Если я останусь
7:09 A.M.
Then,inthirdgrade,I’dwanderedovertothecelloinmusicclass—itlookedalmosthumantome.Itlookedlikeifyouplayedit,itwouldtellyousecrets,soIstartedplaying.It’sbeenalmosttenyearsnowandIhaven’tstopped.
"Somuchforgoingbacktosleep,"MomyellsoverTeddy’snoise.
"Whatdoyouknow,thesnow’salreadymelting."Dadsays,puffingonhispipe.Igotothebackdoorandpeekoutside.Apatchofsunlighthasbrokenthroughtheclouds,andIcanhearthehissoftheicemelting.Iclosethedoorandgobacktothetable.
"Ithinkthecountyoverreacted,"Isay.
"Maybe.Buttheycan’tun-cancelschool.Horseisalreadyoutofthebarn,andIalreadycalledinforthedayoff,"Momsays.
"Indeed.Butwemighttakeadvantageofthisunexpectedboonandgosomewhere,"Dadsays."Takeadrive.VisitHenryandWillow."HenryandWillowaresomeofMomandDad’soldmusicfriendswho’dalsohadakidanddecidedtostartbehavinglikegrown-ups.Theyliveinabigoldfarmhouse.HenrydoesWebstufffromthebarntheyconvertedintoahomeofficeandWillowworksatanearbyhospital.Theyhaveababygirl.That’stherealreasonMomandDadwanttogooutthere.Teddyhavingjustturnedeightandmebeingseventeenmeansthatwearelongpastgivingoffthatsour-milksmellthatmakesadultsmelt.
"WecanstopatBookBarnonthewayback,"Momsays,asiftoenticeme.BookBarnisagiant,dustyoldused-bookstore.
