One
I am in the mall dressed like a cranberry, feeling the emotion of the moment.
What do I want to leave them with?
Ive been seriously trained to ask this question.
I sit here thinking, and sitting isnt easy because of the outfit Im wearing. Every time I move, it puffs up.
Were ready, Anna.” Thats Lorenzo Lu, my best friend and acting partner.
Ill be right there. . . .”
What do I want to leave them with?
Sometimes I think in big, fat letters.
I study myself in the scratched mirror. My face is covered with red makeup, and my lips shine with ruby lipstick. I smooth out my round, red costume, adjust my red gloves, scratch my red tights. I think Im allergic to these tights. I look at the pile of 20 percent off coupons from the Wide World of Cranberries store and feel a major surge of energy.
I want them to be happy they came.
I want them to know that this cranberry cares.
Lorenzo is wearing jeans, a red and white striped shirt, red socks, white shoes, and a big button that reads, IM WITH THE CRANBERRY.
I wiggle my hips, aim my voice to the corner of the room. Do I look fat in this?” My voice echoes back. Very few kids can do this trick.
Lorenzo laughs. You look fat, Anna, because you are packed with antioxidants.”
Antioxidants are major players in the cranberry world.
Lorenzo sighs. His dad is Chinese and his mother is Italian; hes got the best blend in his face. I wish you didnt have to go.”
I know.
Out in the mall, the music starts playing.
I can hear Mr. Dimsdale shout into his microphone, And now, are you ready for the big fun?”
Of course they are.” I scratch my tights again.
I might have to go to the bathroom,” Lorenzo mentions.
I shake my head at him. The rule of performers everywhere in the galaxy is, The Show Must Go On.
Heeeere she is!”
Lorenzo and I run out into the mall to wild applause.
A little girl shrieks, Hi, Miss Berry!”
Lorenzo and I move to the beat.
The music makes you want to dance.
One . . .
Two . . .
Three . . .
Four . . .
I raise my hand and do a twirl; Lorenzo gets down and does a breakdance move.
The crowd loves this.
I do a shimmy as Lorenzo takes the mic from Mr. Dimsdale and declares, For years, the cranberry was taken for granted. . . .”
I slump and look sad.
For years the cranberrys nutritional contents were known to only a few. . . .”
I look pathetically unappreciated. People laugh.
But, the truth is now known. . . .”
I jump up and make a noise.
Cranberries are among the worlds healthiest foods!”
I spin around at this news.
So healthy that an entire store has been dedicated to cranberries in every form.”
Ta da!!
I point to the Wide World of Cranberries store and clap my hands.
Then Lorenzo goes off script. Cranberries,” he shouts. Theyre not just for UTIs anymore.”
Women laugh hard. Fred Dimsdale looks nervous.
Whats a UTI?” a little boy asks his mother.
Urinary tract infection,” the mother says quietly.
Lorenzo has three older sisters and knows about these things. This,” he declares, is the sale of the century!”
Actually, the store has only been open since April, but you get the idea. I run into the shop and people follow me.
I look at the anti-aging supplement display, bounce my voice there.
Lets hit it!” I say and my voice echoes back.
A little boy yells, How did you do that?”
Years of practice, child. Thats the short answer.
I dance with kids. I do the slide. I say, Were so glad youre shopping with us today!”
When someone buys something, I have to shout, Antioxidants rule!” Its not an easy line.
But I know how to deliver.
Fred Dimsdale, the owner of the cranberry store, saw me perform one of my most heartbreaking roles as a radish at the Childrens Drama Workshopa lonely, rejected radish singing my heart outand he was deeply moved.
Can you play other produce, kid? Something cheerier? I felt your pain with the radish, but . . .”
The song I sang as a radish was written by Charlie Chaplin, a famous mime who made a fortune by saying absolutely nothing, but he wrote a song about how youve got to smile no matter what.
I can play other produce,” I assured him.
The cranberry is a non-singing part, which is fine by me. Ive had some issues singingmy mouth gets dry. I get hoarse and nervous.
But that moment as a singing radishI sang like I always hoped I could.
Lorenzo and I have been doing four shows a day every weekend since the store opened. Fred Dimsdale offered to extend us through the summer, but Im not going to be in town.
Ive got to go stay with my grandmother in Virginia because of all the things happening in my family.
My mom and dads marriage isnt doing so well.
Puffy hug!” I shout, and little kids run up and hug my padding.
I added the hug move last week. Mr. Dez, my drama coach, always says, Use a part of what you need in the role youre playing.”
More and more these days, I really need a good hug.
Fred Dimsdale hands me my check. You brought the heart of a cranberry to every performance, kid. Im going to miss you. It wont be the same.” He looks over at Jeremy Pearlmutter, who is going to play the cranberry after me. Jeremy is here to observe me doing the act, but so far all hes done is yawn and scratch his neck. He hasnt asked me one question about the experience. I dont think Jeremy will lose himself in the role.
Thanks for giving me a job, Mr. Dimsdale.”
Call me when you get back, kid. First thing.” He sounds desperate.
I will.” I shake his hand.
I walk to the back of the store, into the little office, and change out of the costume. Usually I wear it homewhen a cranberry is walking down the street, people want to know more.
I put the costume on a hanger, use makeup remover to get the red off my face.
In real life, I look nothing like a cranberry.
Im medium height. I have curly auburn hair that falls in my face. People say Im pretty. Ive got dark brown eyes like my dad.
I used to be closer to my dad than I am now.
Lorenzo and I walk to the escalator.
Tell me again why youre leaving,” he says.
I sigh. I know its a bad time for me to go.”
Lorenzo throws back his head. There would never be a good time for you to go. Im going to have to work in my uncles drug store this summer, Annathree days a weektotally exposed to sick people. I mean, if some major viral strain breaks out . . .” Lorenzo squirts antiseptic cleaner on his hands. And were going to have to talk about our future! Eighth grade isnt looking good!”
I know that, too. The high school has an after-school drama program, but were not in high school yet. The middle school has nothing. Were too old for the Childrens Drama Workshop. They kick you out on your twelfth birthday into the big, cold world.
We head down the escalator.
I wonder whats going to happen with my parents while Im away.
I wonder if staying with Mim, my grandmother, is the right thingmaybe my parents need me around and they just dont know it.
Lorenzo puts his hand on my shoulder. Just remember, Anna, cranberries are the bravest fruit.”
I square my shoulders to prove hes right.
We walk to the entrance of the mall. I feel all the mess twisting me up inside. Its easy to pretend everything is fine when youre in a cranberry suityou can hide from the world because no one can see the real you.
When its just you and your face and heart out there, its so much harder.
Two
I walk into my house and try not to look at the table. I told Mom we should have a sheet over it or something.
I do look at it thoughour dining room table, on its side, broken.
Everything else in our dining room has been picked up. Everything but the memories.
I try to remember the good times we had in this roomthe holidays, my birthday parties, the time Dad and I decorated the dining room like Hawaii for Moms birthday, with paper palm trees and huge flowers.
One stupid moment can change everything.
It happened eight days ago when Dad picked me up at the mall after my cranberry gig. Driving with Dad isnt easy.
He was driving too fast, like he always does, when a man in a black sports car cut him off. Dad takes these things personally.
Dad, remember youre not supposed to”
He sped after the guy, shouting out the window.
Dad! It was, tops, an SDM.” That stands for Small Dumb Move. Lorenzo and I created anger management phrases to help my father get a grip. They dont always work.
The guy in the black car made The Ultimate Bad Gesture. My father went radioactive.
JDT!” I hollered (Jerks Do This).
But the anger was driving Dad and wouldnt let go. He got too close to the guys car.
Dad, pull over!”
The guy in the black car almost hit us. Dad leaned on the horn. The guy pulled over; Dad did, too. The man in the black car got out, screaming. He stormed over to us, glared at me, and hollered, What are you?”
I was still in the fruit suit.
Dont yell at my daughter!”
Im a cranberry!” I screamed. A helpless cranberry. Im just trying to get home.”
The guy stared at me. At the Childrens Drama Workshop, one of the things we learned was, Use the pain.
I shrieked, And I have to go to the bathroom!”
A police car drove up. Whats going on?” the cop demanded.
I raised my hand. Permission to get out of the car, officer.”
The cop nodded. I got out, waddled over, and gave the man and the policeman a 20 percent off coupon.
I mentioned the bathroom again, told them to stop by the store, waddled back to the car.
The angry man snarled, Where do you think youre going, ace?”
The cop pocketed his coupon. The cranberry has to go to the bathroom.”
Im still trying to decide if I bribed a policeman.
Dad pulled out; his eyes were fierce. Nobody does that to me, Anna. Nobody!”
It was like opening a dam. All the water came rushing out.
Back home, Mom didnt let Dad cool down. She got right in his face. What happened?”
Big mistake. That made him madder.
So mad, he turned over the dining room table. Dishes broke. The vase of flowers crashed to the floor.
Mom screamed, Brian, what is the matter with you?”
That was the Big Question wed been asking all year.
Dad left.
Left Mom standing there.
Left me trying to get out of my cranberry suit.
Left Peanut, my dog, shaking in the corner.
Mom started crying. Enough. Its enough.”
The next day Mom and I went to see Jen, our family therapist. Mom announced, Your dad and I . . . well, were going to be separated for awhile.”
Id been expecting this, but the news still hit like a baseball smashing a window.
And, Anna, Im thinking about . . . well, not just thinking, Ive made the decision to stay with Uncle Barry for a while.” Barry is her brother. He lives in New Jersey. His wife collects miniature eggs with little forest animals peeking out of them. Theyre all over the house. Mom hates it there.
I looked at my hands. Where am I going to be?”
I felt this rumble in my chest like a monster was in there. I had to bend over, even though I was sitting. I put my head between my legs.
Mom said, Breathe, honey,” like I was sitting there with my head between my legs holding my breath.
Slow in, slow out,” Jen added.
I got the rhythm of that. I sat up.
Then we talked about me staying with my grandmother for awhile.”
Nobody defined awhile.”
Anna, the flower festival is in a few weeks,” Mom mentioned.
Mim lives in Rosemont, this tiny town in Virginia that lives and breathes flowers. The whole town turns out for the flower festival. Tourists come from all over.
I said nothing.
Honey, your dad needs to get hold of his anger, and while he does that I think he needs for us not to be around. Okay?”
Mim is Dads mother, but she and Mom are amazingly close. And its not that I didnt love my grandmother, but why did my parents want to live someplace without me?
Mom leaned forward. She looked so pale. This is colossally hard on everybody. I want you to be in a place thats peaceful. I need, honestly, some space to work this through. Okay?”
I shook my head. None of this was okay.
Certainly, Anna, if you dont want to do this”
I dont know what I want! I just heard that my parents are splitting up.”
Separating, Anna. . . .”
I pulled out my phone, went to the dictionary. Separate,” I announced. To divide, to disunite, to become disconnected or severed.”
Jen stepped in. Its good to define a word, Anna, but sometimes that can label a thing too harshly. Separation can be a step toward divorce, but not always.”
Mom leaned forward. Anna, do you want to stay with me at Barrys?”
I shook my head no, but at least she offered.
We sat there not talking.
Then I asked. I had to.
Do you love him, Mom?”
She shifted in her chair. Your dad and I have been married for nineteen years.”
Do you love him?”
Her shoulders sagged. Honestly, I dont know.”
That was my week.
I stand in the dining room. My suitcase is packed and by the door. Peanut, my dachshund, isnt sure about anything.
Its okay, girl.”
Peanut knows this is a deep lie.
All right, its not exactly okay, but were going to handle this.”
Peanut looks at my suitcase.
I dont think Ill be gone too long.”
She looks at me. Peanut has been my dog for eight yearsits hard to put anything over on her.
I hope I wont be gone too long.”
I see a piece of broken glass on the floor. I pick it up.
Brian, what is the matter with you?
I wonder how anger got so popularpeople screaming on TV, ranting on the news, politicians yelling at each other. None of it seems to do much good.
I throw the broken glass into the trash, sit on the floor, and let Peanut crawl in my lap. I got a card,” I tell her.
She sniffs the envelope.
Does it smell like Lorenzo?” I open the envelope Lorenzo gave me, take out the yellow card. Yellow is our favorite color, right?”
HAVE AN AMAZING ADVENTURE, ANNA!
COME BACK SOON OR IM GOING TO BE IRRITATED!
I smile. Lorenzo is the best friend ever. Inside he wrote:
* pea in a pod
* irritated gerbil
* top of totem pole
* Health Week monkey
* beloved oak tree
These are some of the roles Ive played over the years. Lorenzo says every role an actor plays stays with them and makes them stronger.
* comic cupcake
* angry worm
* amazing dancing cranberry
* the lead in Cinderella, the Early Years
* lonely radish
Right now Im feeling mostly like a lonely radish.
I could sing the Smile” song, but I dont want to.
Mom comes down the stairs stiffly. Well, honey, are you ready?”
It wont do any good to mention that Im not.
We lug my stuff out to the car.
We drop Peanut next door with Mr. Vincenzo, who balances a dog biscuit on his nose, and Peanut hops up to get it. This is their big trick.
I give her a hug. You be a good dog.”
That gets a tail wag.
Mom and I fold our arms across our chests exactly the same way, then we thank Mr. Vincenzo and head out the door.
Bye, Peanut.”
Well . . .” Mom doesnt finish the thought. We walk to our car, get in.
Mom sighs, starts the Malibu, and drives down Pine Street toward the Schuykill Expressway.
HAVE AN AMAZING ADVENTURE, ANNA!
COME BACK SOON OR IM GOING TO BE IRRITATED!
Im not sure about this being an amazing adventure.
I am sure that I need a vacation from my life.
Not a forever vacation, though. A couple of weeks should give my parents enough time to fix things.
I watch the road signs leading us out of Philadelphia to I-76.
I slump in my seat. Its officialthe cranberry has left the city.
Three
Weve been driving for two hours. Mom is getting emotional.
I need to say this, Anna. Im just so sad about all thats happened, and you know that your dad and I are going to be seeing Jen regularly while youre gone.”
I know that. Uncle Barrys house is an hour from Philadelphia.
And Im hoping you wont worry, honey, because I know how worry can wear you down.”
I bite my thumbnail, not that theres much nail left.
Mom says if I stop biting my nails, she and I can go get a manicure.
Me, Im not the manicure type.
And Ive been thinking,” Mom adds. If you feel dizzy . . .”
Ill sit down, Mom. Unless, Im walking across a busy street, or Im running away from evil.”
Tell you what. Avoid evil, honey. Got it?”
Got it.
No worry allowed.
No evil allowed.
If I feel dizzy, sit down,
but not in the street.
Anna, are you listening to me?”
Yes.”
I just want to make sure”
Mom, I want to talk, but could we do it a little later?”
She takes a big breath and nods. Were making good time.”
Were in Baltimore; an hour later, D.C.
Already I miss my life.
I can hear Mr. Dez at the Childrens Drama Workshop asking, So, what are you about?”
You have to know this when youre an actor, because if you dont know that, you cant pull from who you are. You wont make your mark.
No matter what size role you getand Ive had some dinky parts, believe meyouve got to hang onto this:
Theres something that only I can bring to this part, and Im going for it.
Lorenzo and I were the only four-year-olds enrolled in the Childrens Drama Workshop, but we didnt coast through on adorableness alone. We practiced hard, we learned our lines, and we worked our way up from playing two peas in a pod (in the world premier of Jonathan, Eat Your Vegetables), to almost starring roles.
My mom and dad came to every performance. Dad always laughed in the perfect places. He has the best laugh of any father.
Except for this past year. Hes not been laughing much.
I feel a rumble in my chest. I roll down the window and suck in as much fresh air as I can. I didnt used to have trouble breathing. I got checked for asthma, but I dont have that.
When dad started changing, it got to meI was closer to him than to my mom, but anger separates people. Its a wall that goes up. I kept trying to do things that would make him feel better, like making cookies and asking him if he wanted to watch a funny movie. Neither one did much for his mood.
I feel a little dizzy, put my head down. This is a dead giveaway.
Anna, are you okay?”
Mostly.”
I know I dont seem all that strong right now, but I am strong!
I get things done. I dont give up.