Chapter Two: Long-Lost FamilyA Chapter by Joshua DonahueForbidden. After realizing that he MUST attend this cookout that his mother has signed him up for, Evan goes quietly and meets his long-lost family, but he learns more than he bargained for.
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Chapter Two Long-Lost Family The two days that I had until Saturday
were now behind me. They went by so slowly that I tried numerous times to keep
myself preoccupied by playing online or listening to music. Of course, I also
tried abundant times to convince my mother that I was not going to go Saturday.
That didn’t go so well. When was she ever going to learn that I
was growing up? I did not always need her over my shoulder, and pretty soon,
once I reached the age of eighteen, I would not have to take orders from anyone.
Then I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. Say, for example, if I wanted to
go back to San Francisco and relive my city life of countless days roaming the
metropolis, then I could. In the meantime, however, I was undesirably
jammed in Hale. Attempting
to get me out of the confines of my room, my mother kept assigning me chores to
do outside, hoping I would become curious and take a walk about the place and
get to know some people. But there was no chance that that was ever going to happen. After so many futile
attempts, she gave up; but then she had pointed out that I was going to have to
meet new people Monday while she attended some job interview at the seafood
restaurant uptown and I attended my first day at Hale High School. * * * I woke up Saturday morning and headed
downstairs to grab me a bowl of cereal. My mother had left to go to the mini
mart for some groceries, her note had read. She would be back later, and she
told me to be prepared for this afternoon. I crumbled the piece of paper up and
slam-dunked it into the trashcan like a basketball out of my anger towards her.
Then I made my bowl of breakfast and
headed to the living room to watch some television. My mother had all of the
essentials for me set up the day before we arrived: the phone, internet, and
T.V. This place wouldn’t be so bad, if I
could just stay in this house all day, I thought. After all, I didn’t really have to step foot out of this
home, did I? Then I remembered high school---the state penitentiary for
teenagers. Of course. I was becoming pretty familiar with
the house by now. Most of the downstairs part had a hard, wood-paneled floor
just like the kitchen, and it was completely set up too. The living room had a
couch, two chairs, and a few stands along with a coffee table in between the
flat screen television and the couch. Most of these things were stuff that we
had before my dad died, and they were all still in working condition like the
flat screen, which was my father’s birthday present last year from my mother. On
that particular birthday for him, I had gotten him a limited edition Ty Cobb baseball card,
signed by Ty Cobb himself. My father was an avid baseball card
collector. He had been collecting them since he was twelve, which gave him
plenty of time to collect thousands of cards. Of course, some of them were
priceless and some were useless, but regardless of the value, he wanted the
card. It gave him a hobby, he had told me.[J1] However, running low on cash, my
mother sold them all after my father’s death; the money she had received for
them was dried up in weeks. Since then, I pretty much resented her for her
greed and willingness to sell things that didn’t belong to her. Pushing the past to the back of my
mind, I plopped down on the couch and began skipping through the channels on-screen.
I would have usually known what was playing on the television, but we were in a
completely different time zone now. If it wasn’t for my mom setting my alarm
clock, I wouldn’t have awoken when I did. It would have to take some time on adjusting
to this time drama. As I scrolled rapidly, I found nothing really interesting on, so I just
settled with one of the James Bond movies. There were so many that I had
forgotten which one I was currently viewing, but I didn’t care, as long as I
had something to entertain me while I munched on cereal, I would be okay. * * * Later, my mom arrived home. The clock,
according to the television (which I was still gazing at from this morning
lazily), claimed that it was twelve ‘o clock. I was still in my sleepwear which
caused my mom to look at me with irritation as she entered the house. “Why
are you not dressed, Evan?” she asked me with brown paper bags in her hands
which were obviously the groceries. “I---” She
cut me off before I could come up with a feeble excuse, “Oh never mind that!
Just go and get the bags out the jeep, and be snappy about it will you? Because
we have to be getting ready.” “Jeez,
what’s your problem?” I questioned sarcastically while lifting myself from the
comfort of the couch. After
accomplishing the meager task effortlessly and finally waking up from my lazy
haze, I went back in to where my mom was storing away the groceries. I decided
to help. But as soon as I picked up a can of vegetables, she said, “I got it.
You just go upstairs and start getting ready, Evan.” I
knew what she doing, but I decided I would play it her way and go through with
the cookout. Once I got to my room, I began to plunder
through my closet for something to wear. I thought about wearing a pair of
holey blue jeans and a ragged T-shirt just to make my mom ticked off, but then
she hollered up from down below in the kitchen, “Oh, and Evan, honey, make sure
you wear something decent. A pair of clothes without holes or stains. We have to look formal and make a good
impression on everyone!” I
groaned and threw down the holey jeans from frustration. But
I knew that I would not wear khaki
pants and some preppy clothes like that man and woman that I met before. I may
not be able to wear my ragged clothes that I chose, but I had no plans to be
like them. By
the time I was ready to put a smile on my face for these people, my mom was
just now climbing the stairs to go to her room and get dressed. She looked a
bit rushed as she passed me, so I thought it best just to keep quiet and stay
out of her way until she was ready. I went down the steps to the living room
to watch some television because I knew it would be a while before my mother
would be ready. She always took forever. That was one of the things my dad
badgered her about, especially when they were getting ready to go out and hit
up the town at some adult, romantic, jazz club. While she would be in the
bathroom gussying up, my dad would chill with me a while and check out the
sports on the television. Of course, he never was the one to lay out the ground
rules about no partying and such, because, if anything, he encouraged me to
party and be a normal teen. My mom however, had different opinions when it came
to the rules. Dwelling on the past made me shine out a
small smirk and become delighted at how things use to be, but the aching inside
of me overpowered it. The smirk quickly faded---I had to forget the past. I needed to forget the past. Bringing myself back to the present, I
glanced at the clock on the screen of the television. I couldn’t help but think
that we were going to be late. But
“we have to look formal, and make a good
impression” my mother had said. Well, these were her family members, so what
kind of formal impression did she need to make on them? Maybe there was
something missing that I didn’t know about. My
mom came down the stairs while placing an earring in one of her ears. “Evan, have you seen the car keys? I
forgot where I laid them at,” she said. “Nope.” She
then began scrounging away for the keys. I just stood by the side door, waiting on
her to realize that they were hanging on the key hook in the hallway where she
had obviously placed them. Unfortunately, my mother found them just then, and
we were out the door, in the jeep, and down the road within minutes. I didn’t have the faintest clue as to
where these people lived, but I was sure that it was not far considering the
size of this town. As my mother drove, I gazed out at the pedestrians roaming
and the children playing everywhere. The elation that engulfed me made me sick
because it wasn’t San Francisco elation---which consisted of car honks to either
move it or lose it. I couldn’t stand looking anymore since it made me nauseous.
I slumped down in the seat, gazing forward trying to ignore it all and allow it
to pass me by without my knowledge while blowing off surplus steam. I felt like texting, just to keep my hands
busy and have something to do, but my fanatical mother made me leave my cell
phone at that place called home. She thought it would be rude if I was on the
phone the whole time and not talking to anyone. Hm… I immediately recognized our destination:
it was a house---two stories high, plastered in blue. There was a tall, wooden
fence blocking off the backyard and the party. Plus the rising smoke that was
most likely from a grill was noticeable. These
people act as if they’re in the suburbs, I mentally noted. And this was not
the suburbs, to be sure. This was a very shady, over-planted, diminutive,
hell-hole village that I just so happened to be currently residing in. And yet,
these people dressed all preppy, had nice houses, and wore too much cologne! Vehicles littered the side of the road and
the driveway itself; it appeared as if the whole town in fact was attending. My
mother ended up finding a parking spot where she wedged the jeep in between two
other cars. Was it really necessary for me to go
behind that fence? Going behind that fence would be like going straight through
a pack of hungry lions. Although that did sound better than all of the
loquacious people that I was about to meet. Sigh. I missed San Francisco terribly. My mother removed herself from the jeep
while I on the other hand, remained motionless. Then she looked at me with a
you-better-get-out-of-that-car-right-this-instant-Evan glare on her face. With a groan loud enough for my mother to
hear, I climbed out and headed to the big blue house. As we neared the fence, music and loud
laughter along with easy conversation could be heard. Then I took one last look
down the street at Pleasantville before entering with my mother. As soon as we stepped behind the fence, I
could instantly feel people watching us out the corners of their eyes as their
conversations died down to get a look at us newcomers. “Hey,
Elana and Evan!” came Daryl’s voice from beside the grill and through the wall
of smoke that shrouded it. He came out from behind it and walked over to us. Automatically,
the awkwardness was gone thanks to Daryl---but that was the only thing he was
getting from me---and the conversations around us heated back up. Apparently,
preppy clothes were not all that Daryl wore, I noticed, because he now wore a
pair of old jeans and a t-shirt like a normal
person. “Hi,
Daryl! Where’s Sarah?” my mother said, walking over to greet him with a hug. “She
went to check on Derek and Michael.” My mom gave me an intruding look and
pointed her eyes at Daryl so that only I could tell what she was doing. “Hey,
Daryl,” I said, ignoring the use of the word “uncle”; he wasn’t family…yet.
Then I reached out for the hand that wasn’t holding a cup of fruit punch, and we
shook hands. But I noticed a slight frown on his expression---probably from my
lack of word choice. Then there was that strange smell of
overly used cologne that seemed to cling to him all of the time. It made me
want to gag, but I refrained. “Who’s
this, Daryl?” a female voice said, coming up beside Daryl. The
voice belonged to a woman who looked around the age of thirty, was a little bit
shorter than Daryl, with little tan on her fairly thin body, and wore a pair of
blue jeans with a multi-colored striped t-shirt. Her hair was noticeably tied
back into a ponytail as well. “Rachel,
this is Evan, Elana’s son. Which makes him our---” “Our
nephew,” interrupted a different male voice from beside Daryl. “Hello, Evan. I
am Trent Woods, your other uncle. And this lovely woman,” ---he was pointing to
a woman who stood on the end with his arm wrapped around her--- “is Veronica.
My wife.” I
shook both of their hands. Like his brother, Daryl, Trent was a very muscular
guy. Their size intimidated me a little. Comparing them side by side, I noticed
they both were fairly similar. I received the impression that they were about
in their middle thirties; they both had short hair---Daryl with sort of a crew
cut and Trent had the cut, just no crew. Daryl was landed with emerald-filled
eyes and Trent had the sapphire. I could immediately tell how my father was
related to these two. “Okay,
Trent, that is enough of your
introduction,” said the woman that was wearing the multi-colored t-shirt. “Hello,
young man. I am Rachel, your fabulous aunt. And I see that you have already met
my neurotic brothers, Daryl and Trent.” I observed that she seemed gauchely out
of place, being a very liberal person. I
glanced at Trent from the tip of my eye and saw a small hint of irritation. Rachel ignored him, however. “Hello,
Elana, it is so good to see you! We have met only once or twice, I think. But
good to see you nevertheless.” She hugged my mother. Then
Trent, pushing his sibling rivalry away, said, “Yes, it is good to see you,
Elana. How was San Francisco?” “Good…for
a while. But then---well, it got a little crowded. But we are here now, in
Hale. How are the boys?” my mother asked, trying to do a quick change of
subject. “Good.
They get into trouble often though. They are a handful, but boys will be boys
right?” Trent said clearly getting into a lighter mood. “I
agree. But I only have one, and that one is enough for me right now.” She
placed her hand on my shoulder then to direct all eyes on me. I felt a little
embarrassed by her action, so I turned my head to ignore the stares. “Actually,
the boys are around here somewhere. I just don’t know where. Probably off
scheming some plan that will get them grounded. Honey, I should go look for
them and let them know that Elana and Evan are here,” Veronica said to her
husband. “Can
I come? I am dying to see what they look like at their age!” my mother squealed
with enthusiasm as she removed her hand from me. I have to admit, seeing her so
excited brought a small, mental grin to me. “Of
course. Coming Rachel?” Veronica said. Rachel
followed my mother and Trent’s wife off through the crowd of people. Perfect.
Now my mother left me here with two guys who claim they are my uncles, yet who
are two random strangers. What was I going to say to these guys? Should I just
walk off or start up a conversation? So doing neither, I just allowed my eyes
to flow over the people that were mingling, laughing, having drinks and
murmuring over old childhoods---there were a lot of people here to be sure. The
backyard was quite large in order to accommodate so many attendees. The tall
fence was plastered in decorations of various colors to lighten up the mood of
the occasion, and picnic tables and chairs were scattered everywhere for people
to relax and enjoy themselves. The high fence in particular though gave me the
impression that it could protect me from Hale and its everlasting happiness
filled with green grass and not tall
buildings and the Golden Gate Bridge. But then I realized that the impression
was false seeing as how these people were representations of that. Then,
pulling me out of my thoughts of back home, Trent asked, “Would you like something
to drink, Evan?” “Uh,
no. I’m good.” “So, what grade are you in?” he questioned
as he swallowed from his own beverage. “Tenth.
I’m sixteen,” I answered while trying not to acknowledge the discomfiture. “So,
how do you like Hale? There aren’t any trolleys here,” Daryl said. “You’re
right about that. This place is nothing like San Francisco. But I’ll adjust to
it. It’s just things are so different. Plus not to mention the time zone is
messing with my head a bit---jet lag.” They
laughed a little at that. “Yeah.
But you’ll get used to it. When are you going to start high school here?” Trent
asked. “Monday,”
I said minimally. “Um,
so are you doing well, since---uh---you know, what happened to your dad and all?”
Trent asked sheepishly. Before
I could say anything, Daryl butted in and began whispering something too low
for my ears to detect to Trent. I saw a slight nod in Trent’s head.
Then he said, “No need to answer that Evan. I am being insensitive. Would you
like to meet my sons? There are many other people here, and they’re just dying
to meet you. Especially Elana’s family.” “Okay,”
I muttered, not seeing that I had any other option and ignoring his “insensitive
question” altogether. I
followed Trent and Daryl through the crowd of people. After
catching a few glances from other people attending the cookout, I found myself
face to face with Trent’s three sons that I had heard so much about recently.
They were throwing a football when we showed up, but Trent called them over for
us to be “properly acquainted”. All three of the guys looked like the
reckless type. The tallest of the three went by the name Edmund. He obviously
had a height and muscular advantage on me being as he was seventeen. He had
dark hair and piercing cobalt eyes. His younger brother, Luke, was sixteen with
blonde, fair hair and jade eyes to stand out. He and I were practically similar
in the height and muscular department. And then the shortest of them all was
Christopher---or Chris, as they called him. He was fourteen with dark blonde
hair and matching blue eyes like his older brother. I found it a bit odd that I
could easily tell what their eye colors were or the fact that I even cared, but
they seem to standout from their appearance. It was weird, but I assumed it was
just one of their family traits. “I’m
Evan.” That was a short answer, couldn’t I at least elaborate? “Oh,
yeah! Aunt Elana is your mom, right? Yeah, we just talked to her a few minutes
ago,” Chris said. “Where
did they go to, Chris?” Trent asked his son. “Um,
I think they were going to get some drinks and then head on over to see Michael
and Derek and find Aunt Sarah,” he replied to his father. “Okay.
Well Daryl and I are going to leave you boys alone. Play nice now,” Trent said
with a glare from his eyes that was pointed at his three sons on that last
part. They
glared back at their father, as if signaling a silent agreement was in place. Then
Daryl and Trent walked off to find my mom and the other women. I would have
rather followed them than stand where I was and talk to people more my age; it
was easier to talk with adults, you could just tell them what they wanted to
hear and they would shut up. But teenagers were a different story. After
the departure of the two guys, Chris took up the notion to learn more about me.
“So what grade are you in, Evan?” he asked. “Tenth
grade. I’m sixteen,” I answered simplistically. “You’re
going to attend Hale High then?” Chris asked. I
nodded. He
sighed in response. “Oh,
good! Luke will show you around sometime then. You know, to get to know the
people and stuff at Hale High,” Edmund said with a bit of forced enthusiasm as
to be as friendly as possible to provide me with a good impression of him. But
something told me that he also wanted to establish the fact that he was leader
of his brothers. “I
will? ---I mean, I will! Yeah, I will. It’s a cool place. But some of the people
there may be a bit too pushy. We rarely get any new people in this small town,
you see. Not to mention that you are from San Francisco, which is across the
U.S.,” Luke said. Why
did he have to bring this up? It was bad enough that I actually had to live
with the fact that I had to move, but he did not have to rub it in like that. Catching
my emotions, Edmund asked me politely, “So, you wanna toss the ball back and
forth with us?” I
agreed, but only because I knew that I couldn’t be rude to the three guys that
tried so mysteriously hard to be friendly with me. The
yard in which everyone was in was immense. It had a nice secluded spot towards
the very back where there were no people and nothing really breakable that
could get in the way while we threw the football between the four of us, except
a vast forest acting as a barrier at the back edge of the yard. Between us four, it was nice, like we were
friends or something---even though I had known them for a mere five minutes.
They seemed friendly enough though. They took turns asking me questions about
what San Francisco was like and what I did for fun. And after the many
questions of purgatory eased down, it was my turn to ask the questions. So I
let it all flow out like a river. I first asked about them, like what they did
for fun and just gracious questions like they had asked me. Then I began asking
questions about Hale. I wanted to know about the excitement (if any), and I
wanted to know what kind of things occurred and what the people were like. I
was very curious and eager towards them and their inexplicable lifestyle. Eventually,
I got enough information on this place to learn a bit more about it and gain a
slightly new perspective on it. I learned that it was indeed a boring place,
but it did have carnivals and festivals for holidays and such. There was hardly
any crime at all, but there were occasionally a few reports of teen vandalism
and a few arguments---but mostly of adults having futile quarrels over branches
overlapping a neighbor’s yard and getting in the way or something else just as
boring. We
talked for a bit like this, as if we were buddies, and for some strange reason,
I felt like we were. I mean, after all we were cousins. Besides, I would
eventually see Luke at school a lot because he was in my grade; I would see
Edmund occasionally, even though he was one grade above me, but Chris I would
not see so often---only after school if we ever hung out. He did seem happy
that I had arrived, but when he had sighed after I had told him what grade I
was in, made me wonder if he had wished that he and I shared the same grade
level. Guess newcomers really were rare in this part of the U.S. Afterwards, Trent motioned for us from
over by the grill with his brother and sister, along with my mom and the rest
of the people that I had already met. We obliged his command and walked over. As
I got over there with Luke, Edmund, and Chris, I noticed some other people were
there of whom I did not know of. They were standing all around in almost a
circle and laughing with everyone else. My mom introduced them as her mother,
sister, and brother along with his wife (who had a daughter, but she was
roaming around with Daryl’s sons Michael and Derek). Then
Trent and Daryl and their annoying sister, Rachel, allowed me to meet with my
grandfather and grandmother on my dad’s side of the family. They were elderly
and went by the names of Otis and Susan Woods---both of which owned the house
that the cookout was being held at, I discovered from them. After
everyone got done spinning my body back and forth, shaking my hands, and asking
me so many lame questions about my age and grade and how I was enjoying being
in a small town such as Hale, I finally got to just sit down, rest, and eat. I
sat in between both sides of my family at a picnic table. My dad’s side was to
the right of me, and my mom’s side to the left. I heard so many stories of my
mother’s childhood (and some more than necessary for my ears) that I couldn’t
take much more of them, so I tried to block it all out by talking with Luke,
Chris, and Edmund. They liked to hear of what the outside
world was like in San Francisco. Whenever I answered one of their questions
about California with elaboration, they would just stare in awe at me. It was cool
to see their reaction. But when I questioned them if they had been anywhere,
they said that they had never been outside the state of South Carolina. I
had, of course. Every year, my mom, dad, and I would travel somewhere in the
United States for summer vacation or just to get a break from our world. So
far, I had been to Los Angeles, New York City, Washington, D.C. and Chicago.
This year my dad was making plans to visit the tropical island of Hawaii and
explore its vast volcanoes and waters. But that was way back then. Things had
obviously changed now. The
conversation and all proceeded as normal. That is, until I heard some faint
whispering off to my right. It was barely audible, so I had to shift my sitting
position to see who it was---Daryl and Trent---and to hear what they were
murmuring about. Thank God Edmund, Luke, and Chris were talking amongst
themselves now over the tales that I had told them, because I was able to perk
up my ears and listen to the two men. It was disrespectful and invading one’s
privacy, but that was the farthest thing from my mind. Nonetheless, I was not
able to get the entire conversation for it was too low, but I was able to receive
clips of it. “Trent,
...was just hit with it,” Daryl whispered so softly. “But…the
virus...to hit there for another few weeks?” Trent replied just as inaudible. “It’s
growing. Look we….need as many recruits as possible; especially…” “…safe
to wait for him to transform, since we have to face the plague and…?” “We
need him. How can…even they are
worried. Their leader…” “Well,
we’ll have to…quickly and swiftly. No matter….I think we should proceed no
matter what. But wait until….to decide that. M’kay?” “
’kay. But we can’t just….and pretend that nothing is occurring.” “I
know that. We’ll act soon. Very soon. But this is not the time or place for…” Then
the quick and softly-spoken conversation was over, and the two men returned to
their food like nothing had just occurred between them; not one person was looking
sideways at them like I was. What
did this mean? Him to transform? Recruits? Plague? Maybe
they knew that I was listening and was playing some weird, southern joke on me. I
waited to see if they were going to shout and tell me so. Nothing happened, however. Over
the next few minutes, I pondered over every other possible scenario that could
lead to the conversation. But I came up with zilch. It had appeared that I was
the only one who noticed anything at all, because everyone else was done eating
and were still talking a hundred miles per second. I had barely even touched my
food (which so happened to be “normal” cookout food surprisingly, and not some
fancy dish like caviar or a gourmet meal that preppy people would be presumed
to have). Due to the recent event that I stressed over so pointlessly, I had lost
my appetite. I
needed someone else to listen in on, so I could push away the other
conversation I had overheard. Thus, I listened to Rachel and my mom chit-chat
back and forth over some trip (after they had quit talking about my mother’s
old childhood, of course). “So,
Rachel, I hear that you’re leaving on vacation soon?” my mother asked my
father’s sister. “I
am. In fact, I’m leaving Monday. It’s my world adventure. I’m going to be going
to Canada first, then overseas to England, then I’m gonna head south towards
Africa, then back up to Italy, and I plan on stopping in Russia before I get to
Japan. Lastly, will be a few places down in South America, and along the way
home I may stop at the Bahamas,” Rachel explained blissfully. “Sounds
wonderful. How long will you be gone?” my mom asked. “I’m
not sure exactly. I’m just sort of going with the flow, you know? It makes life
more interesting. Besides, they’re some of the places that I have always wanted
to visit before I die. So I wanna make the most of them,” she said. “Hopefully,
she’ll stay gone long enough,” Trent joked at his baby sister from nearby. Rachel
glowered at him. “Just
don’t hit on too many guys,” Susan said with a smile at her daughter. My
mom and Rachel both laughed. “Then
what’s the point in going,” Rachel replied jokingly. My
mom laughed again. The
conversation seemed wearisome, so I tuned it out. Nodding
my head and pretending to pay close attention to one of my boring family members’
conversation with me was quite simple. I would just pay enough interest just so
I could notice when there was a pause for me to mutter a simplistic “yes” or
“no”. But during all of that acting that I conjured up so I would not appear to
be rude to my audience, I was stressing over one other thing in my mind: what in the hell were those dudes muttering
about earlier? I
am not the next Tom Cruise, but I was acting good enough to cause my mom to
smile at me whenever I made it look like I was enjoying myself. This caused her
to be delighted, so at least it was somewhat beneficial. I
tried paying closer attention to Trent and Daryl to see if they were going to
spill some more beans, but they stood around other people and acted as if
everything was cool. But I knew better. The
cookout ended later in the day around six ‘o clock. Well it ended at about
five, but my mother insisted on lending a helping hand to Daryl, Trent, Rachel
and the rest of their loved ones. I, Michael, Derek, Edmund, Luke, and Chris
all helped carry the heavy stuff back to their proper place, including the
picnic tables and chairs. Afterwards, we tossed the ball back and forth, making
small talk as I communicated with Derek and his younger brother Michael for the
first time. Meanwhile the women took down the decorations, and Trent and Daryl
did the rest. By the time we were all done, said our good-byes---which I
performed quite easily and happily---, and were back home, I was worn out. My
mind still raced over every small aspect of today: the weird smells, the
glares, and the whisperings. It seemed to fit in some way, but I just couldn’t
find the right link. It was like one of those jigsaw puzzles that were nearly
impossible to figure out because each piece looked the same as the one before
it. After
I got ready for bed, I told my mother goodnight. Then I shut the blinds and
pulled the curtains closed; I got under the covers and plugged my iPod into my
ears. While residing in the dark that surrounded me in the utter stillness of
my strange room which still seemed foreign to me, I listened to the harmonies
emitting from the small speakers. Then I realized I had forgotten something. So
I placed the currently-playing song on pause, knowing I had overlooked my
biggest problem yet because I was brooding over those two men and their dumb,
distracting conversation that had me nearly falling off my seat to hear. It
wasn’t all of the names that I thought my mom would ask me about sometime (even
though I had practically forgotten everyone and their role in the family). It
wasn’t the cookout, the conversations, the new town, or even the odd new home. It
was what I would have to face Monday. It was Hale High School. [J1]In a later chapter, Evan will be given this card back by his mother (who saved it for him) and Evan recalls how he got it (by a woman who had no interest in BB cards and didn’t know its true value), its structure, and the memory of when he gave it to his father *This is a mourning moment for Evan to show he is finally letting go of his father.
© 2010 Joshua DonahueAuthor's Note
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