what he'd said； he'd turn around and tell everyone that I
was hot for Juli Baker； and I was not hot for Juli Baker！
So I made myself laugh and say； “Oh； right；” and then came up with an excuse to put some
distance between him and me。
After school Garrett asked me to e to his house and hang for a while； but I had zero
interest in that。 I still wanted to slug him。
I tried to talk myself down from feeling that way； but in my gut I was flaming mad at the guy。
He'd crossed the line； man。 He'd crossed it big…time。
And what made the whole thing so stinking hard to ignore was the fact that standing right
next to him； on the other side of the line； was my father。
The Visit
Sunday mornings are peaceful in our house。 My father lets himself sleep in。 My mother lets
herself not fix breakfast。 And if my brothers have been
out late playing with their band； you won't even know they're around until noon。
Usually I tiptoe out to collect eggs while everyone else is asleep； then spirit a bowl of
Cheerios back to my room to have breakfast in bed and
read。
But that Sunday—after spending most of the night feeling upset or uneasy—I woke up
wanting to do something physical。 To shake off the
confused way I was still feeling。
What I really needed was a good climb in my sycamore tree； but I settled for watering the
lawn while I tried to think of other things。 I cranked open
the spigot and admired how rich and black the dirt looked as I sprinkled back and forth
across the soil。 And I was busy talking to my buried
seedlings； coaxing them to spring up and greet the rising sun； when my father came outside。
His hair was damp from a shower； and he had a
grocery sack rolled closed in his hand。 “Dad！ I'm sorry if I woke you。”
“You didn't； sweetheart。 I've been up for a while。”
“You're not going to work； are you？”
“No； I …” He studied me for a moment； then said； “I'm going to visit David。”
“Uncle David？”
He walked toward his truck； saying； “That's right。 I …I should be back around noon。”
“But Dad； why today？ It's Sunday。”
“I know； sweetheart； but it's a special Sunday。”
I turned off the spigot。 “Why's that？”
“It's his fortieth birthday。 I want to see him and deliver a gift；” he said as he held up the paper
bag。 “Don't worry。 I'll rustle us up some pancakes for
lunch； all right？”
“I'm ing with you；” I said； and tossed the hose aside。 I wasn't even really dressed—I'd
just pulled on some sweats and sneakers； no socks—
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but in my mind there was no doubt。 I was going。
“Why don't you stay home and enjoy the morning with your mother？ I'm sure she would—”
I went over to the passenger side of his truck and said； “I'm ing；” then climbed inside and
slammed the door back in place。
“But—” he said through the driver's door。
“I'm ing； Dad。”
He studied me a moment； then said； “Okay；” and put the bag on the bench seat。 “Let me
leave a note for your mother。”
While he was inside； I strapped on the lap belt and told myself that this was good。 This was
something I should've done years ago。 Uncle David
was part of the family； part of my father； part of me。 It was about time I got to know him。
I studied the paper sack sitting next to me。 What was my father bringing his brother for his
fortieth birthday？
I picked it up。 It wasn't a painting—it was much too light for that。 Plus； it made a strange；
muted rattling noise when I shook it。
I was just unrolling the top to peek inside when my father came back through the front door。 I
dropped the sack and straightened up； and when he
slid behind the wheel； I said； “It's okay with you； isn't it？”
He just looked at me； his hand on the key in the ignition。
“I … I'm not ruining your day with him or anything； am I？”
He cranked the motor and said； “No； sweetheart。 I'm glad you're ing。”
We didn't say much to each other on the drive over to Greenhaven。 He seemed to want to
look at the scenery and I； well； I had a lot of questions；
but none I wanted to ask。 It was nice； though； riding with my father。 It was like the silence
connected us in a way that explanations never could。
When we arrived at Greenhaven； my father parked the truck； but we didn't get out right away。
“It takes some getting used to； Julianna； but it does
grow on you。 They grow on you。 They're all good people。”
I nodded； but felt oddly afraid。
“e on； then；” he said； taking the sack from the seat。 “Let's go inside。”
Greenhaven didn't look like any kind of hospital to me； but it didn't look quite like a house；
either。 It was too long and rectangular for that。 The
walkway had a faded green awning that covered it； and flower beds alongside with freshly
planted pansies that looked muddied and slightly askew。
The grass was patchy； with three deep holes dug near the building。
“The residents tend the grounds；” my father said。 “It's part of their occupational training
program； and it's therapeutic。 Those holes are the future
homes of Peach； Plum； and Pear。”
“Fruit trees？”
“Yes。 The vote caused quite a motion。”
“Among the … residents？”
“That's right。” He swung open one of the glass double doors and said； “e on in。”
It was cool inside。 And it smelled of pine cleaner and bleach； with something vaguely
pungent underneath。
There wasn't a reception desk or waiting area； just a large intersection with white walls and
narrow wooden benches。 To the left was a big room
with a television and several rows of plastic chairs； to the right were open office doors； and
beside us were two pine armoires。 One was open； with
half a dozen gray sweaters hung neatly in a row。
“Good morning； Robert！” a woman called through one of the office doors。
“Good morning； Josie；” my father replied。
She came out to meet us； saying； “David's up and about。 Has been since around six。 Mabel
tells me it's his birthday today。”
“Mabel is right again。” He turned to me and smiled。 “Josie； it's my pleasure to introduce my
daughter； Julianna。 Julianna； meet Josie
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Gruenmakker。”
“Well now； isn't this nice；” Josie said； clasping my hand。 “I recognize you from David's photo
album。 You're gettin' ready to graduate into high
school； isn't that right？”
I blinked at her； then looked at my dad。 I'd never really thought of it that way； but I could see
that he had。 “Yes； I …I suppose I am。”
“Josie's the site administrator。”
“And；” Josie added with a laugh； “I'm not graduatin' to nowhere！ Been here seventeen years；
and I'm staying put。” The phone rang and she hurried
off； saying； “Gotta get that。 I'll meet up with you in a bit。 Check the rec room； then his room。
You'll find him。”
My dad led me around a corner； and as we proceeded down a hallway； the underlying
pungent part of the smell got