Carling lets me go to Goldstream after all. It’s a long, bumpy ride on the orange school bus. At the park, a biologist cuts open a dead salmon. She teaches us not to say Yuck! but rather, How interesting! The salmon’s heart is a deep red-purple. Its liver is purple-brown. Its brain is white! The ...
Clem says. “Home?” I ask. “You know what I mean.” Clem suddenly stops. We’re in front of an apartment window at sidewalk level. It’s a blazing rectangle of yellow in the dark night. “Look.” Inside the apartment, a large man in sweatpants reclines in an easy chair in front ...
Mom says at breakfast. I’m wearing my kilt with the dragonfly T-shirt and leg warmers I made last night. I used the sleeves of an old sweater. “I noticed Deirdre got the dress you practically lived in last summer,” Mom says. “I’m surprised you gave it away.” “It was hard to give stuff up at first...
He was hiking up Bear Hill. “What a day,” Slick says as he sits down to dinner. “Beautiful weather. The sun always recharges me.” “So you’re solar-powered?” I tease. “I heard about your protest, Liza,” Slick answers, his voice gravelly. He stares straight ahead. “On the radio, as I was driving ba...