that it ached.
âWhere?â
âWeâre moving. Just you and me and your brother and sister.â
âWhat about André?â I asked, realizing something terrible was happening to my family, though I had no word for it.
âHeâs staying here.â
âWhen will we come back?â
The wind gusted in her hair as she stared beyond the smooth surface of the water to the mountain, her expression like my brotherâs as we rushed the train track.
âWeâre not coming back,â she said, her voice almost breaking.
âEver?â I didnât understand. Though I loved the idea of setting out, I couldnât imagine never seeing the valley again. It was the one place we were sure to return to after our many temporary homes, and Iâd never known spring or summer anywhere else. What would we do if we were separated from my father, gone away somewhere strange and new?
My mother stared off, lips slightly parted so that I thought she might say something else, her eyes narrowed as if to glare past the limits of the sky.
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The next morning, I checked on the flood. I walked out to where the water began. Beneath the surface, the grass appeared distorted, like the bottom of a swimming pool, undulating. Far off, the red-ribboned tops of a few Christmas trees showed, and then there was simply the smooth surface of the deluge, stretching on toward the mountain.
I wanted to worry that we were leaving, but it seemed impossibleânot just because of the flood, but because my parents often said crazy things that never happened. Besides, just before going to work, my father had made a comment that now obsessed me.
âI bet carp are swimming up from the rivers, right through the fields,â heâd said. âIf we take the boat and shine the flashlight in the water, weâll see them.â
I couldnât think of anything but carpâgliding out of the river, nestling in the branches of submerged trees, riding currents through the beams of flashlights.
The rowboat lay upside down in the shed, and I discussed with my invisible friends whether we should take it and do some exploring. Eleven of them were in agreement, making me suspect that I had eleven invisible friends but maybe only one spirit guide. The guide was concerned. In fact, he sounded a lot like my brother later did.
âWeâre not allowed,â he said.
âCome on. Just for a little while. There are carp out there.â
âNo. We canât. Weâll get washed away by the river and die.â
In the past, my father had been more open to ideas like this, but I suspected that convincing him to do something wild might not be as easy as before.
âCan we go out in the boat?â I asked him that evening,
âIâm busy.â
âBut we can see carp.â
âThatâs true,â he said, nodding to himself. âThere might be carp out there.â
I hesitated, knowing what I had to say next.
âDo you think it would be really dangerous?â
He looked at me and grinned as if heâd just woken up and was himself again, not that person who cared only about his business.
âOkay,â he said, âwe can go later on tonight.â
After dark, the moon shone against the water, turning the flood into a silvery plain. In the rowboat, we crossed the hidden fields of Christmas trees as my brother and I took turns aiming the flashlight through the luminous surface. My father kept letting go of the oars and taking it from us, saying we were using it wrong, but he couldnât find any carp either.
As he peered down, we sat on the opposite side, trying to counterbalance. His edge of the boat sank dangerously close to the water, but he didnât seem to care. Did he know we were leaving him? He didnât show it. Sitting there, saying nothing, I felt what a relief it would be if the end came now, the three of us in the boat, with no choice but to
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