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He cranked the motor and said； “No； sweetheart。 I'm glad you're ing。”
We didn't say much to each other on the drive over to Greenhaven。 He seemed to want to
look at the scenery and I； well； I had a lot of questions；
but none I wanted to ask。 It was nice； though； riding with my father。 It was like the silence
connected us in a way that explanations never could。
When we arrived at Greenhaven； my father parked the truck； but we didn't get out right away。
“It takes some getting used to； Julianna； but it does
grow on you。 They grow on you。 They're all good people。”
I nodded； but felt oddly afraid。
“e on； then；” he said； taking the sack from the seat。 “Let's go inside。”
Greenhaven didn't look like any kind of hospital to me； but it didn't look quite like a house；
either。 It was too long and rectangular for that。 The
walkway had a faded green awning that covered it； and flower beds alongside with freshly
planted pansies that looked muddied and slightly askew。
The grass was patchy； with three deep holes dug near the building。
“The residents tend the grounds；” my father said。 “It's part of their occupational training
program； and it's therapeutic。 Those holes are the future
homes of Peach； Plum； and Pear。”
“Fruit trees？”
“Yes。 The vote caused quite a motion。”
“Among the … residents？”
“That's right。” He swung open one of the glass double doors and said； “e on in。”
It was cool inside。 And it smelled of pine cleaner and bleach； with something vaguely
pungent underneath。
There wasn't a reception desk or waiting area； just a large intersection with white walls and
narrow wooden benches。 To the left was a big room
with a television and several rows of plastic chairs； to the right were open office doors； and
beside us were two pine armoires。 One was open； with
half a dozen gray sweaters hung neatly in a row。
“Good morning； Robert！” a woman called through one of the office doors。
“Good morning； Josie；” my father replied。
She came out to meet us； saying； “David's up and about。 Has been since around six。 Mabel
tells me it's his birthday today。”
“Mabel is right again。” He turned to me and smiled。 “Josie； it's my pleasure to introduce my
daughter； Julianna。 Julianna； meet Josie
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Gruenmakker。”
“Well now； isn't this nice；” Josie said； clasping my hand。 “I recognize you from David's photo
album。 You're gettin' ready to graduate into high
school； isn't that right？”
I blinked at her； then looked at my dad。 I'd never really thought of it that way； but I could see
that he had。 “Yes； I …I suppose I am。”
“Josie's the site administrator。”
“And；” Josie added with a laugh； “I'm not graduatin' to nowhere！ Been here seventeen years；
and I'm staying put。” The phone rang and she hurried
off； saying； “Gotta get that。 I'll meet up with you in a bit。 Check the rec room； then his room。
You'll find him。”
My dad led me around a corner； and as we proceeded down a hallway； the underlying
pungent part of the smell got stronger。 Like the place had
had years of Mystery Pissers； with no one quite neutralizing what had been tagged。
Down the hall was a small person hunched in a wheel…chair。 At first I thought it was a child；
but as we approached； I could see it was a woman。
She had almost no hair； and as she gave my dad a toothless smile； she grabbed his hand
and spoke。
My heart bottomed out。 The sounds she made were choked and lost on her tongue。 Nothing
she said was intelligible； yet she looked at my father
with such intensity—like of course he understood what she was saying。
To my plete surprise； he said； “You're absolutely right； Mabel。 It is today。 Which is why
I'm here。” He held up the grocery sack and whispered；
“I've brought him a little gift。”
“Gwa…aaal；” she said。 “How'd you know？”
She gurgled at him until he patted her hand and said； “I'm much too predictable； I'm afraid。
But he enjoys them； and…” He noticed her gaze shift
in my direction。
“Hoo haa；” she said。
“This is my daughter； Julianna。 Julianna； I'd like you to meet the extraordinary Miss Mabel。
She can remember everyone's birthday； and she has a
real passion for strawberry milkshakes。”
I managed a smile and whispered； “Nice to meet you；” but all I got in return was a suspicious
scowl。
“Well； we're off to David's；” my father said； then shook the bag。 “Don't spill the beans if he
happens by。”
I followed him to a bedroom doorway； where he stopped and called； “David？ David； it's
Robert。”
A man appeared at the door。 A man I would never have picked out as my father's brother。 He
was stocky； with thick brown glasses； and his face
looked puffy and pale。 But he threw his arms around my father's chest and cried； “Wobbad！
Yaw heew！”
“Yes； I am； little brother。”
I followed them into the room and saw that the walls were covered in a collage of puzzles。
They'd been glued directly to the walls and even up on
the ceiling！ It was cozy and fortable； and interesting。 I felt as though I'd entered a quilted
cave。
My father held his brother at arm's length and said； “And look who I've brought along！”
For a split second David looked almost frightened； but then my father said； “It's my daughter；
Julianna。”
David's face broke into a smile。 “Ju…weee…an…na！” he cried； then practically tackled me with a
hug。
I thought I was going to suffocate。 My face was buried as he squeezed the air out of me and
rocked from side to side。 Then with a giggle he let go
and flopped into a chair。 “Is mooy bwuf…day！”
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“I know； Uncle David。 Happy birthday！”
He giggled again。 “Fwank eoow！”
“We brought you a present；” my dad said as he opened the paper sack。
Before he had it out； before I saw the actual size； I remembered the sound it had made when
I'd shaken it in the truck。 Of course！ I thought。 A
puzzle。
Uncle David guessed it； too。 “A pule？”
“Not just a puzzle；” my dad said as he pulled it out of the sack。 “A puzzle and a pinwheel。”
Dad had wrapped the puzzle box up in pretty blue paper and had taped the red…and…yellow
pinwheel on as a bow。 Uncle David snatched the
pinwheel right off and blew。 First gently； then fiercely； in great spitty bursts。 “Ownge！” he
cried between blows。 “Ownge！”
Very gently Dad took it from him and smiled。 “Red and yellow do make orange； don't they？”
David tried to grab it back； but my father said； “We'll
take it outside later。 The wind will blow it for you；” and pressed the puzzle back in his hands。
As the wrapping paper fell in shreds on the floor； I leaned in to see what sort of puzzle my
father had bought him and gasped。 Three thousand
pieces！ And the image was simply white clouds and blue sky。 No shading； no trees—nothing
but the clouds and the sky。
My father pointed to a spot in the center of the ceiling。 “I thought it would fit just right over
there。”
Uncle David looked up and nodded； then lunged for his pinwheel and said； “Owsiiide？”
“Sure。 Let's go out for a walk。 Feel like going down to McElliot's for a birthday ice cream？”
Uncle David's head bobbed up and down。 “Yaaah！”
We checked out through Josie； then headed down the street。 David can't walk very fast
because his body seems to want to move inward instead
of forward。 His feet pigeon…toe and his shoulders hunch in； and he seemed to lean on my
father pretty heavily as we moved along。
But he kept that pinwheel in front of him； watching it spin； crying every now and then；
“Oange； oange！”
McElliot's turned out to be a drugstore with an ice cream parlor inside。 There was a red…and…
white…striped awning over the ice cream counter；
and there were little white tables and chairs set in an area with red…and…white…striped
wallpaper。