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chair and another and onto the sofa;
I think she climbed on every piece of furniture in the house. I remember chasing her all over the house. I don’t think there
was one single place that she didn’t sniff. And when she was finished, she jumped right back into my mother’s chair.
“I picked her up and put her in my lap, and she licked my face with her scratchy tongue and purred. I remember feeling so
happy. I remember laughing and laughing. It felt so good.
“I heard my father scolding my aunt in the other room. He said, ‘A thousand kittens won’t bring her mother back!’
“And my aunt replied, ‘I’m not trying to bring her mother back—I’m trying to bring Annette back.’
“And I remember thinking. Yes, I’m back.
”Sara felt thrill bumps bumping up all over her body. She could hardly believe the things she was hearing from Annette. She
knew, without any doubt, that it was time to share her secret about Solomon with her new friend. She could hardly wait to
find Seth to tell him that she’d changed her mind. She wanted to tell Annette everything. And most of all, Sara wanted Annette
to meet her friend Solomon.
C HAPTER 14
Explaining Who Solomon Is
S ara left school as quickly as she could. She hoped that she would meet up with Seth on the way to the tree house so that she
could tell him her new decision about letting Annette know about Solomon. But Seth and Annette had already arrived and were,
in fact, waiting for Sara.
“Hi, guys,” Sara said breathlessly as she climbed up into the tree house.
“Hi, Sara.” Seth grinned. He was glad to see her.
The three of them sat awkwardly looking at each other. Then all of a sudden, Annette blurted out, “My mom says that I should.
. . .” Her voice trailed off. She looked down and fidgeted with the locket hanging around her neck.
Sara and Seth looked at each other. “What in the world—”
“She said that you aren’t like most kids. She said that you understand death. She said that you have a dead friend, too, and
that your dead friend knows me, too.”
Sara and Seth looked at each other. Neither of them knew what to say.
“Well,” Sara began, “our friend isn’t exactly dead anymore. I mean, he was dead, but now he’s not.”
Annette squinted her eyes and looked at Sara, trying to make sense of what she’d just heard. “He was dead, but isn’t now?”
“See, he was alive.” Seth tried to help. “Solomon, that is, that’s his name, but then Sara’s little brother and his friend
killed him with a gun.”
Now Annette’s eyes were open wide. “Killed him with a gun? These boys killed this man, Solomon, with a gun?”
“Oh no, Annette, Solomon’s not a man. He’s an owl.”
“Your dead friend is an owl?”
Sara and Seth looked at each other. This was coming out all wrong. “Well, he’s not dead now. But he is an owl. A talking owl.”
Annette took a deep breath and leaned back against the tree. “Oh, I see.”
Sara and Seth sat quietly, looking at each other and then at Annette. This wasn’t going well at all. What if Annette doesn’t believe us? What if she just thinks we’re crazy? And worst of all, what if she tells somebody else what we’ve told her? Sara wished that they hadn’t tried to tell Annette about Solomon. But it was too late to take it back.
“What do you mean that this Solomon owl was dead but now is alive?”
Sara took a deep breath. “Well,” she said, hesitantly, “it’s sort of a long story, but here goes.” She absentmindedly pushed
the sleeves up on her sweater as if she were really getting ready to go to work on something. Seth sat down next to Sara,
looking at her intently. He folded his long legs up and leaned forward as if he were eager to hear the interesting story that
was about to be told. Sara could feel him next to her, and she felt a feeling of comfort wash over her as she realized that
this time the two of them were in this together. She didn’t feel so
I think she climbed on every piece of furniture in the house. I remember chasing her all over the house. I don’t think there
was one single place that she didn’t sniff. And when she was finished, she jumped right back into my mother’s chair.
“I picked her up and put her in my lap, and she licked my face with her scratchy tongue and purred. I remember feeling so
happy. I remember laughing and laughing. It felt so good.
“I heard my father scolding my aunt in the other room. He said, ‘A thousand kittens won’t bring her mother back!’
“And my aunt replied, ‘I’m not trying to bring her mother back—I’m trying to bring Annette back.’
“And I remember thinking. Yes, I’m back.
”Sara felt thrill bumps bumping up all over her body. She could hardly believe the things she was hearing from Annette. She
knew, without any doubt, that it was time to share her secret about Solomon with her new friend. She could hardly wait to
find Seth to tell him that she’d changed her mind. She wanted to tell Annette everything. And most of all, Sara wanted Annette
to meet her friend Solomon.
C HAPTER 14
Explaining Who Solomon Is
S ara left school as quickly as she could. She hoped that she would meet up with Seth on the way to the tree house so that she
could tell him her new decision about letting Annette know about Solomon. But Seth and Annette had already arrived and were,
in fact, waiting for Sara.
“Hi, guys,” Sara said breathlessly as she climbed up into the tree house.
“Hi, Sara.” Seth grinned. He was glad to see her.
The three of them sat awkwardly looking at each other. Then all of a sudden, Annette blurted out, “My mom says that I should.
. . .” Her voice trailed off. She looked down and fidgeted with the locket hanging around her neck.
Sara and Seth looked at each other. “What in the world—”
“She said that you aren’t like most kids. She said that you understand death. She said that you have a dead friend, too, and
that your dead friend knows me, too.”
Sara and Seth looked at each other. Neither of them knew what to say.
“Well,” Sara began, “our friend isn’t exactly dead anymore. I mean, he was dead, but now he’s not.”
Annette squinted her eyes and looked at Sara, trying to make sense of what she’d just heard. “He was dead, but isn’t now?”
“See, he was alive.” Seth tried to help. “Solomon, that is, that’s his name, but then Sara’s little brother and his friend
killed him with a gun.”
Now Annette’s eyes were open wide. “Killed him with a gun? These boys killed this man, Solomon, with a gun?”
“Oh no, Annette, Solomon’s not a man. He’s an owl.”
“Your dead friend is an owl?”
Sara and Seth looked at each other. This was coming out all wrong. “Well, he’s not dead now. But he is an owl. A talking owl.”
Annette took a deep breath and leaned back against the tree. “Oh, I see.”
Sara and Seth sat quietly, looking at each other and then at Annette. This wasn’t going well at all. What if Annette doesn’t believe us? What if she just thinks we’re crazy? And worst of all, what if she tells somebody else what we’ve told her? Sara wished that they hadn’t tried to tell Annette about Solomon. But it was too late to take it back.
“What do you mean that this Solomon owl was dead but now is alive?”
Sara took a deep breath. “Well,” she said, hesitantly, “it’s sort of a long story, but here goes.” She absentmindedly pushed
the sleeves up on her sweater as if she were really getting ready to go to work on something. Seth sat down next to Sara,
looking at her intently. He folded his long legs up and leaned forward as if he were eager to hear the interesting story that
was about to be told. Sara could feel him next to her, and she felt a feeling of comfort wash over her as she realized that
this time the two of them were in this together. She didn’t feel so
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