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It’s not a good time for you to get so involved.” He brushed my long bangs off my forehead.
“You know what? I wish I’d never told you about any of this. This was my secret. I shared it with you, but now you’re taking it from me.”
“Lily, I’m not taking anything from you. Frankly, I don’t want any of it.”
I wiped my face on my pillow. Dad headed for the door, then he stopped and turned at the threshold. “You’re too young to feel so strongly about someone.”
I almost smiled. “Maybe you’re too old to remember.”
He smiled, and for a second, he was just my dad again. Normal Dad. The dad I wanted to remember. “Touché, sweet girl. I’ll be as quick a study as I can. I’ll have him back soon.”
“Promise?” I asked, wondering if he was enough of a merman that I could bind him to his word. But he wouldn’t take the bait, and my door closed softly behind him, without an answer.
I flipped on my light and pulled MY SCRIBBLINGS out from under my mattress. I bit down hard on my pencil to keep from crying. Within seconds, the loneliness I felt poured out of my heart and onto the page.
I almost missed the sound of one clean dive, followed by the sound of a second body convulsing in the water.
MY SCRIBBLINGS
The Fool Hearty
You left me where you found me ,
A buzzing
early summer morning with the newborn honeybee
and the hatching bird .
The wind slaps slapped my face for my impertinence
in thinking you were mine to keep .
And mushrooms
like bald-capped actors memorizing their lines
gathered ’round the spot where last you you last stood
and promised me your love, still
wet with dew .
Not yet burned by the rising sun .
—Lily Hancock (Bayfield, Wisconsin)
9
SERIOUS
I fell asleep with MY SCRIBBLINGS still in my hands. Sometime after two a.m., the rain stopped and the silence woke me. Moon shadows flickered across my walls. June bugs bounced against the window screen. Restless and lonely, I tiptoed down the stairs and out the door, closing it gently, resisting the pull of the springs that wanted to snap it shut. The porch steps creaked, but I didn’t think the noise was enough to wake Mom.
I walked halfway across the yard and peered out toward the islands, wondering where Dad and Calder were now. “Calder,” I said, under my breath.
“What are you doing, Lily? I told you to stay away from the water.” I turned and saw a dark shape sit up in the hammock under the trees.
“Calder? You’re back? Already? What are you doing in the hammock?”
He answered my questions in succession. “Yes. Clearly. For now. And trying to sleep. You’ve been tossing and turning all night.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were out here?”
“Jason told me not to.”
“And you listened?”
“Of course I did. I want to stay close to you, and he wasn’t about to let me sleep in the house. How could he explain that to your mom? I’m supposed to be on Madeline, living on my parents’ sailboat. Remember?”
“Yeah, but he’s making you sleep outside?”
“I always sleep outside. Don’t be mad at him. I promised I’d behave, and I want to stay on his good side.”
“So …?” I asked. “How did it go?”
Calder smiled in the darkness. “He transformed, all right. He’s a natural.” His eyes tightened on the last word. “Better than me when I was new.”
“Where is he now?” I asked.
“In the house, hopefully sleeping. The transformation back to legs took a lot out of him. He was puking for a good half hour.”
I bit my lip and turned to look at the house. “Are you sure he’s okay? Maybe I should go check on him.”
“Relax, Lily. This went much better than either of us expected. Something about science types, they find this wholething more fascinating than horrifying. That must be why Mother sought them out.”
I groaned in disgust.
“Hey,” Calder said. “Don’t forget this was your idea. We’re heading out again at sunrise.”
I climbed into the hammock alongside
“You know what? I wish I’d never told you about any of this. This was my secret. I shared it with you, but now you’re taking it from me.”
“Lily, I’m not taking anything from you. Frankly, I don’t want any of it.”
I wiped my face on my pillow. Dad headed for the door, then he stopped and turned at the threshold. “You’re too young to feel so strongly about someone.”
I almost smiled. “Maybe you’re too old to remember.”
He smiled, and for a second, he was just my dad again. Normal Dad. The dad I wanted to remember. “Touché, sweet girl. I’ll be as quick a study as I can. I’ll have him back soon.”
“Promise?” I asked, wondering if he was enough of a merman that I could bind him to his word. But he wouldn’t take the bait, and my door closed softly behind him, without an answer.
I flipped on my light and pulled MY SCRIBBLINGS out from under my mattress. I bit down hard on my pencil to keep from crying. Within seconds, the loneliness I felt poured out of my heart and onto the page.
I almost missed the sound of one clean dive, followed by the sound of a second body convulsing in the water.
MY SCRIBBLINGS
The Fool Hearty
You left me where you found me ,
A buzzing
early summer morning with the newborn honeybee
and the hatching bird .
The wind slaps slapped my face for my impertinence
in thinking you were mine to keep .
And mushrooms
like bald-capped actors memorizing their lines
gathered ’round the spot where last you you last stood
and promised me your love, still
wet with dew .
Not yet burned by the rising sun .
—Lily Hancock (Bayfield, Wisconsin)
9
SERIOUS
I fell asleep with MY SCRIBBLINGS still in my hands. Sometime after two a.m., the rain stopped and the silence woke me. Moon shadows flickered across my walls. June bugs bounced against the window screen. Restless and lonely, I tiptoed down the stairs and out the door, closing it gently, resisting the pull of the springs that wanted to snap it shut. The porch steps creaked, but I didn’t think the noise was enough to wake Mom.
I walked halfway across the yard and peered out toward the islands, wondering where Dad and Calder were now. “Calder,” I said, under my breath.
“What are you doing, Lily? I told you to stay away from the water.” I turned and saw a dark shape sit up in the hammock under the trees.
“Calder? You’re back? Already? What are you doing in the hammock?”
He answered my questions in succession. “Yes. Clearly. For now. And trying to sleep. You’ve been tossing and turning all night.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were out here?”
“Jason told me not to.”
“And you listened?”
“Of course I did. I want to stay close to you, and he wasn’t about to let me sleep in the house. How could he explain that to your mom? I’m supposed to be on Madeline, living on my parents’ sailboat. Remember?”
“Yeah, but he’s making you sleep outside?”
“I always sleep outside. Don’t be mad at him. I promised I’d behave, and I want to stay on his good side.”
“So …?” I asked. “How did it go?”
Calder smiled in the darkness. “He transformed, all right. He’s a natural.” His eyes tightened on the last word. “Better than me when I was new.”
“Where is he now?” I asked.
“In the house, hopefully sleeping. The transformation back to legs took a lot out of him. He was puking for a good half hour.”
I bit my lip and turned to look at the house. “Are you sure he’s okay? Maybe I should go check on him.”
“Relax, Lily. This went much better than either of us expected. Something about science types, they find this wholething more fascinating than horrifying. That must be why Mother sought them out.”
I groaned in disgust.
“Hey,” Calder said. “Don’t forget this was your idea. We’re heading out again at sunrise.”
I climbed into the hammock alongside
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