Finnish grammar reader, the recycled pages gray and soft as newspaper. It lay open to a worksheet on familiesâ äiti, isä, sisko, veli . Mother, father, sister, and brother. Beside the words was a space where you could practice writing them, dark with shaky pencil marks. Tess recognized her brotherâs handwriting. Heâd written only one of the words, over and over, stretching out beyond the dotted lines. Ãiti-Ãiti-Ãiti-Ãiti . Mom-Mom-Mom-Mom. All his life, Tessâs little brother had longed for a missingparent. Now it was two for the price of one.
âGet angry,â Tess thought. Actually, she did more than think it. She whispered it aloud. Because anger was the only alternative she could see to sinking to the floor right then and there and crying for a month or so. She slapped the workbook shut, focusing on the revolting thought of Mrs. Ridgelandâs plump, plaster-white fingers on it. Itâs not that Tess had any illusions. She didnât think that she and Axel would keep living in the A-frame by themselves, taking the bus to school in Baldwin, ordering groceries online, and drilling each other on Finnish verbs every evening. And she knew that Grandpa Paul would never leave his juniper woods to live up here with them. But still, the speed with which they were being booted out was ridiculous. âYou should have told us,â she said.
Mrs. Ridgeland paused to consider this. âMaybe,â she said, breezing through the maze of boxes like she owned the place. Which, to be fair, she did. âBut it had to be done, and you couldnât have changed it. If you want, you can come by tomorrow morning to help finish up. In the meantime, youâve got to change.â
The service was scheduled for midday, in the Oakwood Cemetery down in Syracuse. It was abig, old cemetery that abutted the south end of the SUNY College of Environmental Science and Forestry, where their father had taught undergraduates about lichens and hardwoods. The Oakwood was also where their mother was buried, and Samâs plot would be right beside hers. Grandpa Paul was supposed to land in the late morning, presumably with his new lady friend in tow, and would meet Tess and Axel at the cemetery. Tess hoped that her granddad would be able to hold it together and make it through the day. She hoped that sheâd be able to, as well, because whenever she lost her immediate focus on the boxes, or her clothes, or spying on Axel to judge his energy levels, the world went flimsy. Tess felt a sadness so deep and desperate that it was like the sunâshe was sure that if she looked right at it, sheâd go blind.
âI know that was a shock,â Mrs. Ridgeland said as they left the A-frame and got back into her car. âIâm sorry about that. I donât mean to make you feel like youâre being pushed out. But we have to be realistic.â She backed them down the dirt drive. A minute later they were on 690, heading southeast. It was the exact same route their dad had taken, not even a week ago, on the night of the brown bear.
âEverythingâs been worked out with a moving company,â Mrs. Ridgeland went on. âYour stuffshould arrive at your grandparentsâ place in no time at all.â
âWhat about Bigwig?â Axel said, tugging at his shiny sleevesâthe only thing he had that approached funeral attire was a costume tux from the previous Halloween. âI think weâll need special papers,â he went on. âItâs not the same for a hare.â
âWhatâs that?â Mrs. Ridgeland eyed him in the rearview.
âAs a rabbit,â Axel said. âI mean, I think itâs easier for a rabbit.â They stared at each other via reflections.
âIâm not following.â
Axel sighed. He kept his voice reasonable. âBigwig is a hare . Sheâs technically a wild animal. We need a permit to take her out of the
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