, her granny had sent Tessa Lee outside and told her to water the gardenias. But she'd turned on the hose and then hung out beneath the kitchen window, listening. Her granny asked the man if he was certain it was Sheila, and he was 99 percent sure, so she put the flyer in her bible, right next to their season passes for the water park. Afterward, whenever her granny went to the recreation center to teach a craft class or over to Rosie Jo's to play a hand of rummy, Tessa Lee visited the flyer, studying all the pictures, imagining her momma and the Amazing Three-Legged Ballerina twirling together across a stage.
The flyer described Fantasies of the Boardwalk as dazzling
and out of this world,
so Tessa Lee was surprised to see a sick-looking bum leaning against the side of the building next to some garbage bins. She was surprised by the mildew that stained the white paint green where the gutter was broken and the rain had dripped down. Those weren't things she associated with her momma or things she'd imagined as she left home early that morning.
Just that morning, she'd tiptoed in her bare feet down the hall past her granny's room, where her granny snored softly beneath the buzz of her window unit. She was careful with the door and didn't let it squeak or slam, and she didn't put on her sandals until she was off the deck. She'd walked the mile out to the highway, then down the roadside in the dewy beggar-lice, her thumb pointing north, and about the time the sun got hot on her head, a trucker stopped, a nice trucker who bought her a breakfast biscuit. She'd heard stories about the dangers of hitchhiking, but the man who picked her up was a part-time evangelist, and all he wanted in return for the miles was to hold her hand in his while he prayed for her safe journey.
So she said Amen
and then thank you.
She hopped out of the truck at the edge of town and took off again on foot.
When she found the place where her momma worked, it wasn't much past lunchtime. But what if her momma was off that day? Her heart kicked hard, and a part of her wanted to run back to Hully Sanders's Mobile City where her granny was probably worried sick.
She hoped her granny wasn't crying and that Rosie Jo was with her. She'd waited for Rosie Jo to get back from her Caribbean cruise before she took off.
Tessa Lee was sweaty, and she didn't want her momma to see her like that, so she went inside a dark arcade, where boys in loose T-shirts watched other boys shoot targets on a screen. The boy working behind the counter had safety pins through his ears and green hair that stood straight up, and Tessa Lee was a little afraid to talk to him. Boys didn't look like that where she came from. There was a sign that said NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS right there on the counter next to the cash register, but when she asked the green-haired boy if she could use the bathroom, he nodded and pointed her to a hallway, where she wedged between cardboard boxes and stepped around a bucket of water and an old moldy mop to get through the door.
The toilet was broken, but she used it just the same. She splashed water on her face and hoped her sunburn wouldn't keep her momma from recognizing her.
It was too hot for makeup, but she put it on anyway: eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss. She powdered her face even though she knew it would dew right back up and combed out her pony-tail and redid it high up on her head.
On the way out of the arcade, she thanked the boy behind the counter, who gave her a nod. Then she cleared her throat and said, I'm looking for a woman named Sheila Birch. I heard she works at Fantasies of the Boardwalk. Do you know her?
But the guy just shrugged and scratched at a bite on his arm.
IT WAS HER MOMMA, ALL RIGHT. Tessa Lee recognized her right away. She had long dark hair with loose waves, like Tessa Lee's hair, and very round hazel eyes, like Tessa Lee's eyes. But she was really skinny, with collarbones that scooped in and made moats around her neck. Tessa Lee put her face up close to the glass and stared until a breathy voice said, Welcome to Fantasies of the Boardwalk. Buy your ticket at the booth to your left.
Her voice didn't sound quite real. It sounded like a bird imitating her momma.
Her momma was dressed like a mermaid, reclining in a conch shell, but she was shrunken, not full size. The conch shell itself was just a little larger than a baby's cradle, and her momma was small enough to fit inside it. She didn't look much bigger than a baby or a doll. Tessa Lee wondered what it would feel like to hold her.
Welcome to Fantasies of the Boardwalk,
her momma repeated. Buy your ticket at the booth to your left.
Tessa Lee watched her mouth move and saw that she was actually speaking. It wasn't a recording. But there was something wrong with her teeth. They didn't fit. They were too big for her mouth. They pushed her lips out a smidgen too far to be her momma's lips. Her momma's long legs were missing, too, hidden somewhere beneath the blue-green tail that draped over the side of the conch shell and arched gracefully into a perfectly useless fin.
Her bra was made of shells, maybe cockleshells, and Tessa Lee stared at her small breasts, her tanned skin, her long brown arms, at the slight wrinkles at the base of her neck.
Her momma sighed and said: Girl, are you gonna buy a ticket or just stare at me all day? You act like you've never seen a mermaid before.
It was the same voice that might have said, Girl, are you gonna pick up those blocks or leave them scattered all over the floor?
and something in Tessa Lee's chest broke open and spread out warm.
I'm sorry,
she said. I haven't had a lot of experience— with mermaids.
She could tell now that the conch shell was made of plastic, that it was like a bed, like the spaceship bed Travis had looked at over and over in the mail-order catalogue. Pop-Pop wouldn't buy