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Bristlecone Magic

Dennis De Rose

Anu

The Anu is my page break or as some call it my dinkus. How apropos. I felt like a dinkus many times while rereading my manuscript with its many mistakes and plot holes. Anu (or An) was, according to the Mesopotamian and the Sumerian religons, the personification of the sky, the supreme god, the ruler or the father of the gods.

This book is suitable for readers from ages 12 to 109. I assure you there is no foul language in Bristlecone Magic, although there may be some fowl language sprinkled here and there.

Praises and Attaboys

I like the characters and the mood you’re creating. A touch of the eerie as we wonder if John actually died in the crash and Jim is talking to his ghost or just the imagination of his brother. The eyes of the buck-very vivid… Paul Levine, award-winning author, the Jake Lassiter series, Solomon vs. Lord and others I like the idea that the surviving brother talks to his deceased twin. That happens so often in real life. I love the fact that the parents are so forgiving, so loving. Love is all we have everyday, and in the end… Rosemary Roenfanz, author of 365 Gutsy Women The Bristlecone Magic story is magical and real, tragic and triumphant. Most importantly, it is a tale about faith in the face of fate. When you believe in the magic of humanity, anything is possible. Pull up a chair and journey with the Honeycutt’s as they discover the magic in themselves…Chiara Talluto, author of She Made it Matter, Tulipia, Petrella and Love’s perfect Surrender From the opening I was in the story. That’s one of the things I liked. I was totally involved with the characters. There were lots of smiles and moments of laughter to balance the shock of Jim losing his twin brother and guilt weighing him down. I liked his inseparable connection with John and the faith of family and friends. The magic discovered in the Bristlecone was superb, anchoring him and generating hope for us, the readers…April McDaniel, author of Appearances Wow. You made me say the three magic words every Mystery/Thriller writer hopes their reader says, "Then what happened?" Great opening…You, my friend, are a brilliant storyteller. I know this is not a thriller per se, but it has a hammerlock on my attention and just won't let go. Nicholas Chiarkas, author of Weepers, an award-winning mystery/suspense set in 1957 NYC I grew quite fond of this family, especially Jim and Julie. The farm and home scenes were nicely done and I enjoyed the strong descriptions of the family. The journey through the tree mystery and miracle was the most fun for me. It was nice to see their kindness, being so respectful. Dennis does an awesome job

creating realistic characters, so well-developed throughout the story. And the ending was worth the wait, at least for me. If you enjoy a clean enjoyable Christian fantasy, you will enjoy this one… Joy Hannabass, a 5 star review for Readers Favorite I loved every word that you wrote. I have to read more! When will your book be finished? You definitely have a gift in writing. Keep me posted! ... Nancy McKeague, an avid reader Bristlecone Magic is such a comforting read. The author captured grief, guilt, and sadness perfectly. The plot highlights the magical powers we all possess if we let go of our negative inner dialogue. The events in this novel demonstrate that everything happens for a reason; even negative situations to teach us valuable lessons. The community spirit throughout the story was extremely heartwarming and shows what can be accomplished by working as a collective. I loved the scenes which showed the power of gratitude and the importance of generosity to others. The relationship between Jim and Julie was so loving and ive and this developed perfectly as the plot progressed. Every character was created with a great deal of care and consideration and the dialogue exchanges between them were amazing. This is a wonderful story of hope, positivity, and optimism… Lesley Jones, a 5 star review for Readers Favorite

My Disclaimer: This novel’s story and characters are mostly fictitious. Certain existing institutions, place names and agencies are mentioned to add reality to the story, but the characters involved are wholly imaginary except for the Rev. Amy Garrett, Timothy Husson, Anne Paulson and Mary Ann Brown (used with permission).

Bristlecone Magic Copyright © 2021 Dennis De Rose

All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means— electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the copyright holder, except as provided by United States of America copyright law and fair use. To request permission to use a brief quote in a book review only, Dennis De Rose at [email protected]

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2021911740

ISBN print 978-1-7374042-0-0 ALSO

ISBN ebook 978-1-7374042-1-7

First paperback edition June 2021.

Edited by Dennis De Rose Moneysaver Editing

Cover art by Michelle Rene Goodhew Mundus Media Ink

Layout/Formatting by Michael Lacey with Story-Builds.com via Cutting Edge Studio

Photographs used with permission, Havel Ruck Projects for Inversion House

Dedication photo-Heather Davis Photography

The Lighter Fluid Gang, a poem

Reprinted by permission Vincent Spada.

Printed in the USA by IngramSpark.

Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

“I’m allergic to snowbirds.”

Chapter 2

“Be careful when you climb that ladder.”

Chapter 3

"Mr. Farmer, Jim never said goodbye."

Chapter 4

“Dad, why didn’t you sit upfront?”

Chapter 5

“Umm, why are you whispering?”

Chapter 6

“I might just forget about those teaspoons.”

Chapter 7

“I would say it was magic.”

Chapter 8

“Everything in its time Julie.”

Chapter 9

“Surprisingly, I don’t mind.”

Chapter 10

“I had to check my underwear.”

Chapter 11

“To everything there is a season…”

Chapter 12

Beware the door before!

The Lighter Fluid Gang

One Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

About the Author

Thank You

Acknowledgments

A 1918 newspaper ad was the first to quote these exact words, “One picture is worth a thousand words.” I want to thank Dean Ruck and Dan Havel for their 2005 Houston creation, Inversion House. I would never have written Bristlecone Magic if I hadn’t seen the photo on the net. My deepest thanks go to a dear friend, Rev. Amy Garrett, for allowing me to include her as one of my main characters. Her love for Christ, people and community was invaluable. Without her, the story would be incomplete. My good friend, Tim Husson, stepped up to the plate when I asked him, after the fact, if he would allow me to crown him the president of American City Bank. He graciously accepted or I would have had to make major time-consuming revisions. After all, I see him as being presidential. I have known Chiara Talluto, a Chicago-based author of four books, for several years and she has always been there for me, ready to help with projects big and small. She read Bristlecone Magic offering suggestions and catching my faux pas. She even helped me fashion my back cover blurb. I would be remiss if I did not thank those who have read my book from cover to cover: Nicholas Chiarkas, April McDaniel, Michelle Renee Goodhew, Nicole Thomas, Robin Applegate Bjorn and Lisa Heron. They offered suggestions and praised my story.

Many others have taken the time to read segments or comment and give me their honest : Paul Levine, John Dedakis, Deb Settle, Gina LoBiondo, Donna DeJong, Andy Smith, Bridget Myslinski, Barbara Morris-Nicodemus, Barbara Scully Rog, Sharon Siegel, Nancy McKeague, Dr. Peter Holst, Carol Kumburis, Rosemary Roenfanz, Michelle De Rose, Judy Hoover and Mary Mcdonough. Apologies to those I did not include. Vincent Spada deserves special recognition. He is an obscure writer from Massachusetts and the founder of The Lighter Fluid Gang, a very important concept in the story. April Hozapfel, thank you for playing “American City Bank” with me all those years ago. Alexander Serrano, a hair stylist at Mari’s Beauty Salon, thank you for making me look sharp as a tack for my author photo. You are an artist with clippers and scissors. Anne Paulson and Mary Ann Brown, Dodge Memorial Library for allowing me to use your names to add some reality to the story. Beth Crosby (Editor Beth) for throwing me an editorial lifeline.

Lastly, but certainly not least, I would like to thank my readers, those who have read and those who will read my story. If you like it please let me know. If not, feel free to comment, I need all the help I can get. Perhaps Bristlecone Magic will spur you along to write your own story. After all, we all have one to tell if we are willing to take time to immerse ourselves in it.

Dedication

Used with permission Heather Davis Photography

Ray and Carolyn Greene are two amazing people. I am certain Ray is looking down from Heaven, iring Carolyn as she continues her ministry spreading the good news of the gospels, despite his absence. It’s tough to talk about Ray without mentioning Carolyn because they were like peas and carrots. He was the jelly to Carolyn’s peanut butter. They raised ten wonderful children together surrounding them with their love and God’s grace. Ray was a Vietnam vet. For several years he was a radio frequency engineer, instrumental in restoring communications at Ground Zero during the 9/11 tragedy. Since Ray worked full-time, Carolyn homeschooled the children and kept their church ministry going. Their ministry was unique, attracting children from the neighborhood by hosting “Joy U”, a program they designed just for kids often incorporating one of their t specialties, clowning. It was such a joy to go to church every Sunday. Ray and Carolyn had a way of lighting up the room as if Jesus was sitting next to us during the service. I couldn’t see Him but I felt Him. And I the fun cookouts they hosted in their backyard, the games we played! On the 19 th anniversary of 9/11, Ray was interviewed. He talked for an hour about his life and the joy he’s had along the way. It’s here if you’d like to listen in: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpi_-Q2TwnE. These are Ray’s parting words, paraphrased,

“My life has been full of joy and I want to go out with a bang. I want balloons at my funeral to commemorate our clown ministry. I know where I’m going so it’s OK. Life is exciting, how miraculous. May God bless all of you!”

1

“I’m allergic to snowbirds.”

Jim slumped down at the base of an old pine, a really old pine. It was the largest, tallest, widest tree for miles and miles but Jim had never seen it before. With no one around to see or criticize him, the tears began to flow. Sobs of guilt and remorse wracked his soul as he ed the raw events of the night before. He had been walking through these old forests his whole life, well almost his whole life; Jim had just turned twenty. It was his birthday, and John’s. He wandered aimlessly, deep in thought, not really knowing where he was headed. Usually he had a destination in mind. One of his favorite places was the old fort he and his brother, John, had built when they were both seven. …But not today.

Jim grabbed John’s shoulder and shook him hard. “Come on John, let’s go, Mom and Dad are asleep. They’ll never know and we’ll be back before they both get up to take a bathroom break. We have been talking about this for a week.” “You have been talking about it, Jimmy. I know you’re not the sharpest tack in the box but this is a dumb idea. Did you look outside before we went to bed?” “What’s a little snow, don’t be a wuss. Besides, the car has four-wheel drive and Dad just put those tires on a month ago. What could go wrong? I was just outside and there are only a couple inches of snow.” “Jimmy, I suppose you’re gonna bug the crap outta me until I do just what you want and I bet you want me to drive too, right? Jimmy started fidgeting as he nodded. “If anything goes wrong it’s your ass on the line, not mine; now move outta the way so I can get dressed. Hand me my boots. And while you’re waiting, go outside and clean off the car.” Jimmy rushed out, slamming the bedroom door on the way. John looked up to the ceiling in silent prayer as he headed downstairs. “Jimmy, your idea sucks. We only just got our permits a week ago and it’s snowing out here like crazy. How many hours do we each have behind the wheel? Not enough as far as I’m concerned. Get in the car and buckle up.” “John, stop being a worrywart. Ain’t nothing gonna happen. All’s we’re doing is riding a mile down the road by ourselves, on our own with nobody around to tell us what to do. It’ll be our first trip together, driving to that little field by the side of the road where you can look up and see every star in the universe. And besides, the speed limit is only thirty, what could go wrong?” “Okay but I’m not going more than twenty-five miles an hour cause of the snow plus I can hardly see with all this snow flying around. Here we go.” John looked over at Jim. He had a smile on his face a mile wide. My God, you’d think we were riding the Kingda Ka, going 128 miles an hour! He looks happier than a pig in the mud. John was keeping a sharp eye on the road while Jim was looking all around, even though there wasn’t much to see. He hit that buck at twenty-four miles an hour, unable to react in time even though he saw the massive deer at the edge of

the road. It flipped over the hood of the car, the windshield shattered and its left antler gored him in the neck. His immediate reaction was to brake as both airbags deployed. Jim looked over at his brother. John tried to say something, smiled and closed his eyes…

Jim had been too keyed up to sleep after coming home from the Champlain Valley Medical Center. He was given a clean bill of health by Dr. Clarke, the night shift physician. Other than the cut on his arm from a shard of window glass, a few scratches and the burns on his wrists from the airbag, he was fine, physically. He couldn’t stop thinking about the ambulance at the scene of the accident and the policemen who asked him a million questions. Say, did you know that airbag flew out at you doing 254 miles an hour! The same phrase kept rattling around in his brain over and over. His head throbbed, ing the event as clearly as if it just happened, the scene playing over and over in his head like a tired movie reel: The screech of the brakes; watching helplessly as blood spewed from John’s carotid artery; the sound shattered glass makes flying inward in an enclosed space; that sharp bone protruding from John’s neck and the dead eyes of the buck staring at him accusingly. But worst of all was seeing the simple smile on John’s face as if he was trying to convey a silent message. He couldn’t bear it so he forced himself to withdraw. Sitting at the base of that ancient tree he let his mind wander, hoping he’d be able to drive the vivid scenes and that pointless phrase out of his head. His mom and dad were never too far removed from his thoughts. He ed their last summer picnic, September 21 st, the last day of summer. His mom, Clarissa, and his dad, Ben, had packed a fun lunch (fun because it was full of sweet stuff they knew was off-limits). John and Jimmy had peeked in the basket when their parents were in the living room discussing their outing, a leisurely twenty minute hike on a well-worn path still on the Honeycutt estate. While Clarissa arranged the huge basket and its contents on a tattered red and black checkered tablecloth, Ben took the boys aside, sitting at the base of a distant pine, one of hundreds scattered willy-nilly on the property. Ben ired the young men his boys were becoming, just looking at them, waiting for either one to start a conversation. John looked at Jimmy and Jimmy stared back. Both were thinking the same thing. The twins often did that. Why is Dad looking at us, not saying a word? What is he thinking? The silence was maddening until John started in, “Dad, you know what? Let’s talk about something neither one of us has ever asked you. Can you tell us something about the Honeycutt

property?” Ben smiled, his favorite subject, local history… “Well boys, let me start at your beginning because that’s when everything changed for me and your mom. In 2000, when you both came into our world, we had been planning on moving here, to Clinton County. Your grandpappy, my dad Noah, had ed away only two months before you were born. I sure wish he could have seen what you guys have become. Anyway, he willed this whole estate to me, all 450 acres of it. We’re not anywhere near the property line. Look around you; some of these trees are older than Methuselah. Well, maybe even older. Did you guys know he lived to be over 900 years-old?” “Uh Dad, excuse me but you’re way off topic here. I know you’re almost sixty but… Methuselah, come back to us.” “Sorry John. Sorry Jimmy. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, Grandpa Noah… he was born in 1920. As it turns out, his mom and dad saved a lot of their money. I my Grandpa Ebenezer and my Grandma Clara. When I was a boy, my nickname for Grandpa was Tightwad, my brother Bernard’s was Old Skinflint, and our nickname for Granny was Santa, Santa Clara, she was the sweet one, always giving us penny candy when Tightwad wasn’t looking. But I barely them; they both ed away when I was only seven. I loved them but I think I loved Grandma Clara more, but not because of the candy. Your greatgrandpa Ebenezer and great-grandma Clara were both born in Georgia in 1880. Their parents were very poor and they were slaves during the Civil War. The slave owners were Honeycutts. …Hence, our name. Hey, I think I hear your mom’s sweet voice.” Jimmy was excited, “Dad, on the way back home can you tell us some more about our family history?” “Sure Jimmy. Let’s go boys. Feedbag’s on!” “Be right there, Clarissa. Give us a minute.”

The slightest smile graced Jim’s face as he thought of that summer picnic just four months ago to the day, one of the last memorable days he’d spent with his mom, his dad and Johnny. He sighed as a tear leaked out of his left eye and slowly dribbled down his cheek. He did not wipe it away with the sleeve of his hastily donned shirt. Slumping down even further he felt drained. Will I even have the strength to walk all the way back home? Jim had left the house before sunup. He couldn’t sleep anyway. The only reason he’d stopped next to this behemoth was because he was too tired to keep walking and he’d nearly tripped over an ancient gnarly root. Sitting up straighter, Jim glanced around as the haze lifted. Looking at his watch, the one his dad had given him just two days earlier, a “pre-birthday” present, he noticed it was just 8 AM. I can’t believe I’ve only been here an hour, seems like forever. My dad rocks; this old Timex is the best. Love that bright blue light. I gotta think about heading home. I didn’t think to leave a note and Mom and Dad will have a fit if I’m missing… again. A few more minutes and I’ll head back. Time to face the music, as Dad would say. Jim dreaded the thought of heading home to confront his parents. They had been too stunned to say much of anything to Jim when they got home from the hospital at 2 AM. Jim was in shock; he didn’t even climbing into his bed or if he did, or maybe he just sat in the chair next to his desk and waited. Resting, Jim closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, trying to relax, a technique John had tried to show him many times, with no or little success. He stayed that way for a minute, motionless. A low hum caught his attention, bringing him out of his calming state. Opening his eyes, Jim looked around but he could not place the noise. Let me close my eyes again, maybe that’ll help. After less than a minute he knew the sound was coming from above his head. Standing up, he noticed a big knot in the old gnarly tree about nine feet above the ground. That looks like a big old squirrel’s nest and that hum seems to be coming from within it. Now how am I gonna get up there. I wish Johnny was here. He’d know what to do. I’m not the sharpest tack in the drawer. Jim stopped and looked around as another tear rolled down his cheek from his right eye this time. What would John do?

He rested his left hand on the old trunk and closed his eyes, thinking. A smile creased his face as he opened his eyes and looked around. Now, if I can only find a large three-foot stump. Luck was in the air, all the nearby trees were older than dirt; many had broken apart over time, slowly turning into rich topsoil. Less than fifty feet away, Jim spied the last remnant of an old pine, a three-and–a-half-foot stump lying on its side. Jim walked over to it and stood there. Fifteen minutes and a cup of sweat later the stump sat next to the tree. The first time he tried to hoist himself up he nearly broke his wrist and clipped himself in the jaw. But he made it up on the second go-around. As he stood up on the stump, balancing himself on the less than flat base, the humming sound became louder. What the heck? Squatting down, the sound dwindled. Standing up slowly while leaning heavily on the trunk, Jim broke out into a cold sweat. I sure hope snakes don’t climb trees, especially rattlers. Jim yelled into the knotty hole. Here goes… please God! Jim’s left hand disappeared, then his wrist, his elbow and in up to his shoulder. I know there’s something in there that wants me to snatch it! But I can’t reach it. Jim overextended his shoulder until he felt a sharp twinge near his neck…that hurts! Jim withdrew his arm and looked at it for a few seconds while he tried to rub out the pain with his other hand. As carefully as he could, Jim lowered himself to the base of the stump and slid off until his feet touched the ground. Wow, that was scary. I better head back home, have to come back another day. Standing only six feet from the old pine, he could no longer hear that eerie sound. As Jim started heading back in the direction he thought he had come from, he stopped and turned around. “How am I gonna find this old monster again?” Looking around, he tried to memorize the area, the gnarly roots, the shape and height of the tree, the surrounding grassy expanse and the other trees nearby. Jim leaned against a nearby tree, closed his eyes and thought of John. As Jim opened his eyes he knew what he had to do. Turning back toward home he began to mark his trail with little piles of rocks, placing a broken tree limb here or there. Sure wish I had a can of white spray paint! I wonder if spray paint can kill a tree. Walking slowly while marking his return trail, another noise interrupted his thoughts, one he recognized. Hey, that’s Dad. He’s beeping the horn! Thoughts of that magnificent tree and the hum vanished as Jim ran toward the safety and comfort of his family.

Ben saw his son coming out of the woods and waved him over to the car. Jim stopped several feet in front of his father. Walking over to his son, he tried to put a smile on his face. A lone tear ran down his face but he missed it when he swiped at it with his sleeve. “Dad, are you and Mom mad at me? I wouldn’t blame you if you were. I forgot to feed the animals and I didn’t leave you a note. With everything that’s happened I never should have left to begin with. But I just had to get away; I needed to think and be by myself.” Ben gave his son a big hug and whispered in his ear, “Jim, we both love you no matter what happens or has happened.” Ben took a step back and put his arm around Jim’s shoulder. “We were worried about you but we knew you’d be back soon enough. Besides, I know how you get when you’re hungry. Come on into the house, your mom just finished frying up some thick slab bacon and those farm-fresh brown eggs you love so much. I took a quick trip to the bakery this morning and bought us a dozen assorted sweet buns. And don’t worry about the animals, I called the neighbors and asked them to feed the gang for the next four or five days.” “But Dad, how can you and Mom sit down and eat a big breakfast after what… what happened last night? My stomach is in knots, my nerves are on edge and I feel like screaming to high heaven… and I feel like an icicle.” They walked toward the house, arms around each other’s shoulders. “Jim, try to relax. Take a few deep breaths. what Johnny taught you about meditation. Do you know who taught Johnny?” Jim shook his head. “…I did.” My Johnny? Ben walked in the backdoor first and Jim followed right behind. “Sit at the table. Let me go and get your mom, I think she’s upstairs making the beds and gathering dirty laundry. By the way, I guess she doesn’t have to make yours, right?” Jim just shook his head and looked down at the table. Ben yelled up the stairs. “Clarissa, Jim’s back; hurry up before the food gets cold.” Clarissa yelled from the upstairs bathroom, “Okay dear, I’ll be down in two

shakes! I just need to wash my face and comb my hair.” I don’t want them to see me like this. Ben walked back to the kitchen table and sat down next to Jim. They just stared at each other for a full minute; Jim put his head on his dad’s shoulder. Two seconds later Jim began to shake and his eyes overflowed. Ben wiped Jim’s eyes with his bandanna and held him in his arms. Tears continued to flow while they sat together, father and son crying, arms wrapped around each other. After a few minutes, Jim sniffled, blew his nose and dried his eyes. “Hey Dad, please don’t tell Mom I was crying, okay?” “I won’t son, I promise if you promise not to tell her I cried too. Here comes your mom now.” “Good morning, Jim, you know we were worried sick about you, running off like that without even a note.” Clarissa glanced at her son as she carried his dirty clothes to the laundry room just to the right of the backdoor. “Let’s eat; we have a lot to do today.” Clarissa sat opposite Ben as she closed her eyes. Ben did the same grasping Clarissa’s right hand while Jim clasped his mother’s left hand. They settled down as Ben said a prayer over the food. Ben’s voice was a bit deeper than usual. Clarissa sighed once or twice as Jim screwed up his face. I sure wish Johnny was here. The ritual completed, Clarissa got up and served breakfast. The littlest smile crept over Jim’s face as he watched his mom serve him eggs, bacon, toast, light with plenty of real butter, fresh squeezed OJ and a warmed sweet bun on the side. Before Clarissa sat down to enjoy the meal, she rubbed Jim’s shoulder for a few seconds. As was custom the family ate in silence, not that it was against the rules to speak during the meal. But breakfast was a bit more somber than usual, Ben thought about John and Jim while he sipped his fresh-brewed Columbian. Clarissa tried to smile, all the while thinking about her family, their loss, but especially about Jim. Jim ate in small bites, not his usual shovel it in, feed the furnace race to finish style. He thought about his brother the whole time. When everyone was finished with their main course, Clarissa cleared the dishes while Ben poured himself and his wife a second cup of coffee. Jim helped himself to a second glass of orange juice. His early morning outing had left him

parched. Sweet bun in hand, Jim looked at his dad. Ben gave him the nod. He waited for his mom to re them. “Mom, Dad, I want to apologize for this morning. It was wrong of me to head out so early without leaving a note or waking you up to let you know I was going for a long walk in the woods. But…but more than anything, I need to tell you what happened last night.” Jim sighed deeply and looked down at his lap. Johnny please help me. After a lengthy pause, Jim continued, “After you guys went to bed, I begged Johnny to take the car so we could go for a short ride. We had our permits so I figured nothing would go wrong. All I wanted to do was drive a mile down the road to that small field, you know, the one where you can look up and see every star. I asked John to drive because he is the better driver. I hounded him until he agreed. But we never saw that 10 pointer until it was too late!”

“J im, are you alright…Jim?” He opened his eyes slowly until everything came into focus. Why am I lying in my bed in the middle of the day? He noticed his mom and dad sitting on either side of him. “What happened? What time is it and Mom, why are your eyes so red?” “It’s 2 PM, you fainted right after you told us what happened last night. We managed to get you into bed and called Dr. Clarke right away. We didn’t know what else to do but the doctor came over quick as can be. He gave you a checkup while you were asleep just to make sure you were okay.” Jim looked at his mother, his eyes grew wide; his skin color darkened. “Jim, it’s okay, we left the room while he examined you. Anyway, he told us you were suffering from exhaustion and anxiety and he gave me strict instructions to make sure you rest for the next two hours. We’ll talk again when you wake up, rest now for a bit. Oh, before I forget, he gave you a light sedative to calm your nerves.” Jim was too tired to reply as he rolled over and closed his eyes.

How am I gonna get up there? That knothole must be nine feet high. I wish Johnny was here; he’d know what to do…. How am I ever going to find my way home? And how am I ever going to find my way back to this tree. I wish John was here; he’d figure it out in a flash…Dear Lord, thank you for this food, I wish Johnny was here… I really need to tell you what happened last night. Jim sighed and looked down at his lap. Johnny please help me!

“M an, I feel like I’ve been hit by an 18-wheeler.” Jim looked over at his alarm clock. “I can’t believe it’s 4:30. I better get up and put on my happy face.” Jim walked across the hall to the bathroom and took a quick hot shower. I feel like I’m in heaven. Are you there, Johnny? “What a stupid thought. Why am I so dumb?” Ten minutes later he was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of tea with his mom. “Jimmy, I’m glad to see you’re up. You slept over two hours. I hope you like chamomile; that should help a lot. I’ve been told it’s a great stress reducer. In about half an hour, your dad and I are going to take a ride over to the church to speak to Reverend Garrett. Would you like to come along?” “No, but thanks Mom; would you mind if I take a walk down by the creek while you guys are gone? It’s very peaceful down there and I enjoy looking for fish, turtles and frogs. I promise I’ll be back before it gets too dark.” “Okay Jimmy, but be careful. And if the creek’s frozen over do not go on the ice. Make sure you wear your insulated boots, your heavy gloves and your winter coat. Oh, and I’m going to give you the extra tea, you can take it with you in your old thermos. I don’t want you to catch cold…and no funny business this time. Take a flashlight with you. The sun’s already beginning to set.” “And before I forget, you asked me earlier why my eyes were red. I just ed that I’m allergic to snowbirds!” “Thanks Mom, you’re the best. I’m going to head down to the creek as soon as I get my winter gear on and I’ll take that thermos. After this morning, I can sure use some more hot tea. I think chamomile is my new favorite.” Snowbirds, I think she’s pulling my leg. The creek was only six feet wide and usually no more than two feet deep. It was not visible from the backdoor but it was only a thousand feet away just beyond a string of young pine but still on the Honeycutt acreage. “Thank God, I won’t get lost here.” Jim found his favorite rock and settled down to think. I that dream as if I just woke up even though it’s been over an hour already. Usually I forget my dreams within five minutes. Johnny, I hope you’re okay. I’m okay, Jimmy. I’m standing right behind you. Turn around, dingbat.

“No way, I think I need more sleep. It must be the stress.” Jim did what his brother asked of him, like always. “I don’t believe it. Why are you here? How…?” You called for me, five times, no make that six to be exact. And you know how exact I am. Jim just shook his head. Let me give you the rundown. One, the knot in the tree; two, getting back home; three, when you said the prayer at the table; four, during your confession to Mom and Dad; five, in your dream; and six, in the shower of all places. Do you deny it? “Johnny, you know I can’t. But I can’t figure out why you’re here. Shouldn’t you be in heaven or at least standing at the gate? I know Peter won’t turn you away. You were always the saintly one and I was the trouble-maker.” Did you forget the promise we made that first day we spent in our fort when we were seven? , we promised to always have each other’s backs for ever and ever? Now do you see why I cannot ignore your calls for help? “That was so long ago. I did forget. Say, I gotta go; it’s getting really dark and I promised mom and dad I’d be back in a little while. I can’t wait to tell them all about you!” Wait, you can’t tell them about me. I know you’re not the sharpest but they’ll think you’ve gone around the bend. Is that what you want? I am here for you so don’t worry. “I guess not. See you around Johnny and…thanks.” Jim started walking home. After about twenty yards, he turned around but John was gone. Jim continued on home. As soon as Jim walked through the backdoor he saw the note on the table written in his mother’s stylish cursive scrawl: Jimmy, left-overs in oven, OJ in fridge, sweet bun on counter. Back later tonight, not too late. Enjoy meal and whatever you do, do not get into trouble. House better be clean when we get home. Love you, Mom and Dad. Jim grabbed the paper from the living room and sat at the table. Reading the news, he ate every morsel on his plate, engulfed his bun and drank his juice. Sure glad the paper doesn’t mention the accident or the deer…or Johnny. Feeling full he lay on their overstuffed couch with remote in hand. I hope Jeopardy’s on.

I’m in luck. Hello Alex! Sure hope you beat it.

“J immy, wake up.” Clarissa shook his shoulder gently as Jim rubbed the rheum from his eyes and sat up. “It’s important or I’d let you sleep. We just got back from the parsonage. You can go right to bed as soon as we’re done talking.” Jim was too bushed to talk so he just listened. “The reverend explained the burial process to us. She helped us compose John’s obituary notice. It will be in the papers tomorrow. She called Mr. Macky for us too; we have an appointment with him early tomorrow morning. Would you like to accompany us?” Listening to his mother, tears began to roll down his cheeks. The longer she talked, the more tears flowed unabated. After composing himself, Jim hesitated to catch his breath, “Um, Mom and Dad, I know what you’re saying and why you’re telling me but it’s too much to take in. It’s my fault. I’m all tuckered out. Can we talk again tomorrow?” He did not wait for a reply. “Good night. Love you both.” Bleary-eyed and wrung out, Jim ambled toward his bedroom. Once inside, he turned out the light and flung himself on the bed, clothes and all. In less than a minute he was asleep, tossing and turning for the rest of the night. His dreams were fleeting and sparse. John, I’m trying to tell you I am to blame…John appeared, shook his head and disappeared just as quickly.

2

“Be careful when you climb that ladder.”

The next morning Jim was up early. The sun had only been up for thirty minutes. He sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. It feels like I never slept. Maybe a cold shower will help. He was sitting at the kitchen table resting his head on his arms when his mother walked in to put the coffee on. “Did you sleep well, Jim? We’ll be heading to the funeral home in less than an hour, want to come? Breakfast will have to be quick today. Dad will be down in a few minutes.” Sitting up, Jim noticed a hanky in his mother’s hand. “I wish I could say I slept like a log but I slept like I was on a ship in a huge storm at sea. I’m still tired but I guess I could go to the funeral home with you guys. Maybe I need to get out, a change of pace. Can I have two slices of rye toast with butter and cherry jam? I’m not very hungry…Oh, and a small glass of cranberry juice.” I hear Dad on the stairs. Ben walked in, “Jimmy, are you alright; you don’t seem very chipper this morning. I guess your mom told you we’re going to see Martin Macky this morning. Are you coming along? I think I’ll just take a cup of coffee to go, along with a crumb bun and a few napkins.” “Dad, I slept pretty crappy last night but I guess I can tag along. I always feel better when I’m outside; I can’t explain it, maybe it’s the fresh air.” Ben grabbed the keys from the hook by the door. “We’ve only got thirty-five minutes. Let’s hop to it. Jim, get your warm coat. We got three more inches of fresh snow last night, good thing the car’s in the garage. I’m glad the funeral home isn’t in the next county otherwise we’d never make it.”

“Jim, are you buckled up. I better call the funeral home and let them know we’re on our way. Don’t drive too fast dear, the road looks slippery. Watch out for that pothole.” Clarissa, must you always be a backseat driver?

“W ow, we made it with a minute to spare. We’ll be right in, Ben; I need to speak to Jim first. We didn’t get a chance to talk at breakfast.” Ben nodded, got out, closed the door and hurried to the entrance. He looked back for a moment, opened the door and walked inside. “Jim, I know we’ve never done anything like this before, thank God. But you need to know… John’s body is still at the morgue. As soon as we pick out a casket and sign all the paperwork, the funeral staff will head over to the hospital, pick up Johnny and bring him back here to be prepped for the wake. Can you handle that?” Jim didn’t say a word; he opened the car door and up-chucked his meager morning meal. “Mom, does that answer your question? I think I’ll wait in the car. Please tell Mr. Macky I’m under the weather.” “Sweetheart, we won’t be long. We can’t rush the process but we’ll do our best to move things along. Will you be alright by yourself?” Jim nodded as Clarissa headed toward the front door. “John, I feel like I’m going to explode!” Jim rested his head on the front headrest after taking a sip of cold water. There’s always a bottle of water handy. I’m right here beside you, bro. I always keep my promises. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. Yesterday, at the creek, there was something important I wanted to tell you. What happened was my fault. I’m so sorry I nagged you to go for that drive, especially with the snow and all. I hope you’ll forgive me?” Oh ye of little faith. John was gone in a flash. Johnny never answered my question. He left me hanging. Jim shrugged and rested on the seatback while waiting for his parents to return. Mom and Dad have already been half an hour. I wonder how long this is going to take. Maybe I should go and see what’s taking so long? Jim stepped out of the car and checked his breath by cupping his hands in front of his nose. “I ed the smell test.” Several baby steps later he opened a side door.

“Mom and Dad, I’m here. Where are you guys?” Jim yelled as soon as he walked in. Clarissa had to clear her throat and dab at her eyes before she could find enough air to reply, “Jim, we’re in the display room picking out John’s casket. Come on in and we’ll pick one out together!” Ben held her hand while they looked around. “No thanks, Mom, I think I’ll just wait here in the hallway. Take your time.” While he waited, Jim thought about everything that had led up to him being in this place at this time. As he looked around his brother invaded his thoughts. I know this is the last place you really want to be. Maybe this will help you get through the day. Look in your left coat pocket. Here one second, gone the next. Wow, a purple pinecone, I’ve never seen one like this before and I don’t picking up any pinecones recently. Where did this come from and how did John know it was in my pocket? Jim decided to rest his eyes while he waited for his mom and dad. He was startled when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. “Jim, are you okay?” Jim mumbled a reply. “We signed all the papers and we chose a nice cherry coffin. We talked everything over with Mr. Macky; I think everything is set, almost everything. Your dad and I have a few details to take care of. Are you ready to go home? On the way we have stop at the body shop. Dad wants to talk to Mr. Bradley. We need the repair estimate so we can submit it to Liberty Insurance. I’m glad we never sold the Honda. Nothing can kill my old CRV; it’s older than you, Jim.” Jim gave his mother a blank stare while she waited for a reply. “Um, sorry Mom, my mind was on something else. Yeah, let’s go. This place is spooky; it makes me very uneasy just being here.” Bradley’s Body Shop was only a few blocks from the funeral home. Ben pulled over to the curb and left the engine running. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” True to his word, Ben was back in a jiffy waving the estimate as he walked out the door.

“W e’ll be eating lunch in an hour or so. I’m making your favorite, homemade Mac and Cheese. So don’t wander off, Jim.” “Okay Mom, I’ll just be in my room reading the paper; it’s much quieter there, it helps me concentrate.” Clarissa nodded as Jim ran into the living room to grab the paper from the coffee table. Sitting at his desk with the reading lamp on, Jim stared at the front page of The Daily Times. The headline read Local Boy Gored by Massive Buck! Hands shaking, Jim read the article, wiping his eyes frequently. He broke out into a cold sweat as he continued to read the news, dreading what he might see when he scanned the obits. Turning the pages, John’s death notice and obituary were at the top of the page with a reference to the front page… Jonathan James Honeycutt. Oh my God, please help me; Johnny I need you! Feeling helpless, Jim buried his head in his hands. Gut wrenching sobs exploded from his mouth; his soul ached for his brother and his heart felt as if it had been stomped upon. Jimbo, suck it up. Jim looked up and quieted immediately. Hey, let me see the front page… very well written, factual, no mistakes. They even spelled our last name right. Let me see my obit. Wow, somebody did a great job putting that together. It reads like a love letter. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. John is fascinated with his own write up. Jim blinked and John was gone as he continued to cry, resting his head on his folded arms.

Ben and Clarissa were just sitting down at the table when they heard Jim cry out. Dashing to his bedroom, they both yelled, “Jim, what happened?” He looked up at them and pointed to the front page of the paper. Clarissa walked over to him, placing her left hand on his shoulder; Ben did the same with his right hand. Feeling their reassuring touch, Jim relaxed and began to breathe easier. “Jimmy, I am so sorry you saw the front page of the paper. I guess you saw the memorial as well?” Jim nodded. “I meant to tell you about it before but it slipped my mind while I was making lunch.” “Thanks Mom. I just didn’t expect to see this so soon. That kinda tired me out. I feel like a ragdoll right now. Mind if I rest a bit? Can we eat lunch a little later?” Clarissa and Ben nodded, walked out of the room and closed the door softly. Sitting at the table, they talked in whispers after Clarissa got them each a nice hot cup of mint tea. “Ben, Jimmy is so broken up. I feel awful too, I feel his pain. But what can we do for him?” “Clarissa, this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us and I know it hurts.” Ben wiped at his eyes with his bandanna. “I have a tough time myself but that’s the last thing I want Jim to see. All we can do is be here for him and show him we understand what he is going through. I know he blames himself for John’s death; it’s a very delicate situation but we will get through it together.” Ben reached over and held Clarissa’s hand while he sipped his tea. A tear rolled down her cheek as she drank her tea as well. “Hello, sleepyhead, you’ve been asleep for two hours; I figured you’d be up soon. You must have been tuckered out. I know you haven’t been sleeping well. But that’s okay. Dad kept busy; he’s doing a crossword puzzle and I straightened up the house a bit. Are you hungry?” “Actually, I am hungry. I didn’t have much for breakfast and that ended up on the ground. Sorry about the late hour.” Hearing the commotion, Ben walked over and sat down while Clarissa dished out the Mac and Cheese and took a salad out of the fridge along with three kinds of dressing. “It’s no big deal, Jim; I was into my crossword and your mom was buzzing around tidying up. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to eat a little later now and then. Try

to relax and enjoy the meal.” The family held hands and said a prayer of thanks as usual. Jim grabbed the Mac and Cheese and piled it on his plate. While waiting for the salad he thought about the ritual. I wonder why I always feel a little better after we say the prayer. He didn’t give it too much thought; the cheesy smell and the salad in his hand took center stage. “Jim, I guess you know the wake is tomorrow; there is one at four in the afternoon and another at 7:30. Please check your closet; I hope your suit is not wrinkled. The funeral service will be at the church at ten on Sunday and the internment will follow right after the service. Saint Mary’s is behind the church. We know this is hard for you, it’s tough on us too, but we have to stick together. Will you be okay?” “Mom, you make the best Mac and Cheese. Yeah, I read it in the paper and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to read. I think I’ll be okay. You guys mind if I take a short walk? I want to visit our old fort. I haven’t been there in five years, maybe more.” Clarissa did what she did best. “Be careful when you climb that ladder; you know those wooden rungs might be weak. And don’t stay too long. We have to go to the manse after supper to speak to Reverend Garrett about the wake and the funeral. You can come too if you like.” Jim ran out the backdoor without glancing back. The fort, a four-by-four platform made of sturdy tree limbs and old pine planks, was located at the southern end of the property at the edge of an old spruce forest. Man I haven’t been here in ages. The ladder looks okay to me, only one rung in tough shape. I can’t believe it’s only five feet from the ground. It’d be a lot more fun if Johnny was here. Jim stepped over the first rung. “Four feet square isn’t very big. Two people can barely fit up here.” Jim heard a chipmunk on his left and glanced in that direction. I see him. He turned back around and John was sitting on his right. “John, how did you get up here?” What a dumb question. I can’t believe you asked me that. But here I am. Did you think I’d let you have all the fun? “Well, no matter what, I’m glad you’re here. I guess you know all about

tomorrow and the next day? And mom and dad would like me to go to the church later to see Reverend Garrett. I don’t really want to go but I will, for them. I guess they want me there.” Go to the manse. It will be fine. You’ll feel better after the visit. I still like the old fort. Jim heard a loud racket on his left and glanced in that direction. Three squirrels were playing tag with each other among some close-by branches. Jim turned back around but John was gone. Gone again, like the wind. Looking at his Timex, he knew he had some time on his hands so he just sat still, looking and listening. After sitting a bit he saw a pileated woodpecker vigorously tapping on a young sapling; three young turkeys bobbing down a deer trail like they owned it and a mother and an older fawn off in the distance drinking from a small runoff. He ed the day he and John carved their initials in an old board and nailed it to one of the trees used to the fort. Looking down and to the right, he noticed it was still there, although a tad worse for wear- J & J – still bold but no longer beautiful. Jim glanced at his watch again, time to head back home. Clarissa met Jim at the backdoor. “You’re just in time. I was just coming out to give you a holler. Dad is already sitting at the table. I cooked one of your favorites, slow-baked pork chops and fresh green beans from our summer garden, huge baked potatoes, a fresh salad with applesauce on the side.” Jim walked inside, left his boots in the mudroom, washed his hands and gave his dad a big hug. Ben grinned back at him. He seems to be coming along. I guess the fort did the trick. Clarissa fussed over Jim, giving him an extra scoop of applesauce. Ben just nodded. After the prayer, Jim went at it while his mom and dad ate calmly. The silence was broken when his mom spoke up, “Some good news Ben and Jim. Mr. Bradley called about an hour ago. The car will be fixed and ready to be picked up by ten in the morning. He knocked one-hundred dollars off the bill because we didn’t need a rental. He called Liberty for us and they are going to pay the bill in full so I guess we didn’t have to pick up the estimate after all.” Ben just nodded and grunted, his mouth stuffed with pork. “Mom, that’s super. I bet the Toyota will look good as new. My friend Tom

works for John Bradley and he told me John does top-notch body work. And Mom, I did some thinking while I was at the fort. I decided to go to the church with you and dad after the meal. I like Reverend Garrett so I guess I’ll go and say hello.” Clarissa winked at Ben. “Say, Dad, can I go with you tomorrow to pick up the car? I’ve never been to the body shop. And I’d like to thank John for doing a great job. After all, it’s my fault the car got damaged in the first place.” “Sure, Jim, and guess what? I’ll even let you drive Mom’s Honda. By the way, it’s Mr. Bradley to you, not John. And you’re right, it is your fault the car was wrecked but I believe everything happens for a reason; we just don’t always know why things happen the way they do.” Jim didn’t know what to say, he just looked at his father and gave him a weak smile. But what about John, was that my fault too? I don’t think Ben should have said it like that, way too abrupt. “Jim, I’m glad you decided to go to the manse with us tonight. It’ll be good to get out and shake the dust off, know what I mean? Jim just nodded. “We’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes. It’s freezing outside; your winter coat is hanging on the hook by the backdoor.” “Okay, Mom, I’m going to grab my coat. I’ll meet you out on the front porch. That old rocker is so comfortable and it’s a clear night.” “Hey Clarissa, I think I’ll Jim on the porch. I bet we can see every star in the universe tonight.” Clarissa nodded and gave him a little push. Ben took his wool coat off the hook and walked out the front door with Jim right in front of him. “Jim, you picked a great night to sit out under the stars. It’s clear as can be up there. Did you know winter is the best time to look at the stars? They’re clearer and brighter but I forget what I read. It was so long ago. I loved looking at the stars when I was a kid. Look up there, see the North Star? ” Jim spotted the North Star right away. “ Look a little to your right, it’s quite bright; that’s Cas, it’s full name is Cassiopeia. It’s shaped like a W; I call it the dentist’s chair.” “I see it; it’s so cool. I love being outside and I love looking at the stars. I know I’ll never be an astronaut or an astronomer.” Jim continued to rock back-andforth looking up at the sky. Ben watched as a big smile brightened his face, the biggest he’d seen in a very long time. “Dad, thanks for sitting out here with me.”

“My pleasure son, maybe we’ll be able to spend more time together very soon. We gotta go; here’s your mom.” Ben and Jim watched as Clarissa backed the car out of their two-car garage and pulled it up to the side next to the porch. “Hop in boys, time waits for no man, or gal. We have to be there by eight. Did you enjoy stargazing, Jim?” “The North Star was easy to find. Did you know sailors have navigated by that star for hundreds of years? The brightest star in the sky is Sirius, commonly known as the Dog Star. Dad showed me Cassiopeia, also known as Cas. It has a W shape. Dad calls it the dentist chair. I love the stars. You know, I think I’ll save up my money and buy a telescope one day.” Clarissa reached over, grabbed Ben’s hand and gave it a squeeze. What do you think, Ben? I think it’s a wonderful idea.

“W e’re here. I see Amy waving at the front window. Hurry up, let’s get in where it’s warm.” They ran to the front door and walked right in like they owned the place. Stomping their feet on the mat and hanging coats on the rack, they met the reverend in the foyer. “Hello Ben. Hello Clarissa. And Jim, what a surprise, mind if I give you a big hug? I’m so glad you came to see me. Come on in and relax. I just finished brewing tea and I have some homemade peanut butter cookies just for you, Jim.” They sat at an old oak dining table while the minister ran into the kitchen to grab a heavy serving tray. “Reverend Garrett, I’ve never been in the house before, I mean the manse. That old coatrack is amazing, really nice. I bet those peanut butter cookies are to die for, uh, I mean the best. I like old things and I like history. Can you tell me something about the house and the church?” Amy plunked the tray on the table and served the tea. “I am more than happy to give you a history lesson and…please call me Amy. Jim glanced at his mom and she gave the slightest nod. “Well, the church was built between 1945 and 1947, right after World War 2. Construction was slow because there was a shortage of building supplies. The manse was erected in 1949, it was a modular home. Did you know Sears was the first company in the USA to build prefab homes in 1910? And before I forget, your grandfather, Noah, helped build the church and the manse. How is that for a quickie history lesson? I could go on but we have to talk about tomorrow and Sunday.” “Thank you Rev… I mean Amy. What about the coatrack?” “Jimmy, I think we’ll save the rack for another time. I need to talk to your mom and dad about the wake and the funeral. You’re welcome to us in my office if you like? This concerns you, too.” Ben and Clarissa walked to the office, each carrying a full cup of tea. Jim declined, preferring to stay close to the cookies. He helped himself to a cup of tea and picked up a Bible lying on the table. I think I’ll play that game we played when we were kids. He closed his eyes, leafed through the large print Bible, stopped on any page, put his finger on a age and opened his eyes: “How I weep for you, my brother Jonathan! Oh, how much I loved you! And your love for me was deep, deeper than the love of women!” Jim was shocked;

he read it aloud three times. Jim, did you forget where you are? After all, this is God’s house. Everything will be alright. Trust me. Jim looked up at John. John just smiled and vanished. He read the age again as tears came to his eyes. Thank you, John. There was a crocheted cross bookmark a few pages behind that age. He moved it to the age and closed the Bible. Jim looked around and spied a shelf loaded with books. Walking over to it, he leafed through the titles. One caught his fancy: The Stars by H.A. Rey. It’s a kiddy book but so what. Jim started reading the book; his parents walked in five minutes later. The reverend was right behind them. “I see you’re reading a book about the constellations. My dad gave me that book when I was ten; I kept it all these years. I don’t really know why. Do you like it?” Jim was still reading so he just shook his head. “Then consider it yours, I think it’s time to it on.” “Amy, thank you so much. My dad and I were looking at the stars just before we came here. And if I tell you what happened with that Bible you won’t believe me.” “Let me guess, you played the game. The one we played when we were kids where you close your eyes, pick a random age and read it out loud?” Jim showed her the age. The reverend read it out loud, “’How I weep for you, my brother Jonathan! Oh, how much I loved you! And your love for me was deep, deeper than the love of women!’ Well, that doesn’t surprise me. This is a house of God, correct? If you like, you may have that Bible as well.” “Thank you, Miss Amy. I think I’ll read both of them tonight, not the whole Bible of course. This book on constellations will sure come in handy, right Dad?” Ben patted Jim on the shoulder. Hugs were exchanged. The meeting had tired both Ben and Clarissa. The family was quiet on the way home. Jim couldn’t stop thinking about the Bible age… How I weep for you, my brother Jonathan! Oh, how much I loved you!

“I t’s late but I could sure use another cup of tea. Would you like one, Ben? He reached for the cup. “…How about you, Jim?” Jim nodded as he took the cup. Ben and Clarissa talked quietly while Jim sipped his tea as he sat in the living room looking at his new book of constellations. “Dad, did you know there are eighty-eight major constellations? I hope I can learn all of them and where each one is located.” Ben noticed Clarissa was starting to tear up. He walked into the living room. “Mom has a lot on her mind. Let’s go outside and sit for a bit. We have some time before we have to hit the hay, big day tomorrow. Bring your tea and that new book of yours.” “I can’t stop thinking about it, that Bible verse. Of all the verses in the Bible, not to mention the 1200 or so pages, what are the chances of that one coming up at random?” “Jim, there is only one person that can answer that particular question and it’s not me. There are many things in this world we cannot explain and that is one of them. Was it pure chance or was it divine intervention? We will never know. I guess it all depends on what you believe.” “I guess you’re right, Dad. I’ll have to think about that for a while.” Ben and Jim rocked for a few minutes, both pondering the unknown. Ben was thinking about what tomorrow and Sunday might have in store for him and his family. Jim was thinking about the Bible verse, his brother, the stars and his visit with Reverend Garrett. Ben and Jim glanced at each other at the same time. Ben waited. “Dad, I’m really glad I went to the manse tonight. There is something special about that place but I just can’t put my finger on it. I need to think about that, too. I’m tired, I’m heading inside. Goodnight, Dad.” Ben tapped Jim on the hand. “You go on in. I’ll be in shortly.” Thank You, I think he’ll be alright! Ben sat outside looking up at the stars, just thinking. He thought about his wife, about Jim, the house and the land, the wake and the funeral… but mostly he thought about Johnny. No one saw the tears streaming

down his face; he didn’t bother with his bandanna this time.

3

"Mr. Farmer, Jim never said goodbye."

Jim opened his eyes slowly, the crows were squawking like crazy feasting on the worms that had worked their way to the surface to take advantage of any snow that might have melted overnight. Looking at the clock, it was only 5 AM. Try as he might he couldn't get back to sleep. I can't believe I slept in my clothes last night. He rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Maybe I can make a fresh pot of coffee before Mom wakes up; it's the least I can do. Wrapped only in a towel, Jim snuck into the kitchen and quickly put the coffee on, waiting for it to come to a slow boil. Good, I have ten minutes to get dressed. He was sitting at the kitchen table before the coffee was finished percolating. Jim was reading the newspaper in sections when Ben and Clarissa walked into the kitchen. He had already set the table and was drinking a glass of orange juice. "I see you're already awake and coffee’s made; what a surprise and you even set the table. It's early so I guess we won't have to rush breakfast today. I am going to the church after you and Dad get back with the car. I want to check on the seating arrangements for the meal after the funeral. And I want to talk to Amy about Johnny. Who wants bacon, egg and cheese on a toasted raisin bagel?" Ben nodded, he took a section of the paper from Jim. Jim served the coffee while his mother was getting bagels from the bread box. Opening the refrigerator, Jim grabbed the butter, Gouda cheese, bacon and eggs, the orange juice and the cranberry juice. "There are three sweet buns left but I think we'll have to put them in the microwave." "I'm not very hungry this morning, I think I'll just have a sweet bun and a small glass of cranberry juice, Mom." That's not like him.

Ben broke the family tradition by saying his own personal prayer over the food. The silence was broken a few minutes later, "Jim, what a great cup of coffee.” “…Clarissa, fantastic sandwich." Jim didn’t eat much? “After we finish, Jim, let’s sit on the porch and watch the sunrise. We have a few hours before we have to pick up the car.” “I’ll meet you out there, Dad.” Jim walked outside holding his glass in one hand and a bun in the other. Clarissa and Ben waited. Less than a minute later he came back inside and grabbed his coat from the hook. Ben headed for the backdoor; he ed to grab his coat. “I’ll you guys as soon as I’m done cleaning up.” Ben and Jim were watching the sun come up over the horizon when Jim spoke up, “Dad, what can you tell me about these old rockers?” Clarissa ed them after a few ticks of the clock. “You sure are an old soul.” Jim gave his dad an odd look. “Well, the chair you are sitting in was made by your grandfather, Noah, around 1950. The rocker I am using was made by me in high school wood shop. I’ll let your mother tell you her story.” “This rocking chair was constructed lovingly by my great-grandfather, Seth, around the turn of the century for his wife, Clara. It was the first piece of furniture he made in his new shop in Hoboken, Woodard’s Woodworks.” "That is neato. Mom, why did Dad say I am an old soul?" Ben looked on, waiting to hear Clarissa’s explanation. “Jim, your dad and I know what you like. You love history and you appreciate antiques. You enjoy looking at the stars and you love sitting outdoors watching birds and other animals. We have also noticed you are fascinated with old trees. That is our definition of an old soul.” “Am I right, Ben?" "Clarissa, you hit the nail on the head; I couldn't have said it better myself."

Clarissa smiled and informed them she was going inside to clean the house. "I'd like to see the old fort again, it's been thirteen years. We have little more than an hour before we have to leave." Jim's mood brightened as he escorted his dad to the old structure. "Do you think you can walk that far, Methuselah?" it's about 2000 feet thataway." Jim knew the fort was a lot closer but he took his dad on the scenic route. "Listen, I might not be able to outrun you but I know I can outwork you. I don't see you shoveling snow and that involves a lot of work. In fact, starting next Monday we will take turns so you will do it next week, not me. You see what happens when you try to be smart-aleck?" "Dad, did you just give me the stink eye?” Ben stopped short… the stink eye, what? “Never mind, Dad, I deserved that one and I can use the exercise; it will get my mind off other things. See the fort, it’s just up there. … only 200 feet ahead." Ben was only slightly out of breath when they arrived. "Keep… it up and I will come up with a few more chores for you. I see one right here. This bottom rung is rotten. You can fix it next week, if you can find the time." Ben and Jim started to climb; Jim let his dad go first, just in case. “Wow, this is small; I think it’s time for a renovation. You could always build up; all you need is some solid wood. There are plenty of rough planks in the barn.” "Thirteen years, seems like yesterday. Jim, this is what your mother was talking about. You chose to use the oldest spruce trees as an anchor for your fort. You can tell by the height and girth of the four trees." Jim looked at his dad with a gleam of respect in his eye. "I wanted to see the fort again but I also wanted to talk to you, just me and you. Are you ready for tonight? The wake is something we have to go through, our friends will be there to say a last goodbye to John and be there to us as well but are you ready for it? I know how close you were with Johnny. This is really hard for me and your mom too. I think it’s the hardest thing we have ever had to do. But we will make it through this. I know you blame yourself but it was not your fault. The old saying, Time heals all wounds, I believe that’s true. I hope, in time, you, me and your mom will feel the

same way.” Jim sat there as still as could be, thinking of his twin. He laid his head on his dad’s shoulder. They sat together, in silence, thinking about their loss. Ben looked toward the right and turned his head back to the left. Jim, I am with you always, Stay strong, my brother. Jim’s eyes bulged but he said nothing. John vanished. “Are you alright, Jim, did something spook you?” Jim looked at his watch. “I like the idea of expanding the fort but we gotta head back, Dad; we only have thirty minutes. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.” Jim didn’t answer me? This time Jim took the more direct route to the house. “Clarissa, we’re heading out. I’m letting Jim drive your car; he needs the practice. I am going to ask John Bradley to drive the Honda back here. I’ll drive the Toyota. But if Jim wants to drive I think I’ll allow it. He’ll be thrilled when I tell him… I hope. Okay, we’re off. See you later. Wait, I almost forgot.” Ben walked into the living room and planted a big old kiss on her lips. “As soon as you get home I’ll be heading to the church. I want to make sure everything is ready for this afternoon.” “Are you ready to go, Jim?” Ben handed the Honda keys to him. “Well, I don’t know, Dad. I haven’t been behind the wheel in over a week. Besides, look what happened to Johnny. What if something does go wrong?” “Have faith, Jim. Everything will be fine. The shop isn’t that far away.” “But what about later today, the wake and there’s the funeral tomorrow …and the meal at the church afterwards?” “Calm down, Jim; everything will be fine, I promise you. Now drive or we’ll never get there.” They buckled up and Jim put the Honda in gear. The newly plowed backroad was never heavily trafficked and today was no different. Ten miles down the road Jim slowed to a near stop. There were three does on the left side of the road, a mother and two fawns, their spots were almost gone.

“Way to drive, Jim. You ed. Whenever you see one or more deer there is a good possibility a few others might be close-by. Deer can’t read DEER CROSSING signs so I guess they are constantly jaywalking, but they’ll never get a ticket for breaking the law.” “Dad, I’d much rather drive with you in the enger seat. Mom would be freaking out right now. Last time I drove with her she made me slam on the brakes for a chipmunk crossing the road. Good thing there were no cars behind us.” “Your mother can’t help it. She is a mother being a mother. I know she is overprotective sometimes but it must be a genetic thing. But always when you’re driving, if you see something crossing the road and you can slow down safely, do it. If not, just keep on truckin’ and pray for the best. And whatever you do, do not swerve unless you’re absolutely sure it’s safe to do so. But you’re doing great.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence; I needed that. There’s Bradley’s on the next corner. I see a spot right out in front. I’ll pull in there.” John Bradley was busy at the when they walked in. “Hey, Ben, I see you brought Jim along.” John walked out from behind the counter, shook Ben’s hand and gave him a hug. “Awful sorry to hear about Johnny, are you guys going to be okay?” John tapped Jim on the shoulder. “Yeah, John, we’ll be right as rain soon enough. Can you do me a favor?” John nodded. “Jimmy can’t drive by himself. Can you drive the Honda back to the house? I’ll follow you in the Toyota.” “…Anything for you, Ben. “Mr. Bradley, my good friend Tom works for you. Can I say hello if he’s around?” “Sure, Tom is in the back if you want to go and say howdy.” Jim walked to the back to see his friend. “Ben, you’re in luck. Liberty said they would pay the total bill including the tax. Here’s a copy of the bill and your keys. I expect Liberty’s check will be here next week, they are speedy. I had to replace the glass, the hood, the front grill,

one side mirror, the wipers and both front airbags. Luckily, the underside wasn’t damaged. She should run like a top. I checked the radiator, no leaks. Tom took the car out for a spin; he said everything seems to be in perfect shape. That twotone paint job we did a few years ago still looks great. Of course I still have to paint the hood to match the rest of the car but I can do that any time if you don’t mind.” Ben thanked John and handed him the keys to the Honda. They chatted a bit while Jim said hello to Tom. “Hi Jimmy, sorry about your bro. Say, uh, are you okay? Looking at the damage, that buck must have been huge.” “Thanks, Tommy, I think I’ll be alright. The buck looked pretty big but it was tough to see at night with all the snow and everything. I don’t every detail. I think I was in shock. Dr. Clarke examined me but it’s all fuzzy. Um, are you guys coming to the wake later today? I’d appreciate your company. I’ve never been to one before.” Tom gave Jim a cuff on the shoulder and told him he’d be the first one there. As Jim turned to leave Tom wiped away a tear with the back of his hand. Tom waved goodbye with instructions from John to watch the shop and take calls if the phone rang. Mr. Bradley got into the Honda and got situated while he waited for Ben and Jim. Hmm, I see Jim is driving Ben’s Toyota. I bet that’s a first. “Here you go, Jim.” Ben tossed the keys over the roof. Jim grabbed them out of the air, surprised but determined not to show it. They switched sides. Ben noticed a smile on Jim’s face. That’s right, turn that frown upside down. They buckled up without commenting. Jim spoke first as he followed behind John. “Dad, why did you have the Toyota painted blue and white? Bet you have the only two-tone Toyota around for miles and miles.” “I saved up and got my first car when I was eighteen, a used two-tone 1955 Buick Special, a pillarless model. It was the coolest thing on four wheels, it cost me a thousand smackers in ’78. It was a metallic light blue with a white top. John was able to match the exact color scheme on the Toyota. Corny to you maybe but I love it.” “I never heard of a pillarless automobile. What does it mean, Dad?”

“Pillarless means there is no structural between the windows and the body of the vehicle. The windows had metal s but when rolled down the windows and their frames disappeared into the car body. It was neato but I think the feature was discontinued around 1959. It was unsafe really.” Jim mulled over the information but didn’t comment further. “I think Mr. Bradley has a lead foot. He’s moving at a pretty good clip. He’s doing about forty in a thirty-five. I hope he doesn’t get a ticket. But I don’t want one either since I’m a new driver.” Ben glanced over at Jim but decided to remain silent. Jim waited for a reply. Why is Dad so quiet? Jim tapped the brake to slow down. John looked in his rear-view and slowed as well. John pulled into the drive and parked the Honda in the garage while Jim parked off to the side. Giving the keys to his dad, Jim exited and caught the Honda keys in mid-air. “Mr. Bradley, did you play ball when you were a kid? You’ve got quite the arm. Oh, the Toyota looks great by the way, except for the hood.” “Good eye, Jim. A lot of people would have missed that quick toss, your dad for sure. He’s old and slow.” Ben mumbled something from the driver’s seat and it didn’t sound like a thank you. “I played third base on a local team for a few years. I came this close to being in the Minors. I injured my rotator cuff the last game of the season. But I have no regrets. Everything happens for a reason. I gotta go, Jim, no more time for chatting. Tom is a great employee but he needs to work on his phone skills. See you later.” John and Ben both gave Jim a thumbs-up as they drove off in the Toyota. “Be back in bit, Jim. Clue your mom in for me. See you in a bit.” Smiling, Jim turned and walked into the house. “Mom, dad will be back soon, he had to drive John Bradley back to the shop. They did a great job on the Toyota. It looks showroom new, not counting the hood. It has to be repainted.” Jim looked at his watch as he sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Five hours till showdown, Johnny, ugh! Flipping through the channels, Jim mused… That tree, what was that hum? Reverend Garrett, she is such a wonderful caring lady. That coatrack was awesome! Why is he always so quiet? I wonder if mom needs my help. It’s better than sitting here doing nothing. It was great to see Tommy again. The wake, the funeral, God I hope I

can get through it all. “Jim…Jim?” Clarissa stood in front of him with a Swiffer in her right hand. “Jim! …Earth to Jim.” “Oh, Mom, I didn’t see you there. Dad told me to tell you he’d be back in a little while. I guess I was daydreaming or something.” “Maybe you’ll be an astronaut in a few years but I think you were on Mars a few minutes ago. This Swiffer does a pretty good job but it won’t clean that grape juice stain in the corner. That needs a good scrubbing and I know just the young man for the job.” “Sure Mom, I’m glad you asked me. I was just thinking of asking you if you needed any help. You just beat me to it.” Clarissa gave the Comet and a scrubby to him. “I have a question. How come Dad is so quiet? He just looks at me and says nothing half the time.” Jim began to scrub the stain. At least Mom will give me a straight answer. “Jim, your dad is a unique man. I have never met another man like him. That’s one of the reasons I married him. He’s a deep thinker. He mulls things over before he replies, if at all. I’m used to his quirks and I accept him as he is. I would never try to change him.” Jim finished his task and stood up, handing his mom the sponge and the cleanser. “Thanks for clearing that up for me, Mom. I guess everyone’s unique. Dad is quiet, but thoughtful. You, you’re almost his opposite, more outgoing and deeply caring. My pal, Tommy, he’s so outgoing and flamboyant, but he’s a good worker. Mr. Bradley is a real taskmaster and very thorough. Pastor Garrett is so kind-hearted and Godly. Johnny is…uh, was… a lot like Dad. Me, who knows what I am, I sure don’t.” Clarissa gave her son a big hug. “Jimmy, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in this whole wide world. You are precious to me, your dad and a slew of others. Do you see the look on people’s faces when they see you? You bring out the best in everyone.” She gave him another hug as Ben walked in. “Hey, where’s mine?” Ben hugged his wife and Jim at the same time. “Jim, you’re a good driver. I saw the look on your face. You were wondering why I did not reply to you, right?” Jim nodded. “I was watching you drive. I didn’t have to

say a word. You were doing such a great job; there was no need to reply.” “We will be eating at noon sharp. A few friends made it very easy for me. Amy dropped off a homemade apple pie while you boys were gone. Frank Farmer’s wife, Fanny, came by toting a three-foot Italian sub and a few minutes later Bonnie Bradley popped in with a big bowl of fresh potato salad. I made some fresh mint iced tea last night. So go wash up, lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes.” “Jim, would you say the prayer?” Ben threw the newspaper on the counter and all three ed hands. Jim complied without hesitation. Ben divided the sub evenly while Clarissa dished out the potato salad. Jim poured the mint tea all around. The apple pie was left on the counter. Ben and Clarissa had already finished their subs; Jim was still nibbling. His potato salad was untouched. Ben asked for a second glass of tea as Clarissa got them each a piece of pie. Jim’s glass was nearly full. “Jimmy, are you alright? You’re usually the first one done.” “Mom, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I guess I’m just not that hungry. The food looks great and that apple pie smells out of this world but...” “Let’s take a ride. Are you up for it, Jim? I’ll even let you drive my Toyota for the second time in one day.” Ben didn’t wait for an answer. “Besides, we have over three hours before the wake.” Clarissa was quick to chime in. “Excuse me men, but you have less than two hours. We need to be there by three. I told Martin Macky we’d be an hour early and he agreed it was a good idea. And you know how long you take to get ready, Ben.” Ben looked at Jim. Jim stared back. “Okay General, we’ll make it quick. Could you put Jim’s leftovers in the fridge?” Clarissa nodded as they rushed out the backdoor. Jim had to come back in to grab their coats, slamming the door on the way out. Clarissa just looked up at the ceiling. “Hop in, Jim.” Ben handed the keys over. “I’ll give you directions as we go. And don’t ask me where; you’ll know when we get there.” Jim was careful when he made his K-turn; he knew backing out of a driveway, even onto a backroad, was illegal.

Two miles down the road Jim couldn’t handle the silence; their destination would remain a secret. “Dad, it seems like news travels fast in Rouses Point. Everybody knew about Johnny only a few hours after the accident.” “Son, Rouses Point is a small village, a hamlet really. Did you know in the last twenty years the population has decreased by three-hundred? It’s getting smaller by the day. Young folks are heading to larger cities like Plattsburg. There’s a lot more going on there than here.” “I never gave it much thought. The Point might be a small place but I bet some big things have happened here. I wonder why Mr. Thurber never talked about local history. He talked about the history of New York and even Clinton County but even those details were sketchy. Not enough meat on that bone, know what I mean, Dad?” Ben nodded as he pointed to the right. “Feed The Hog, I’ve never been here. How many years have you worked there, Dad?” “Almost twenty years, I clerked for five years before Frank promoted me to manager. I called him while you were washing up. I wanted to surprise you. Really, this is overdue. I should have brought you here years ago. I guess one day turned into another, weeks turned into months. I really am sorry I never thought about it until today. Let’s go in but we can’t stay too long. Leave your coat in the car.” Ben and Jim walked in, the bell clanged as they opened and closed the door. “Wow, I can’t believe how big this place is for an old feed store. Two stories and you guys even have an elevator!” “Howdy Paul, where’s Frank, I mean Mister Farmer?” “Hello Ben, I’m really sorry to hear about Johnny. I think Mister Farmer’s in the back taking inventory; he’s counting horse collars and cart wheels.” “Thanks Paul, tough job counting all those collars and wheels. It might take a month of Sundays. See you in a few.” “Let’s walk back this way, Jim. See that glassed-in office? That’s my perch. They call me eagle-eye. This might be an old store with some old stuff lying around but we have everything the local farmers, gardeners and landscapers need

to keep going and our prices are lower than most other feed establishments. Mister Farmer pays his staff well and he makes good money. He owns the store free and clear. It’s been that way for fifteen years and he’s never had to borrow against it in hard times.” “Hey, Ben, what brings you in? You’re supposed to be off for fourteen days. I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Frank noticed Jim standing behind his dad. “Jimmy?” They shook hands. “Tight grip, I like that, shows you got character. Before I forget, my mind ain’t what it usta be, my condolences. I only met Johnny once. He sure was a character.” “Thank you, Mr. Farmer. I don’t think my brother would appreciate a place like this. He’s into gadgets, not old stuff, like me.” “Don’t call me Mr. Farmer. You can call me mister when I’m ninety. I’m old but not that old. But I am thinking of retiring soon though. Collars and cart wheels can be pretty heavy, did you know that? Just call me Frank, everyone does.” Frank gave Ben a wink. Jim was eying the elevator. “So, what do you think of this place, Jim?” “Mister Far… I mean Frank, this place is awesome! It’s so big and the elevator and the old stuff and that cool bell over the door and the cash and…” “I hate to cut you short, Jim, but inventory is a critical process to good stock management, wouldn’t want to have too many or too few widgets. I gotta get back to work but see me before you leave.” Jim waved as his dad urged him on. Wait till he sees this. He’s going to love it. “Dad, look, a miniature barnyard; I can’t believe it. This is amazeballs!” “Whoa kiddo, what kind of balls, did you just swear in front of me?” “No, Dad, amazeballs is slang for neato. I love this mini barnyard but I don’t see any animals?” “Frank and I came up with this idea two years ago. Farmers were complaining. Either it was always too far to travel to buy baby chicks and ducks or when they ordered them by mail often they arrived sickly or dead, in some cases. We decided to fill the need and Frank had the space. He sells the younglings at cost

plus shipping. We stock up in the spring and sell out within two weeks: baby rabbits, chicks, ducks, geese, even a few goats and lambs. I ordering an emu once for a guy in Warren County.” “An emu, it seems so out of the ordinary for this neck of the woods.” Ben motioned without commenting. “Come on, we have to move along. Let’s take a ride on an Otis elevator that was built in 1915. Second floor, here we come.” The elevator was slow but still quiet for being over one hundred years old. “I want you to meet Julie Johnson, Frank’s grandniece.” The second floor was dustier than the first but just as crowded. It was smaller and everything seemed to be scattered randomly, there wasn’t a straight line to be seen, at least not right away. “Julie, where are you! It’s Ben.” “I’m back here, Mister Honeycutt, in the museum.” Jim followed his dad to the back left corner. “Hello Julie, I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you doing?” “I’m fine, Mister Honeycutt. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am to hear about your Johnny.” Julie’s smile waned. Ben nodded, pausing for a few seconds. Ben took a few seconds to clear his throat. “Thank you, Julie. I’d like you to meet my other son, Jim. I thought I’d bring him in and show him around. Of course I had to bring him up here… um, just to meet you.” “Mister Honeycutt, you say the nicest things.” Julie glanced at Jim standing behind his father. She waited… “Wow, I mean, uh…hello, Julie. You look…I mean…it’s nice to meet you.” They shook hands. Ben noticed they were holding hands a tad longer than they should. Julie stared for a full minute but Jim held his gaze, never looking downward. Well, look at this. Glory be! “Mister Honeycutt, can I show Jimmy the museum? I can tell he loves antiques, I just know it.” Julie grabbed Jim’s hand, again.

“Sure Julie, but only for fifteen minutes. If we don’t get home in time Clarissa will skin me alive. I’ll head on downstairs and speak to Mr. Farmer for a few.” Ben walked toward the elevator with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. "You got it, Mr. Honeycutt; fifteen minutes, no longer." Ben lifted his arm and waved as he walked. “Jim, wait until you see this museum Mister Farmer started a few years ago; you're going to love it." Jim followed Julie; it wasn't like he had a choice as she dragged him along. “Look around while I help the old lady walking toward the clearance section. She comes in now and then and she always buys quite a few items.” Jim nodded as he ired six old dusty teaspoons sitting on a shelf near his right hand. Mom loves tea; I bet she would like these, hmm no tag. “Mrs. Font, how are you doing these days? I haven’t seen you in a few weeks. Let me help you find what you’re looking for. Our clearance aisle is in dire need of some serious housekeeping.” “Good afternoon, my dear, I am looking for some antique letter openers for the store and three old printer drawers to display our little tchotchkes, you know those drawers with the little odd-shaped compartments?” “Mrs. Font, I apologize for the clutter. Mr. Farmer needs to hire another clerk because I can’t keep up with everything on this floor. Let me see.” Julie stood on her toes to see above the top shelf. “I knew they were here somewhere. I have five brass letter openers. How many would you like?” Julie handed them to the older lady as she leaned heavily on her cart. Ella Font inspected each one closely. A dollar was nothing to sneeze at from her way of thinking. “I must say these are in good condition; you won’t have to put them back on the shelf.” She placed them in her cart as if they were made a crystal. “Please have a seat while I dash over to the museum. We have drawers there; I just don’t know how many we have left in stock but I’ll be back before you can say Edward and Ella’s Book Nook on Reed Street.” While Julie was putting five printer drawers on a wheeled cart, Jim walked over to her. "This is unreal, look at that 1923 Farmall. Did you know it was built by international Harvester? I think 1923 was the first year of production. …And all

these cartwheels and horse collars. Wait a minute, Mr. Farmer told me he was inventorying horse collars and cartwheels; was he pulling my leg?" Julie grinned but she didn't laugh at Jim. "Mr. Farmer says that to every newbie, especially people he likes. I have to cut the tour short, Jim, but I promise to show you everything another day. It’s already been fifteen minutes and I still have to help Mrs. Font check out. Follow me, she only wants three but with any luck she’ll take all five.” “Ms. Ella today must be your special day, I found five in stock and they are almost perfect.” The shop owner inspected each one carefully while Jim looked at his watch. Julie kicked him in the ankle. “These three look nice and I see they’re $25 each. That’s $75, no tax. The openers are a dollar each so I owe you $80, no tax. I don’t pay tax at the Hog.” “Mrs. Font, I’ll make you a deal you won’t refuse, how about all five for a C note? That’s like getting one free.” “You sure know how to bargain, young lady; you have yourself a deal.” She handed Julie two bills and said, “Keep the change.” Julie put the five drawers in the cart as she winked at Jim. They took the elevator and laughed on the way down. Jim looked at Julie; she knew he didn’t get the joke. Ben and Frank were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. They were discussing something as Julie and Jim walked over to them after helping Ella Font. Julie excused herself while she went over to Paul and handed him the money Ella had just given her. Paul started to say something but changed his mind as Julie drifted back toward the table, hoping to hear what Jim was saying to Mr. Farmer. "What did you think of my museum, Jim? I bet Julie was an excellent guide." "Mr. Farmer, Julie is a fantastic salesman, I mean salesgirl. Your museum is out of this world cool but we ran out of time. Julie promised she would show me the rest another day." "I think that day might come quicker than you think. I have a proposal for you. This place is getting larger by the day and my staff can’t keep up with everything. How would you like to work for me three days a week if your mom and dad can spare you? I'll start you off with $15 an hour which is a pretty good

salary and your lunch break is included. I bet Julie could use some help upstairs. And if you don't start calling me Frank I will deduct one dollar every time you forget." "Gee, Mister Farmer, I mean Frank, I don't know what to say. I have been looking for work but I never thought to ask my dad if you needed extra help. I promise I'll do the job and I'll be on time every day." Jim tapped Ben on the shoulder. "Dad, can I? You won't have to look for me when you need my help and I won’t wander off without telling you or Mom." “Jim, I'll give it some thought but for now we have to get going; we’ve been here too long as it is." Ben and Jim thanked Frank as they headed for the front door and walked out. Julie sat down and helped herself to a cup of coffee. Frank ed her. "Mister Farmer, Jim never said goodbye." “Julie, call me Frank please. You know Jim has a lot on his mind right now; we have to cut him some slack. My guess is you’ll see him soon enough." Ben looked at his watch as they got into the car, "I'll drive." Jim slammed the door, buckled up and looked out the rear window. Ben gave him the look. "Sorry, I was thinking of something else." …Slamming the door, another strike against me. But it was worth it, that girl, she’s not half bad. "Jim, what do you think of the job offer? You already know I'll allow you to take the job. It's hard work. I know you can use the money and I know Julie can use your help. There's a lot to do on the second floor; it's too much for one person." Jim was quiet for a few seconds. "Well, I sure could use the money, but what about all the chores at home? I guess Julie could use my help. …And what about Mom? I might not be around to help her either." "I think we can manage without you for thirty or so hours. Besides, Frank likes you very much. I guess you figured out he was pulling your leg about the inventory."

Ben pulled into the driveway and parked the car by the front door." Time to face the general; we’re thirty minutes late. Leave your coat in the car." They rushed through the house and headed for the kitchen. Ben grabbed two pieces of pie from the counter and set them on the table. Jim handed his dad a glass of iced tea. As they sat down to snack, the boss walked in after being upstairs. "Ben, you know you’re late; what's your excuse?" "Well, um, I wanted to show Jim where I worked. I should have done it long ago. And there's more to the story. Jim got a job offer from Frank. He’ll be working three days a week if it's okay with you, of course." Ben got up, walked over to her and whispered in her ear. “Jim, that's great news. Now you two hurry up and get dressed. The funeral home is fifteen miles away and we have to be there in half an hour. Drink your tea and put your pie in the fridge, no time for that now." Ben and Jim saluted and ran upstairs. Clarissa laughed to herself as she thought about Ben’s welcomed news. I can't wait to meet Julie. I bet she's a feisty young gal. Jim tripped up the stairs as he ran into the bathroom. His bladder was ready to explode. Walking into his bedroom, his suit was laid out on the bed, pressed and ready to wear. His mind wandered as he thought about Feed the Hog, Mr. Farmer and Julie. He glanced at John’s side of the bedroom. His bed had been neatly made and his slippers were tucked under his bed, tips barely showing, just like always…Never again. "Jim, let's go, five minutes!" Jim put his suit on as he bolted down the stairs, tripping on the last step. Ben stood there saying nothing. Clarissa gave him the evil eye. Jim's tie was in his pocket and his shirt was untucked. Ben helped him with his tie as he tucked his shirt in. The general barked, "Where's your coat? We are going to be late and I hate being late. Thanks to you we only have twenty minutes. Martin will be waiting for us so let’s skedaddle." Jim and Ben ran out the front door. Clarissa followed, grabbing Ben’s keys off the hook along the way. Macky’s Funerary, a renovated mansion originally built in 1875, was a tad less than fifteen miles away but the ride was a bit bumpy, too bumpy for Clarissa’s liking. “Slow down Ben, this isn’t the Indy 500 you know. It won’t matter one

way or the other if we’re two minutes late!” “But you said…” “Never mind what I said, are you both buckled up?” Two soft clicks followed. Clarissa smiled knowingly. Jimmy, don’t worry; it’s almost over. I am right here. Jim whispered, “Johnny, I’m sorry but I can’t help it. This is really stressing me out.” “Are you okay back there, Jim? Macky’s is just up ahead. We’ll be there in a flash.” I’m glad Jimmy can’t see the tears running down my face right now. This is so very hard. Ben reached over and clasped her knee, driving with one hand. Clarissa wiped at her eyes with a napkin she found in the glovebox. “Everything’s fine, Mom; I guess I was talking to myself.” Ben pulled into the drive and up to the front door, letting Clarissa and Jim out. “I’ll park the car out back and I’ll be right in.” This is so very hard. I hope I can keep it together. Jim and his mom walked up the steps. Mr. Macky opened the front door and ushered them inside. Clarissa nodded and Jim shook his hand. Martin Macky expressed his condolences as he turned to head toward his office. Clarissa followed right behind him. Jim opened the door slightly with his foot. Ben came in a minute later while Jim was nosing around but still lingering in the hallway. “Dad, Mom and Mr. Macky are talking in his office. I’m going to look around a bit but I am not going into the viewing room just now.” Ben nodded as Jim walked into the overflow room and sat down in the backrow in a corner seat. Closing his eyes, Jim leaned against the corner wall, thinking about Johnny, the wake and the funeral tomorrow. In a state of semi-wakefulness, he was startled by a familiar voice. Hey, sleepyhead, why did you open the door for me? And why are you sitting all by yourself in this back corner? You need to go up there sooner or later.

Jim bolted upright almost knocking his chair over, a scraping noise punctured the silence. “John, I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon. You scared the crap out of me. I guess I opened the door out of habit.” You always were a dim bulb but maybe you’ll shine as time goes by. Now let’s go up there together, just me and you with no one else around. Later, there will be a big crowd and you’ll need a pound of courage to do this all over again. Come, walk with me. Jim stood on shaky legs, tears rolled down his cheeks. John held Jim’s hand as they walked slowly up to the front of the big room. Jim wiped his eyes with both sleeves as he looked down at John lying in a polished cherry-wood coffin. Man, I look just as good dead as when I was alive. “John, don’t make light of this. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do!” John disappeared as Clarissa ran into the room and walked up to the casket. “Jimmy, what happened? I heard you scream, are you okay?” Clarissa hugged him as he cried into her shoulder. “Mom, I…I’ll be alright. But this is so hard…seeing John in that box. I was sitting in the back but John made me come up here, I mean, well, he didn’t make me do anything. I thought about him and I knew what he would say if I didn’t find the courage to overcome my fear and my shame.” “Jimmy, your dad and I are grieving and it’s hard for us too, very hard. I know this is the first time you have had to deal with death. This is a first for us as well. We will get through this together. Oh, look, Reverend Garrett just walked in. Sit in one of the side chairs.” Jim sat down on the settee as his mother walked over to speak to the minister for a moment. “Hello Jimmy, how are you doing? Oh, coming from me that sounds like a foolish question. I can see it in your face. Come here.” Jim got up and walked toward the casket, glancing at John before he threw himself into Amy’s arms. She hugged him; he shook with emotion. After he calmed down they sat and talked quietly. “Jim, I know what you are going through; I have been there too. When I was fifteen, my older sister, Laura, died due to complications from late onset Pompe’s disease. I watched Laura get

weaker every day and there was nothing anyone could do, especially back in the 60’s. I was in a funk for weeks until I realized my source of comfort was right next to me, in more ways than one. You see, my dad, Daniel, was a minister so we grew up being immersed in His love. My dad was a wonderful example but believe me he was far from perfect. He told me Laura’s death was meant to be; it was her time. Honestly, I had my doubts until I picked up the Bible one day and randomly picked a age, just like you did at the manse. It was Ecclesiastes 3:1. Let me see if I can it. ‘Everything that happens in this world happens at the time God chooses.’ Loosely translated, everything happens for a reason.” Jim looked at her, smiled and put his head on her shoulder. Amy held him tight and they just sat together, thinking of their similar tragedies. A young man entered the room and walked up to the casket. Seeing Jim and Amy sitting together, he tried to remain quiet and respectful. But the vibe in the room was altered slightly by his presence. Sensing that, Jim and Amy looked up and smiled at Tom. I am so glad Tom came here for Jimmy. They have been friends since childhood. He needs a friend right now. “Jim, I’m glad we had a chance to chat. I hope it was helpful in some small way.” Amy gave Jim a hug and whispered in his ear, “Above all, God bless.” The reverend squeezed his hand, got up and walked toward Martin Macky’s office, touching Tom’s shoulder as she walked by. “Howdy, Jimbo, I told you I’d be the first one here. My mom dropped me off. Well, I guess I’m not the first, counting Miss Amy.” “But you are the first one here for me and my family…and Johnny. Reverend Garrett has to be here. By the way, you dress up well; I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit before.” “That’s because I feel like a duck out of water. Jeans, an old tee shirt and sneakers are my clothing preference. You don’t look so bad yourself. Where would you like me to sit? In the next few minutes over a hundred people are going to walk through that door.” “Sit up here with me. Mom and Dad consider you family and so do I. Tom, you’re like a brother to me, now more than ever.” As they moved to the front row, Ben, Clarissa, Amy and Martin Macky entered the room and walked up to the first row. They sat and talked quietly as neighbors and friends rushed in and

milled about. Mr. Macky, waiting for the room to fill, stood up and welcomed everyone to sign the guest book and find a seat. Even the overflow room was packed. Several people stood in the back and along the sides, including Frank Farmer and his wife Fanny, Paul, the full-time clerk, and Julie Johnson, the second floor clerk. The funeral home was filled to beyond its legal capacity. Macky nodded, Amy walked to the casket, placing her hand on the burnished cherry. Everyone quieted, anticipating a beautiful tribute to a well-known son of a respected couple who, over the years, had contributed so much to the community. Anyone who ever heard Amy speak knew she had a golden tongue, the words flowing from her mouth comforted even the most hard-hearted. By the time she was done, almost everyone had a tissue in their hand. After announcing the time of the funeral and the repast afterward at the church Amy sat down and held Jim’s hand as people rose slowly and formed a line to walk past the casket and offer a last prayer to Jonathan James Honeycutt. Julie was the last in line, hoping to catch Jim’s eye. The line continued around the room as the first in line offered condolences to the family and so on. Julie was the last person to commiserate with Jim but his mind was elsewhere. As soon as the last person exited the viewing room, the family, along with Tom, Reverend Garrett and Martin Macky, formed a tight circle around John and Ben offered up a heartfelt prayer. Jim was asked to say a few words but he was too choked up to speak. Amy invited the group to the manse for a light meal in order for them to get back in time for the evening session. “Reverend, I hope you don’t mind but there’s too much to do to prepare for the evening wake. We don’t have a large staff; that helps us keep costs low.” “I understand, Martin. We’ll try to make it back before the townsfolk get here.” With a wave, the director headed back to his office. Ben, Clarissa and Amy started to leave but Jim asked them to wait in the hall. He said he’d only be a few minutes. “What gives, Jimbo?” Tom backed away. “Nothing Tom, I have to say something to John. Don’t go, stay with me.” Tom

stepped up to the casket. “Johnny, I’m so sorry about everything. I never should have forced you to go for that drive. It’s my fault. Oh, and I’m sorry I didn’t say a prayer when Dad asked me but it wouldn’t come out.” I’m right here, Jim. I never left you. what Reverend Garrett said? Everything happens at a time of His choosing, not ours. Jim looked at John and then over at Tom. Oh, don’t worry. He can’t see me or hear me, as it should be. John waved and disappeared. “Are you ready, Jim? Let’s go eat; I’m starved.” Jim and Tom walked out. Amy asked Tom to ride with her. The others followed behind her car, it was a short drive. “So Tom, what did you think?” He gave the reverend a puzzled look. “About Jim, I mean. Do you think he’ll be okay? I’m worried about him.” “Reverend, I’m not really sure. But I promise to keep a friendly eye on him as often as I can. And I think you’re right about what you said today. I know you tried to tell Jim it wasn’t his fault. Everything happens for a reason, right?” Amy nodded.

Amy and the others arrived a few minutes before the evening crowd. There was nothing new to discuss. Other than new faces and well-wishers, the wake was almost identical to the earlier meeting. A few friends made it a point to come to the second wake hoping to speak to either Ben or Clarissa even though they’d already paid their respects earlier. Some of Jim’s high school friends dropped in to have a word with him and to let him know they were there for him if he needed anything. Reverend Garrett stood up and spoke about family and brotherhood. She surprised Ben and Clarissa when she asked them to come up and stand next to her, placing their hands on the casket along with hers. “Many of you may be wondering why I asked Ben and Clarissa to me. Grief affects all of us, Ben and Clarissa included. I want to tell you a story, a personal story. When I was fifteen I lost my best friend, my eighteen-year-old sister, Laura…so you see we have all been there, or most of us have. Tomorrow at 10 AM we will celebrate John’s life at the church with the funeral following afterward. All are invited to attend a meal in John’s name after the burial. Above all, God bless.” Amy thanked Martin Macky for everything he’d done to make the wake a memorable one. A few friends praised her for that personal touch. She asked Ben and Clarissa to meet her at the church at 9:30 in the morning to discuss the service. Seeing Jim and Tom hanging out in the back corner, she decided to have a quick word. “ what we talked about, Tom.” Tom nodded and waved. “Jim, hang in there. You’ve managed to reach the halfway point. You’ll be okay if you what we discussed.” Jim hugged her just before she walked out the door. As the reverend drove away, she saw Jim looking out the door. Dear Lord, protect that boy. Keep him safe. She smiled as she felt an invisible hand touch her shoulder. Someone tapped Jim, the lightest touch. He turned around. His eyes widened. “Uh, um, hello Julie, I didn’t notice you in the crowd. I have never seen so many

people in one room, not even in the school auditorium.” “Jim, I was here earlier today. I tried to get your attention but it was like, like you were on another planet or something.” “Um, sorry Julie, I had a tough time of it this afternoon. I have never been to a wake before and I had a hard time concentrating. It was like I wanted to be here but I didn’t, know what I mean?” Julie reached for Jim’s hand but he shied away. “Jim, I understand where you’re coming from, this is my first wake too. It’s uncomfortable but, if you think about it, it’s so very important to say goodbye. I can only imagine how much John meant to you.” A tear ran down Jim’s cheek as he excused himself and headed for the MEN’s room. Tom said a quick hello to Julie and excused himself as well, running after Jim. Hmmm, shy with a heart as big as all outdoors! Julie left with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. As Jim was exiting the Men’s, Mr. Farmer was heading inside. “Jim, you got a minute? Let’s sit right here. Won’t take long but then I really gotta go if you get my meaning.” Jim nodded as they sat down. The two chairs were conveniently placed just outside the restrooms. “I hope you don’t mind me asking you this here and now but would you be able to drop by Feed the Hog on Monday morning at say 7 AM? I’d like to show you around and talk about the job; that is, if you’re interested and it’s okay with your parents.” “Sure Mr. Farmer…” Frank gave him the look so he stopped mid-sentence. “I mean Frank; I can’t wait till Monday morning. Of course, Dad will have to give me a ride. I really appreciate you giving me this chance and I promise I won’t let you down.” “I’ll see you tomorrow Jim, I’m headin home after I make this pit stop.” Frank got up, touched Jim on the shoulder and walked into the bathroom. As he remained seated, Jim looked around the room, hoping to see Julie again. The service was over but people weren’t in a hurry to leave. Some 200 people were wandering around talking to friends and others they hadn’t seen in a long time. He waved to the bakers, Donald and Diane Doughman. They smiled and waved back. Tom came over and sat next to him, poking him in the ribs just

because. “Hey Jim, isn’t that our old history teacher, Mr. Thurber? Did you know he lives in the oldest house in town? It was built by his great-great something or other in like 1820, I think.” They waved but he didn’t see them. “Yeah but if you ask me he wasn’t the best history teacher in the world. I mentioned him recently when I was talking to my dad. You would think, for a guy whose family has lived here for ages, he would have taught us some local history. But he never even touched on the subject, I don’t think so anyway.” “I never gave it much thought. History is not my thing but my mom, she loves it. I like to tinker with my hands. The day John Bradley hired me was one of the best days of my life.” “Tom, I almost forgot to tell you, I was offered a job today. Dad and I took a ride; he even let me drive his fancy Toyota. He wanted to show me where he works. You know where Feed the Hog is, right?” “Does a bear shit in the woods?” Jim smiled and continued his story. “Okay, so Dad is the manager. He introduced me to the owner, Mr. Farmer, and his clerks, Paul and Julie. Anyway, Julie showed me around upstairs and when we came downstairs he asked me if I’d be willing to work thirty hours a week. I just spoke to him; he wants to talk to me early Monday morning and give me the work tour.” “Jim, I guess every cloud has a silver lining. That’s great news. The whole town respects him; I think you’ll do well there.” By 10 o’clock most of the people had left; several told Ben and Clarissa they would see them at the funeral. A few of the younger townspeople helped Martin Macky tidy up. He had been sitting in the back dozing off with his head propped up on a corner wall. Jim and Tom headed toward the door. Jim was even too tired to say goodnight to John. Ben and Clarissa walked over. “Tom, we’ll give you a lift home. Jim, hop in the back with Tom, too late for you to drive. It’s been a really long day but look at all the people that showed up to be here for us. I bet 450 people signed the guest book today.” Everyone was too tired to talk much.

George and Caryl Jones stood by their front door and waved when they saw Ben pull up. Caryl knew Ben would give Tom a ride home since they lived just down the road from each other. As Tom opened the door, Jim uttered, “Tommy thanks for today, man. See you tomorrow?” “You bet, bro, and I’ll be the first one there.” Tom turned and waved as Ben pulled around the drive and out onto the road.

Ben parked the car in the garage. “Jim, mind if we sit on the porch for a few minutes? It’s a nice clear night, no clouds, just stars and more stars.” “Okay Dad, I’m exhausted but I can spare a few minutes. I have to get up really early tomorrow.” They stopped at the rockers as Clarissa headed inside to make a cup of tea, chamomile, her favorite. Ben sat in his favorite rocker and Jim plopped down in the rocker made at Woodard’s Woodworks. “I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you today. Both sessions were so busy and the people, it was unbelievable. So how did today go for you?” Ben put his arm around his son’s shoulder. Jim scooched up to accommodate his dad’s arm. “Dad, honestly it was probably one of the hardest things I have ever had to do but I did it for us…and for Johnny. I got through it.” “Yes, you did and I’m proud of you. Believe me; I know how tough these things are. By the time I was twenty I had been to three wakes and funerals, both of my grandparents and Bernard’s. It’s not easy but I think it depends on your frame of mind and what you believe in. Off to bed with you now. Tomorrow is gonna be here before you know it.” They both stood up. “Come here.” Ben gave Jim a big hug and opened the door for him. I think he’ll make it but what ? I smell tea; I think I’ll my gal for a cup. Ben sat down at the table. Clarissa didn’t have to ask as she grabbed a clean cup from the counter, poured the hot water and handed him a packet of tea. Ben sighed as he opened it before letting the tea steep. “I thought for sure you guys would be outside a lot longer, what happened?” “Nothing really, I just wanted to ask Jim what he thought about the day. We hardly said two words to him the whole time. I could see how dragged out he was but he assured me he’ll get through it all and that’s a good thing…but what , me and you?” Ben sipped his tea. “Johnny…!” The dam broke and the tears flowed, unhindered by anyone or anything. Clarissa stood up and walked around the table, sitting on his knee. She hugged him as her reserve vanished. Both cried until they were too exhausted to

continue. Their tea had gone cold but neither one cared as they stood and walked upstairs, clasping hands.

4

“Dad, why didn’t you sit upfront?”

Two roosters crowed and another ed in the chorus. Jim had already been awake and up for half an hour having showered, made the coffee and set the table. He was writing furiously when his mom and dad walked in and sat down, waiting for the pot to finish brewing on the stovetop. “Good morning, Jimbo, what’s brewing besides the coffee? You’ve got more scratches on that paper than a dog with fleas.” “Hi Dad, I’m writing a speech for the funeral. I guess it’s a eulogy? I want to say goodbye to Johnny. I owe him that much and so much more. I asked Tom about funeral stuff. He said Miss Amy would be expecting a few people to stand up and say a few words. I hope I have the courage to do this thing.” While they talked Clarissa got up, turned the coffee off and made crepes with unfrozen strawberries and whipped crème. Ben poured the coffee as they continued to talk about funeral etiquette. Jim led the family in prayer without being asked. Wow, that’s a first. Ben looked at Clarissa. She smiled and winked. “Mom, these crepes are to die for, I mean they taste fantastical. I’m starving. Do you know we haven’t eaten for about twelve hours? I’m almost done with my eulogy. What time do we have to be at the church? Did you check to see if my suit was wrinkled?” “Dad, can I drive?” Ben nodded as he sipped his coffee. Clarissa put her hand on Jim’s shoulder. “Slow down, champ, or you’ll blow a gasket. Don’t eat too much of that whipped crème. We have to be to the church thirty minutes before the funeral. I checked out your suit last night before I went to bed. It’s fine.”

“Guess I’m a little nervous, huh.” Jim poured himself another cup of coffee. “We have some time so I’m gonna sit on the porch and read my eulogy out loud a few times.” Jim was almost out the door. “Aren’t you forgetting something, like your heavy coat? It’s a good thing your head’s glued on.” Jim looked back at his mom and smiled as he grabbed his parka. “I think of my brother Johnny every second and I am okay with that. He will always be in my heart, my brother, my best friend, my confidant, my keeper. Sadly, I will miss him ….” Oh, how sweet. You are going to make me cry. But you don’t have to do this for me, Jim. One more hurdle and you’re free. This will all be over. “John, I’m doing this because it’s the only way I know how to say goodbye and mean it, from the heart. You deserve way more. This is my fault. I did this, not you. And I can’t stop thinking about the accident, no matter how hard I try.” the promise we made. We will always be connected. His mother’s voice broke his concentration. “Jim, we have to leave in fifteen minutes. Come in and get dressed.” “Ben, hurry up and get out of the bathroom. Get off the throne. I have to go. We’re going to be late!” Jim heard his dad grumping in the bowels of the house. He ran inside, his eulogy lay on the rocker. In less than two minutes the Toyota was ready to roll, almost. “Ah…wrong seat, you’re driving, , son?” “Sorry Dad, I was thinking about John.” Jim got out and walked around to the driver’s side. Clarissa sat in front, Ben sat in the back. Jim smiled at his mom and buckled up before she could remind him. She nodded. Ben sat back, determined to enjoy the short ride. “I love this paint job, Dad, it’s so unique. I bet I’ve told you that a thousand times.” “Not quite, but close. John Bradley did me a solid that day. He did the job at cost. We made a deal. Whenever he needs something from Feed the Hog I give him my manager’s discount. It’s a win-win.”

“Jim, a stop sign’s coming up.” “Mom, did you notice I’m already braking? Dad, why didn’t you sit upfront?” “Would it have mattered?” “…I guess not.” “What is that supposed to mean?” No one replied. “We’re almost there, slow down.” They both groaned but remained quiet. Jim pulled in and parked next to the space reserved for the handicapped. Amy held the door open when she saw them coming up the walk. “Hey Jim, I saw you in the driver seat. You look pretty sharp in that snazzy two-toner. How do you like driving?” “I like driving but I prefer Dad being in the enger seat.” Amy laughed. Ben smirked but remained tight-lipped. Clarissa remarked, “By the way, you never answered my question, do either of you have anything to say?” Ben walked to the front of the church, iring the casket. Jim walked toward the back pretending to look at the stained glass windows. Why won’t they answer me? Amy led Clarissa up to the first pew. Ben ed them. They talked about funeral procedures, the church service, pallbearer choices and the meal to follow. Jim chose to remain near the door awaiting Tom’s arrival. Ben informed Amy that Jim had written a eulogy. They talked quietly about Jim and the stress he was under. Amy reminded them, “Everything happens for a reason and in His time.” All three glanced back at Jim as the door opened. Tom and his parents, George and Caryl Jones, walked in. Tom and Jim punched each other in the shoulder as his parents walked up to the front to talk with the minister, Ben and Clarissa. Jim and Tom continued pummeling until Ben and George gave them the look. “Gee, your dad and my dad must have gone to the same school. My dad calls it ‘the look’ and when that happens it’s like stop what you’re doing or else.” They walked to the front and sat down, keeping their hands folded. People began to enter through the front door, the side and the backdoors. Amy

stood up, tapped the mic and made a short announcement, “Good morning everyone, the church isn’t this full on Easter or Christmas. I guess I should have put out the collection plates. By the way, I ed the fire marshal early this morning. He granted me a one-day dispensation. We’re allowed to fill the room until the walls burst. So the more the merrier. Let’s wait a few more minutes. I wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out.” After ten minutes and three more people crowding inside, she stood up and put on her serious face. “Hello everyone, we are gathered here today to honor the life of a beloved son and brother, Jonathan James Honeycutt.” She talked for a bit about the history of the family and the community. The anecdotes she shared about the boys as they were growing up had everyone in stitches. Amy looked at Ben and Clarissa; they walked up to the podium. Amy spoke about what it meant to be a mother losing a son. She personalized her sermon as she spoke about her sister, Laura, and her horrible unavoidable death. She also mentioned Ben and what he was going through, a father losing a twin son. Reverend Amy stopped talking and sat down on one of the two daises facing the congregation. Clarissa cleared her throat. “Amy asked me to say a few words about Johnny.” She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin and continued. She touched Ben’s shoulder and he spoke for a few minutes. The quiet man was quiet no longer. He poured out his heart and the people were awed. The reverend approached the podium and asked others if they might say a few words or tell a funny story. Two of John’s first-year college buddies stood and talked for a minute. Mr. Bradley said a word or two from his pew. Frank Farmer and his niece Julie went to the front and spoke for just a bit. Frank got carried away when he spoke about an incident between Johnny and two mean roosters he was boarding for a friend. The minister stood by the dais. “Does anyone else have a final word before we conclude the service?” No one spoke or moved. “As soon as the service is concluded we’ll walk to the gravesite in back of the church. Immediately following the internment we will meet at the church, for those who wish to attend, and have a repast in John’s honor.” She waited another minute. “Okay, we’ll close with a prayer. Ben, would you lead us?” Jim stood by his seat. “Um, Dad, Reverend Amy, can I say something?” They

nodded as he walked to the front, knocking the mic off the stand. He looked up, a few people laughed and others smiled encouragingly. “I made a promise to Johnny a long time ago. We promised we’d always have each other’s backs. So I figured this was the only thing I could do for him that might mean something. I wrote a eulogy this morning. It’s right here in my pocket.” He reached inside but his pocket was empty. He turned it inside out, still nothing. “Um, correction, it’s not here. I left it on the front porch.” … more laughter. I need you bro! Jim started to walk back to his seat when his mom and dad each put their hand on his shoulder, one on the left and the other on the right, tugging at him gently. He looked around and noticed John standing next to his dad. Jim sighed and stepped back next to the mic. “This is for you, Johnny.” Jim cleared his throat. “I think of my brother, Johnny, often and I am okay with that. He will always be in my heart, my brother, my best friend, my confidant, my keeper. Sadly, I will miss him every second of every day….” By the time he was done there wasn’t a dry eye in the church. When he took a seat everyone stood up and applauded his efforts to praise his brother. Ben was too broken up to say the prayer so Amy took over. The service was concluded, pallbearers were selected and the coffin was carried to the gravesite. It was only a short walk. Just before Amy was ready to begin the final burial message, Jim walked up to her. “Miss Amy, I know I should have asked you this before the service but can I give something to Johnny. It’s pretty special and I want him to have it.” “It’s an unusual request Jim but why not.” She asked Ben to open the coffin so Jim could place the gift in John’s hand. As Jim put the purple pinecone in his brother’s palm, the one he’d found in his pocket while he was at the funeral home, he whispered to John, “I’ll never forget the promise we made.” No one heard him, not even his dad. Jim stepped away as Ben sealed the coffin. Four men lowered it into the grave. Amy and the remaining congregation recited the Twenty-Third Psalm. She said a final prayer for John’s eternal rest. Several of the women and a few of the men threw roses onto the coffin. While six men, including Ben, Jim and Tom were filling the hole, Amy announced that she was hungry. She patted Jim on the shoulder, turned around and walked back to the

church basement. Most of the people followed, but a few stayed behind: Clarissa and Ben, George and Caryl Jones, Frank and Fanny Farmer, Julie and John and Bonnie Bradley. Jim was the last one to leave the cemetery. He leaned against an old headstone thinking about John and everything they’d been through. Taking one last look at the fresh grave, he turned around and headed toward the church. The wind picked up and he thought he heard a faint I am with you always. He stopped and listened, but other than the wind blowing even the birds were quiet.

The basement was packed; there were about 100 people in the too small space sitting elbow-to-elbow. But no one seemed to mind and everyone was talking about the food, the funeral, but mostly about John. Amy stood up and waited for everyone to quiet down. It didn’t take long, everyone loved and respected her. “Hello again, I want to thank you all for making mountains of food. I didn’t have to lift a finger, ain’t that somethin’. Before I forget, I want to let everyone know there will be a special church service tomorrow at 9:30 AM. I know Monday is an odd day for a service but I promise you it will be unique and short.” Everyone laughed. “Now Ben, I know you can say the prayer. But make it quick because we’re famished.” Many ed hands while Ben said the Our Father. There was no room for the food to be served properly so the room erupted into happy chaos. Some got mashed potatoes, others did not. Too often the gravy was nowhere to be found. The coleslaw was gone before you could say where is it. Some people ate hot ham, others had cold leftovers. Overall, everyone had enough to eat and the desserts were out of this world yummy. Afterwards, Jim walked over to talk to Mr. Farmer. “Frank, I hope you don’t mind postponing our 7 AM meeting until Tuesday. I have to attend the special church service with my family. Miss Amy has done so much for us and I wouldn’t want to let her down.” Frank told Jim he’d see him early Tuesday morning if that was okay. Jim was happy to oblige. The community was tight-knit; no one left without giving Ben, Clarissa and Jim a hug. Some of the women cried when they hugged Jim but one girl was happy, she gave Jim a big kiss on the cheek before she walked out the door. Jim sat down abruptly. “Tom, is it hot in here? Feels like ninety-five degrees.” “Your temperature just went up; the room’s no hotter than it was five minutes ago. I saw that action. She’s a looker!” Fanny, Bonnie and Clarissa were cleaning up in the kitchen. Tom and his mom were clearing and cleaning tables. Ben and George were putting the chairs and tables back where they belonged. Jim was just sitting, staring into space and missing his other half.

Reverend Garrett walked over and sat next to Jim. “This is tough for you, huh?” “You said a mouthful, Miss Amy. But you know what? I got through it.” “I knew you would, Jim, because I have faith. Got a minute? Let’s take a short walk. I already talked to your mom and dad so they won’t be missing you. Besides, they have their hands full and they don’t need us under foot. Get your coat.” The manse was right next to the church. Jim didn’t really need his coat. “ the other day, you asked me about my old coatrack? Have a seat. … Ready for another history lesson?” Jim nodded and yawned at the same time. “Before I start in, you have any room left for a homemade cookie and a cup of tea?” That got Jim’s attention. “Sure, by any chance would that be a peanut butter cookie… or two and chamomile tea?” Amy went to the kitchen and came back five minutes later with two cups of hot tea and ten peanut butter cookies wrapped in a pie tin. She handed Jim two cookies. “Take that tin home with you.” “Wow, Miss Amy, you’re treating me like royalty.” “That’s because you are special. Just look what you did today. That eulogy, it’s the best one I’ve ever heard and I have been doing this for a very long time. Okay, now about that coatrack, it is handmade, not a machine-tooled piece of wood. My great-grandfather, Gerry Garrett, made that for my great-grandma, Gertrude, and gave it to her the day my grandfather was born. It’s pretty sturdy for something made 130 years ago.” “I’ll say, it’s so intricate and it looks really tight. By any chance is it hickory? Did he use nails?” “You’re right, it is hickory. Grandpa Garrett used horse glue and dowels; they had nails back then, but not like the ones they make today. So now you know all about the coatrack. …Do you have any other questions?” Jim shook his head, feeling a peanut buttery sugar rush and the chamomile tea’s calming effects.

“You ready to head on back? Don’t forget your cookies. I’m going to relax a little. But before you go home come back here and have your dad park in my driveway. See you in a little bit.” Jim thanked Amy, gave her a hug and walked back to the church. Tom and his parents had already left. Clarissa and Ben met Jim at the front door. “Hey Dad, Miss Amy wanted me to tell you to stop over before we head home. She didn’t say why.” While Jim sat in the car, Ben and Clarissa got out, knocked on Amy’s door and walked in. Amy was seated at the table still drinking her tea. “Have a seat, I have something for you.” She handed Ben a sealed envelope and a letter opener. “What is this?” “Well, open it and find out.” “Good Lord, there’s a check in here for $10,000. And it says funeral expenses in the memo.” Ben showed the check to Clarissa. “The funeral was $4000. What are we gonna do with the rest of the money, can we give it back?” “We raised the money, it took a few days. The whole town chipped in. The church has never been so busy, or the manse. People were dropping in every half hour, handing me food and money. I had to empty the collection plates three times a day. And there’s plenty of food on the table. Take that home too. Before you go, I have a little something for Jimmy. Throw that old coatrack in the back of your car. He loves that piece of junk. Where is Jim by the way? I thought for sure he’d come in with you guys.” “He’s beat so we left him in the car. Ten to one he’s already asleep in the back. The funeral and everything has really gotten to him and he hasn’t been sleeping well. He’ll flip when he sees the rack tomorrow morning. He’s so tired he wouldn’t notice it if it bit him. He’ll probably sleep for twelve hours.” “Ben, don’t worry about the money. Frank Farmer came up with the idea. If we didn’t have the money it would be a different story. I’m sure you’ll put it to a good cause. I’m bushed myself so I’m gonna shove you guys out the door; I’ll see you soon.” Ben and Clarissa thanked Amy and left with rack in hand.

5

“Umm, why are you whispering?”

“G ood morning, Mom. Hey, last night I almost tripped over some big thing near the bathroom, what is it?” “Didn’t you see it when you got up this morning? You can’t miss it.” “I haven’t been to the bathroom yet. I was looking for my book; the one Miss Amy gave me about the stars. Have you seen it?” “It’s lying on that little coffee table on the front porch. It’s been there for a few days. Hope it’s not too damp. Go and get it. Hurry up and get in the bathroom before your father does. You know how long he takes in there. He thinks the bathroom is his castle.” Clarissa shook her head as Jim ran out the front door in his PJ’s. Unbelievable! “Got it Mom and it’s fine, hardcover books are pretty solid. But the dust jacket’s a little damp.” “Turn the light on in the hallway and don’t make yourself too comfortable in the bathroom. That means hurry up.” Jim walked back into the kitchen. “Mom, you’ll never guess what I just saw in the hall, Miss Amy’s antique coatrack! How did that get here?” “My ear, you’re standing right next to me. Sit down for a minute while I pour us a cup of coffee. Here’s the milk.” Jim reached for the bowl. “You don’t need sugar.” She slapped his hand. “You fell asleep in the car and we didn’t want to wake you. Amy gave us a little present so she decided to gift you ‘that piece of junk’. That’s what she called it but I am sure it’s been much loved over the years. We put it in the hallway so you’d see it when you got up this morning.”

Jim moved the coatrack, placing it near the front door. “I can’t wait to tell Tom and Mister Frank and John Bradley and Julie Johnson.” Ben walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and a mini coffee cake from the kitchen counter. “…And what’s up with Julie Johnson?” “My new old coatrack, I can’t wait to show it to her, I mean…to tell her about it.” “And just who is this girl…Julie? I don’t think I’ve ever heard her name mentioned before.” Jim got up to get the cranberry juice. Clarissa jabbed Ben in the rib. He gave it back to her but not as hard. “Umm, Julie is Mr. Farmer’s grandniece. She works for him up on the second floor. I don’t know how old she is but I think she might be a senior or maybe she graduated last year. I guess I’ll have to ask her next time I see her which…just might be tomorrow.” “Dad, I talked to Frank after the wake and he asked me to come in today at 7 AM. When I saw him yesterday, we decided to postpone our meeting until tomorrow due to today’s church service. He wants to show me around and talk to me about the job. Can I drive, please?” Ben nodded. “Now finish drinking your coffee and get in that bathroom. We still have to eat breakfast and we are leaving here at nine sharp.” Jim gulped down his coffee and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. While Ben was waiting for Jim to get out of the shower, he got another cup of coffee as he watched Clarissa make breakfast, fried eggs over light, spicy sausages and wheat pancakes with a side of blueberries. She’s still the sweetest thing since sugar on a biscuit. “Excuse me; did you say something, dear? Get over there and knock on that bathroom door. I swear he takes longer than you. What is it with men and bathrooms?” Ben stood up, bowed and walked over to the throne room. “That breakfast was better than yesterday’s. You should open up a restaurant, Mom. I can see it now, Clarissa’s Cantina.” “Never gonna happen, a cantina’s a bar and you know we don’t drink hard

liquor. By the way, what did we have yesterday for breakfast?” He’ll never . “That’s an easy one, crepes with strawberries. Does Clarissa’s Café sound better?” Jim drank a glass of juice having just finished eating a mini cake.

The Monday service was unique. Nothing was planned. Amy announced that for the first time in the history of the church, as far as she knew, they were going to wing it, somewhat, just like Jim did the night before. And it worked. “We do have to follow certain protocol, just a few things. We have to sing, otherwise people might get the wrong idea. I must have a short sermon and we have to pray. So I do have a loose outline. Let’s just see how it goes and if we like it we may do it again in the future.” Several parishioners prayed for the Honeycutts. Amy and a few others shared something special about John. Her sermon revolved around love and loss. “Sunday we will be talking about T.L.F.G., True Love For God. That’s what I call it. Others refer to the concept as ‘The Lighter Fluid Gang’. We’re going to have a lot of fun. I assure you T.L.F.G. has nothing to do with fire or arson. I can barely strike a match.” The congregation chuckled. “Now, where do we go and what do we do?” Standing up, the people chorused, “We go out into the world to be the people of God!” Clarissa and Ben thanked everyone for their kindness and their monetary gifts, including all the food that was prepared. Of course Clarissa did the talking. When Amy asked for a final prayer, Jim stood up and offered one. After the service several people lingered to talk to Amy, Ben and Clarissa. Standing near the coatroom waiting to leave, Jim invited Tom and his family over for lunch. “Are you sure your mom and dad won’t mind? Hang here a sec while I talk to my mom and dad before they book.” “If my mom invited half the town we’d still have leftovers.” Jim heard a tapping sound in the coatroom; he walked in to investigate. Tom told Jim he’d be right back. “Psssttt…Psssttt.” Julie turned the light on and turned it off just as quick. “What the heck are you doing in the coatroom?” “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Umm, why are you whispering?” “Because I can and I like it. Is your dad driving you to Feed the Hog tomorrow?” “Yeah, so what and who told you?” “Frank told me. See you then,” Julie whispered in his ear. As she left the room she turned the light on. Tom walked up to Jim. “What was that drama all about? I didn’t hear a thing.” “That girl is weirder than a three dollar bill. She asked me if I was going to Feed the Hog tomorrow and the whole time she was whispering. When she said ‘See you then’ she whispered in my ear. What an oddball.” “Bro, Julie is far from weird; she’s a fox and she likes you. My mom and dad are waiting by the car. We’ll meet you at the house.”

Clarissa, that lunch was just wonderful and the selection, oh my Lord. You have Topaz Thursday’s beat by a mile. They can’t hold a candle to you.” “Caryl, all I did was make some hot mint tea and warm up several plates and bowls full of delicious food from neighbors and friends. The company’s always more desirable than the food. We haven’t had you folks over in months. We have to do this more often and before you leave make sure you take some of this food home with you. We’ll never be able to eat all of it.” Caryl said she’d be happy to relieve Clarissa of some of the delicious dishes. Clarissa showed her an empty box in the laundry room and told her to fill it to the brim before she left. “Let me go grab the fellas off the porch. I’ll make some fresh whole bean coffee and we’ll see if they have any room for dessert. Hang on one sec.” Clarissa turned around and faced the front porch. “Ben, George, Jim and Tommy, get your butts in here now! That always works and I don’t have to get up.” Caryl laughed until she almost fell out of her chair. The men came in, hung up their coats on the antique rack and took seats in the kitchen. “I just put on a fresh pot; plenty of cakes and pies on the counter. We have some serious business to discuss and the best time to do it is now, with friends.” Everyone filled their cups as soon as it was done perking while Caryl dished out cake and pie. Ben took over. “We haven’t told anyone yet so here goes. After the meal at the church Amy presented us with a check for $10,000 for burial expenses. The whole town pitched in. The funeral was $4000. That leaves us with six grand, any suggestions?” Caryl chimed in, “Well, don’t forget you have to buy a stone for Johnny and they’re not a dime a dozen.” Tom interrupted, “I went online this morning. There’s a place in Malone that does really great work. I saw a nice selection for $1000 and that includes the footing in the cemetery. They might charge extra for delivery, maybe fifty dollars. They’re open six days a week and they’re only forty-five minutes away.” Tom gave Ben a slip of paper with the address and phone number written on it. “Good work, now what about the extra money?” They continued to bat a few

suggestions around. “Let’s start a scholarship in John’s name. He was always the smartest. I bet he’d like that. We have at least $4500 left. That seems like a good start.” Ben decided to add to the conversation, “Okay, that makes sense. We have to come up with qualifying criteria, who should get a scholarship?” After much deliberation, Jim’s suggestion was chosen, any graduating senior in Clinton County who had lost a loved one, a mother, a father, a sister or a brother in the last twelve months would be a prime candidate. Tom volunteered to research what setting up a scholarship entailed. Ben asked George to accompany him to Malone to pick out a monument the following morning. George was more than happy to lend a hand. With the hard work behind them, they relaxed, drank coffee and munched on assorted calorie whoppers. The cheesecake won out. Jim showed them his new prized possession, Miss Amy’s coatrack a.k.a. her piece of junk. “Her great-grandfather was probably a master craftsman. Jim, do you know this coatrack is probably worth a few thousand dollars. Any auction house would probably give you a thousand dollars for it knowing they could double their money,” George informed him. Jim was flabbergasted. George was a prominent antique dealer in Plattsburgh. Jim showed Tom his book about the constellations. George and Ben decided to head back to the porch while Clarissa and Caryl cleaned up the kitchen, packed up the food and stored it in the chest freezer. “Caryl, I just have to tell somebody before I burst, but promise me you won’t tell George or Tom.” Caryl nodded while she was putting dishes of food in the box Clarissa had given her. Clarissa whispered in her ear, “I think Jim has a young gal on his tail. I saw her talking to him at the funeral home. Today at church I saw her walking out of the coatroom, followed by Jim.” “I think that’s wonderful. You and I both know what a girl can do for a guy and right now I think Jim could use a little distraction. Do I know her?” “Julie Johnson, I’ve never met her, have you?” Caryl shook her head. “She’s Frank Farmer’s grandniece. She works for him down at Feed the Hog.

Tomorrow Jim’s heading down there. Frank offered him a job to boot, isn’t that wonderful?” “Hmmm, sounds like Ben and Frank have plans for Jim. When I look at Frank I don’t see a matchmaker. But he is a really nice guy. We buy horse feed from him regularly. Funny thing, every time we go in the horse feed is on sale.” “What about horse feed, Caryl?” Ben and George were walking toward the kitchen. “George, did you wipe your feet when you came inside? I see snow melting all over the hallway. See that mop by the backdoor? Do you want somebody to slip and fall, like me?” George ran to the back, got the mop and cleaned up his mess without a peep. Clarissa gave her a big smile and a wink. Tom and Jim had been sitting on the couch looking at Jim’s new book. They walked over to watch a big man turn into a puppy. George completed the task and sat down with a thud. “I think it’s time to hit the road, I’m beat; that was quite a workout, all that mopping. Ben, your hallway is massive. You could build a walk-in closet and still have plenty of room.” Caryl thanked Ben and Clarissa for the wonderful time together while George was getting his breath back. As he lifted the box of food, Tom promised to have the scholarship information within a few hours. Ben helped George out of his seat and gave him a hearty slap on the back after telling him he’d pick him up around eight in the morning.

6

“I might just forget about those teaspoons.”

“J im, are you ready?” Ben knocked on the bathroom door. “Mom is coming too and she’s already waiting in the car. After we drop you off we’re going to pick George up and head over to Malone. You know what they say, three heads are better than one. Mom wanted to help us pick out a stone, too.” Jim finished tidying up, walked into the kitchen and sat down, helping himself to a small cup of coffee and an apple turnover. “You look really spiffy for Feed the Hog. It’s only a feed store, not American City bank.” Jim shrugged as he grabbed a travel mugful of coffee and put five turnovers in a bag, two apple and three cherry. “We have so much food I decided to share.” “Nice touch, Jim. Let’s go.” Ben handed the keys to Jim. He twirled the keyring on his finger as he strolled out the door. Jim climbed in while his father got comfortable next to him. He looked in his rearview and gave his mom a big grin as he buckled up. Pulling out of the drive, he mouthed Thank you, Dad as he drove down the road, making certain he was doing just under thirty. He parked the car just six inches from the curb and handed the keys to his dad. “We’re coming inside, Jim. I want to show your mom around. I told George we’d be there at eight.” “Howdy Jim, two minutes early and you look pretty spiffy for a feed store. This ain’t American City Bank ya know.” Jim looked at his dad and back at Frank. “Come on in, Clarissa.” “Howdy Ben, hang your coats over there.” Ben let Frank know they’d only be staying for a few minutes.

“Hello Mister Farm… I mean Frank. I didn’t want to be late for orientation and thanks for seeing me today rather than yesterday.” Clarissa handed Jim his coffee mug and the bag of apple turnovers. Frank invited them to sit at a huge heavy wooden table that had seen better days. He pushed a button on an intercom and told Paul and Julie to meet him at the round table, “…And bring your thermoses.” The cash dinged as the drawer was closed. The harsh scrape of a wooden chair, followed by a clatter, interrupted the smell of fresh coffee as Paul sauntered over from the main counter. Jim looked up; a clicking noise could be heard seemingly skittering across the ceiling followed by a pair of legs coming down the stairs. Julie’s face appeared two seconds later. Jim ired her from afar…Not half bad! “Julie and Paul, I’d like you to meet Clarissa, Ben’s wife. Ben is going to give her a quick tour of the place.” Ben took Clarissa by the hand after the introductions were made and led her away. “They only have fifteen minutes to spare. The tour will be a short one.” “We need Jim on our team to accomplish our goals. Let’s take a quick coffee break as long as there are no customers. Clarissa brought us some fresh apple turnovers, help yourselves.” Paul took a turnover with him and walked over to the customer counter to count the . Julie sat next to Jim and helped herself to a cherry turnover while Frank talked with Jim and Julie about the business and the modifications. “Julie, give Jim the working man’s tour of the place. You already know what our future plans are and what needs to be done. Show Jim the ropes while I relax and stuff my face with a delicious pastry. I’ll talk to you later, Jim.” Jim nodded as Julie stood up. “First, let me show you our new storeroom.” Julie opened an old door and entered a cavernous dusty poorly lit room full of junk. Wait till he sees this place! While Frank was in turnover heaven and Jim and Julie were busy talking, Ben and Clarissa ducked outside. The bell tinkled above the door but no one heard it. “Julie, this is not a new storeroom, it’s not even an old storeroom. It looks like a

junk room.” “Whatever you do, do not refer to this room as a junk room in Frank’s presence. This is one of the main reasons he hired you. You are going to help him clean this place up. What’s worth keeping will be boxed, inventoried and sold at a later date either in store or at an auction house. Frank doesn’t throw money away. Anything he deems junk will be either sold as scrap metal or thrown in the dumpster out back. Come with me.” Julie led Jim back to the main store floor. “Before I started here Paul cleaned and mopped this floor every night before closing. Once I started it was my job. Can you guess what you’ll be doing soon enough? Do you know how to use a mop bucket, a mop and a squeegee? If not, you will pretty soon. Come on, let’s go upstairs; we’ll take the elevator.” The ride was slow but quiet. “Julie, I don’t mind mopping a floor. Thanks to my mom, I have tons of experience, especially when I forget to take my boots off in the mudroom.” Julie snickered at his comment. “Here we are, the second floor is smaller than the first, but not by much. I can’t do all this work by myself and Frank says we are not ready to hire another person to help me. So aside from fixing up the storeroom and mopping, I’ll need you to help me. But I promise the work won’t be as strenuous as anything you’ll do downstairs. The museum is fascinating but it needs some TLC, cleaning and remodeling. The exhibits need to be switched around once a year. The labels on a lot of the stuff are old and yellowed. It doesn’t look presentable anymore.” “I love the museum. I’d help you with this any day of the week, even when I’m not working.” Julie thanked Jim as they walked over to another section. “See all these antiques; every one of them is for sale. Even these need dusting periodically and the displays have to be kept up. Proper placement helps increase sales. Higher priced items are upfront and lower priced things are in the back. We have one small clearance section in the far corner.” Julie grabbed his hand and urged him along. “Come on, Jim. No time to touch the antiques. I have one more thing to show you, it’s downstairs.” Jim pushed the button on the elevator. “I can’t believe it; the elevator is so quiet for its age. The other day, when you

were helping that old lady, I saw six old teaspoons on a shelf. If they’re still in stock I would like to buy them for my mom. Can you save them for me?” Julie said she would go him one better. Jim looked at her but she just smiled at him. “This is our barnyard. I think your dad showed you last time you were here. Anyway, when the animals are in stock it’s my job to keep this place clean and presentable. Paul is afraid to dirty his hands or scuff up his shoes. I’m lucky your dad helps me sometimes. As much as I love animals, it’s a lot of work caring for them. I hope you’ll help me with this when the time comes.” “I never asked Dad who supplied him with our animals but I bet he got them from Frank. We have several chickens, three ducks, two geese and a few other animals on our little farm. Mom and dad have a huge garden out back. I think I can spare some time to help you here.” Julie almost hugged him, she stopped herself. “Jim, I have to get back. The second floor beckons. I’ve showed you everything, I think. Frank is waving his coffee cup. I think that’s your cue.” Julie started to walk away, stopped and turned back around. Jim was already heading toward Frank. “Humph, I might just forget about those teaspoons.” Not even a thank you! “Have a seat Jim, another cup of coffee?” Frank poured Jim a cup. “I assume Julie showed you my new storeroom. I know it’s a mess right now but with some hard work and some organization it’ll be perfect for what I have in mind. Some of the stuff in there will bring in a nice piece of change, the rest is junk. But we have to separate it before we can profit from it. I can’t do this by myself and I don’t have enough help as it is. Are you up to the task?” “I’m willing to work hard if you’ll guide me. But what are you going to do with all that space once we get it situated?” “This is an old feed store so there’re pallets all over the place and most of the customers don’t mind it. But I am looking to attract more people, not just farmers, landscapers and home gardeners. To do that, we need to make this place more attractive, homey and inviting. And if we can get rid of all these pallets it’ll give us more floor space, open the place up.” Jim agreed with him as he listened; he was learning something new at the same time. Mr. Farmer sure knows a lot about running a business.

“Julie has a keen eye; she is quite the decorator. I am going to use her talents to make this place shine. I want to be able to store all of my overstock in that big room including the stuff on the pallets. We’ll install more shelving and display racks on the main floor. I might even give you more than thirty hours per week if it works out. What do you think of all this baloney?” “Mister Frank, I’m your man. When do I start?” “You’ve already started and your parents just pulled up. Talk everything over with them; this is for you.” Frank handed Jim seventy-five dollars. “Your time is my dime.” “Wow, thank you, Frank. Umm, honestly I don’t deserve this money because I didn’t do any real work. We talked and Julie showed me around, that’s all. Even though I was here for five hours, I had fun but there was no labor involved.” “Like I said Jim, your time is my dime. You were here when you could have been doing something else. I asked you to come here and I always pay for someone’s time. I would pay you even if I asked you to sit in a chair and watch grass grow or snow fall. “Well, okay, you’re the boss. Are you sure?” Frank nodded. “At this rate I’ll be able to buy the telescope I want in no time flat.” “A telescope hmm, I see one in your future. See ya later kiddo.” Jim thanked him again and ran out the door. I guess I better dust off that old Celestron 8.Frank sat down and helped himself to another turnover. One left, I think it has Julie’s name on it. Frank took the elevator instead of the stairs.

The ride home was uneventful. Jim talked about the store and especially about the museum. “Dad, Frank is a really nice guy and the Hog is ginormous. There’s a room full of junk there as big as the bottom floor of our house. And he wants me to help him clean it out and organize it. I told him I’m up for the task. He said I could start right away as long as it’s okay with you guys. And to top it off he gave me seventy-five dollars and I didn’t do any real work.” “Did he show you around and tell you about his new business model? I’ve seen that room and it is huge. But whatever you do, make sure the word junk never comes out of your mouth. Seventy-five smackeroos, not bad; I bet he said ‘your time, my dime’ am I right?” Jim nodded. While backing the car into the garage, Ben suggested they sit on the porch for a few minutes. “Frank is a funny guy. You know, he said the same thing to me twenty years ago. But I understand where he is coming from. He believes a fair day’s work deserves a fair day’s pay and he’s right. You were there even though you barely lifted a finger other than to drink coffee.” “I guess you’re right. I told him I was going to save up my money to buy a decent telescope. He said something kinda strange just before you pulled up. He said he saw a telescope in my future.” Jim was sitting in the rocker his dad had made in high school wood shop. “Let’s go in, the wind’s picking up and I smell fresh coffee and chicken soup.” They walked inside and hung their coats on the antique hanger. “Mom, who made this chicken soup and this homemade bread; it’s fantabulous?” “Jimmy, where do you come up with those crazy words? Amy made the bread and Diane Doughman, the baker’s wife, made the soup. Your dad told me you’d like to start working at the Hog tomorrow. You know after everything that’s happened in the last few days I think we need to rest a bit. You can start on Thursday.” “Guess I can wait a little while. I’m going to call Tom after we finish eating. I want to ask him about the John Honeycutt Memorial Scholarship. Maybe we can set that up tomorrow.”

“Jim, before you call Tom I just wanted you to know we picked out a beautiful monument for John. Upstate had a wide selection to choose from; the stone was even on sale. Your dad was talking to the owner. It seems he is good friends with John Bradley. We saved five-hundred dollars. When we mentioned Johnny he said he’d read the article in the paper. It’s amazing how nice people can be sometimes.” Clarissa showed Jim the monument brochure and the one they chose after she wiped a tear from her cheek. “This is a beautiful stone, I think John would approve. I only wish I could ask him what he thinks about it. I’m going to call Tom now. You guys did a great job.” Clarissa nodded; her reply was stuck in her throat. “Hello Tom, yeah, about the scholarship? …My voice? Oh, I’m okay. We have to set it up with a local bank? I’ll ask my dad to call the bank as soon as I get off the phone. Want to come over for breakfast tomorrow, say 8:30? Of course, only if we can go to the bank tomorrow morning. Thanks, I’ll call you back as soon as my dad’s off the phone.” Jim handed the phone to his dad. “This is Ben Honeycutt. We want to set up a memorial scholarship fund. Right, Jonathan Honeycutt. The whole town chipped in. You did, thank you very much. I have to speak to the president of the bank? Okay, Timothy Husson, you said. What time tomorrow? Any time after ten, that sounds perfect. Thanks Renee and thanks again for your contribution. Maybe we’ll see you tomorrow.” Ben gave the phone back to Jim. They spoke briefly just before Jim called Tom again. “Hi Tom, it’s me. Yup, we’re meeting with the president of American City Bank sometime after 10 AM. Are you riding your bike over? Okay, see you at 8:30 and don’t forget to bring the scholarship info. We’ll kick it around over breakfast. Of course you’re coming with us…duh! See you tomorrow, dingbat. Oh, and bring your backpack. No, I’m not telling you now. You’ll find out tomorrow… Goodbye pal.” Clarissa walked into the living room just as Jim hung up the phone. “So what did Tom have to say?” “He found that information about scholarships. He’s coming over tomorrow for breakfast, if that’s okay? She pointed to the cakes on the kitchen counter. “I get it. Dad called the bank and some lady said the president of the bank would meet

with us any time after ten. The bank needs three signatures on the scholarship forms. Can I drive the Honda tomorrow? I think it’s roomier than Dad’s Toyota.” She agreed as long as she could sit in the front seat. “Ugh.” “And what is that supposed to mean young man?” “Nothing Mom, thank you. Where’s Dad?”She shrugged her shoulders. Jim knew where to look. “Hey, Dad, I knew I’d find you sitting out here on the porch.” “I’m just doing a crossword and enjoying the sun, gotta keep the brain active. What’s on your mind, boyo?” Jim sat in Clarissa’s rocking chair. “No offense, Dad, but this rocker is the oldest of the three and it’s the sturdiest. I just wanted to let you know Tom’s coming for breakfast tomorrow. We need to figure out a scholarship strategy. You know like, what the bank can do for us; how we can go about raising money. I already spoke to Mom. Do you mind if Tom comes to the bank with us?” “Of course Tom can come along. I do know ACB offered me and your mom 1.25% interest with our savings plan. You might be able to coax a bit more out of their coffers. American City Bank has been around for a long time. I have it on good authority that the bank has an A+ credit rating. We’ll see what tomorrow brings but I want you and Tom to negotiate with Mr. Husson. It was your idea after all.” “Thanks for letting Tom come along. We’ll do the best we can for the fund. Umm, Dad, I just ed something; I forgot to feed the chickens this morning… and the other animals.” “I noticed the chickens have been fussing more than usual. I was wondering when you were going to get around to feeding them. After all, we are required to do the right thing, correct? And don’t forget the other critters.” “I know… and we do the right thing when nobody’s looking. I’ve heard that more than once. Listen, I can hear Penny squealing up a storm. Gotta go get my boots on and dress warm for the task at hand…sorry Dad.” Ben smiled and walked indoors. He’s learnin, baby steps.

“…Jim, time for supper! Let’s go, food’s getting cold. Where is that boy? Ben walked into the kitchen with the newspaper in his hand and threw it on the table. “Would you believe there’s a small article in the paper about a new high school scholarship, the Jonathan Honeycutt Memorial Scholarship? And we haven’t even gotten to the bank to set it in motion. Who spilled the beans before the gravy was made?” Jim came in dragging his feet. “Who’s spilling gravy now?” Muddy tracks led from the backdoor to the kitchen table. “James Jonathan Honeycutt, look at the floor. I guess someone forgot to wipe their feet. Go get a mop and a bucket of hot water right now! I’m waiting… And you smell like you fell in a dung heap!” “Gee Mom, can’t I rest for one darn minute. I just got done feeding all the animals. My feet ache and my blisters have blisters.” “Get up off your butt, put your boots in the mudroom and get hopping. You have one minute and counting.” Jim found a spurt of energy, the last bit he possessed. Ben watched silently. “And as soon as you’re done scoot into the bathroom and wash up, use plenty of soap.” Jim mopped the floor, dried it on his hands and knees, used the bathroom and plunked down in his usual chair. Ben sniffed the air. “You know, Jim, sometimes doing the right thing is a lot of work but in the end it’s still the right thing. And you become a better person for sticking to it.” Clarissa winked at Ben as she dished out beef stew and biscuits and put the teapot on the table. “You’re right, Dad. I guess things are going to be tougher around here now.” And it’s my fault. “And I promise to feed the animals before Tom gets here tomorrow.” The family said the prayer and began to eat. “Jim, maybe Tom will help you feed the animals while Mom makes breakfast. Two beats out one any day in my book. We can still eat by nine and have plenty of time to talk about the scholarship. We don’t have to be at the bank exactly at ten.” “Thanks, I never would have thought of it. I know Tom will lend a hand.” Jim

dished out another helping of stew and grabbed another biscuit. “Mom, what’s for dessert?” “Who wants a big chunk of pineapple upside-down cake? And for that we owe our thanks to Mrs. Thurber.” Everyone had a big slice and Jim had seconds. “Mrs. Thurber, the history teacher’s wife? I saw Mr. Thurber at the wake and I waved to him. He looked right at me and never acknowledged me. Tom saw him too, but he didn’t wave to him either. I wonder what’s up with him. Dad, you and I talked about him a few nights ago, a history teacher who avoids local history. Tom told me his family has lived here since about 1820. It’s almost as if he has something to hide.” “Perhaps Ed Thurber didn’t teach local history because it wasn’t part of the curriculum but a good source of information is right in town, the Dodge Memorial Library. I’m sure Anne Paulson or Mrs. Brown would be more than happy to help you do the research.” “That’s a great idea Mom, thanks. Hey, Jeopardy’s on; I can’t miss my favorite program.” Clarissa got up and started to clean the kitchen. Ben grabbed the newspaper as he followed Jim to the living room. The Double Jeopardy round was just beginning. “Jim, during the next commercial I want you to look at this article.” Ben handed Jim the paper while he was concentrating, hoping to get more correct answers than the contestants. “Dad, quick, which presidential candidate got more third party votes than any other candidate in US history? It’s the final question and I don’t know the answer.” “That’s an easy one. Are the contestants in fifth grade? It’s old Teddy Bear Roosevelt, Progressive Party 1912. You can’t beat Herkimer County Community College for a good solid low-cost education. In 1979 tuition was only sevenhundred dollars a semester and the campus was new, less than ten years old. And the best thing of all, that’s where I met your mom. It was love at first sight. But don’t tell her I said that.” From the kitchen, “I heard that, Ben. And it was definitely not love at first sight. Your dad pestered me to go out with him. The only reason I consented was because I felt sorry for him. Oh Clarissa, I think I love you blah, blah, blah.”

Clarissa walked in from the kitchen and continued, “One weekend, Ben asked me to meet his mom and dad; he wanted to give me a tour of Honeycutt Haven. Truthfully, I fell in love with Noah, Nora and the Haven. Your dad was an afterthought.” Ben punched her in the arm, a love tap. “Ouch, I know where Tom and Jim get that from.” “Now I know what mom really thinks, just an afterthought. You were right, Dad, I guess Herkimer CCC taught you well. I love history. Maybe Tom and I will bike to the library sometime soon. I read that little article you showed me. I wonder who phoned that in to the paper.” Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Dad, before I forget, can you call Mr. Farmer and let him know I’ll be in early Thursday morning. I think I’ll head to my room while you guys duke it out, I’m beat. …Your turn to punch him, Mom.”

7

“I would say it was magic.”

Tom rode up on his bike while Jim was putting on his coat and rubber Gortex boots. “Hey, Jimbo, are you getting ready to feed your farm friends? Need a hand? I’m guessing you won’t say no to my help.” “Thanks, Tom; Dad said you’d offer to help me. He’s pretty insightful for an old fart. Here, grab a bucket, between both of us we should be done in an hour or so. Our chickens don’t lay eggs in the winter so that’s one less thing we have to do.” Jim tossed a bucket to Tom. “Good catch, let’s go. Leave your backpack on the porch.” The chicken coop was behind the house. “By any chance, did you call the Adirondack Daily on Monday and mention the Jonathan Honeycutt Memorial Scholarship? There was a small article in the paper yesterday.” “Well, I might have said something to one of my dad’s friends. He’s the an for the paper. I didn’t tell him to mention it but I didn’t tell him not to either.” “Let’s hope American City Bank doesn’t make us jump through too many hoops later today or the article will either be premature or all for naught. Penny is next; she’s probably starving. I hope she doesn’t make a pig out of herself.” “Oink, Oink, Jim, your sense of humor, gotta love it. Let me get the bucket by the backdoor. Isn’t that where your mom keeps it?” Jim nodded and Tom ran back toward the house. “I’m hoping we can squeeze 4% out of Mr. Husson. I looked it up online; several banks pay 4% per annum with interest compounded quarterly, especially for scholarships. It won’t hurt to try.” “Let’s pay Gertrude and Heathcliff a visit. Hear them honking? I have enough feed in my other bucket. Tom, you’re a research whiz. Speaking of whizzes, hang on a sec. Here, hold these buckets, I’ll only be a minute. Our apple tree is thirsty.” Tom whistled while he waited. “Oh, what a relief, I think I just lost a

pound.” “Sixteen ounces, right Jim, I guess I must be a math whiz too.” “It’s freezing, let’s go eat. We’ll feed the rest of the gang later. I would have had my dad pick you up if I knew it was going to be this cold.” “Good morning, Tom. I gather you were helping Jim feed the wolves. You rode your bike; we could have picked you up.” “We started to feed the pack but we got hungry. I like the cold weather, Mrs. Honeycutt, but I am a little hungry and the food looks and smells great.” “Well, help yourself guys. Jim, serve the coffee.” Jim looked around. “Your dad already ate. He’s upstairs getting dressed. We have pancakes with three kinds of syrup, home fries, fried eggs and Canadian bacon. We also have white, wheat or rye toast. And for dessert we have apple strudel or coffee cake.” Ben walked in and sat down just as Tom started talking about scholarship information. Clarissa poured him a cup of coffee as he nodded at Tom. “I researched scholarships yesterday. We have to go through our local bank. Some banks have an interest cap of 4% but you have to leave a minimum amount in the scholarship to qualify. But I don’t think we’ll be able to give out any money this year even if we start raising money tomorrow. I hope I’m wrong.” Ben put his coffee cup down. “This is a small town and everybody knows everybody so we shouldn’t have trouble raising money, any ideas boys?” Jim was the first to come up with one, “We can scout around for plastic jars with lids. We’ll make some labels, tape them on the jars, put a slit in the top of each one and bring them around to all the stores in town. I’m sure each store owner will gladly help out. Maybe a few will offer matching funds. What do you think, Dad?” “That’s a great idea. I bet the Hog will take two jars. The matching fund idea, you’ll have to convince Frank and it won’t be easy. Maybe he’ll make you a deal.”

“There’s lots of ways to raise money: pot lucks at the church; penny socials at the firehouse and bake sales. We could rent a Bouncy House or we could even go door-to-door and ask for donations. We’d need an official nametag though.” Clarissa chimed in, “I really think this is going to work. You guys finish feeding the animals, I’ll clean up here and then we’ll head to the bank.” Jim and Tom ran off. Jim came back for his coat and his boots. That boy…

“H ello, Mr. Husson, thank you for seeing us and being so flexible. We would like to start a scholarship in memory of my son, Jonathan. I’m Ben Honeycutt, this is my wife Clarissa; this is my son Jim and his friend Tom Jones.” “I’m so sorry to hear about John. Please sit down and welcome to American City Bank. You picked the right place; we’ll do the best we can for you. The bank is solid and we offer better rates than other area banks. Here’s the paperwork. Ben, look it over, fill in the blanks and I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to answer any questions.” “What do you think; this looks pretty straightforward? Now when Mr. Husson comes back I want you boys to do the talking. Let’s fill this out. Your mom and I are just observers.” The double-sided form wasn’t very complicated. “Here he comes.” “May I see the paperwork?” Jim handed it to him. “I like that, the Jonathan Honeycutt Memorial Scholarship. That has a nice ring to it. I think you’ll do well. I checked with the tellers. Everyone read the article in the paper and they all want to contribute. We haven’t finalized the paperwork and you’re already raising money for the cause. Here’s your first $50. I collected it while you were filling out the document.” “Mr. Husson, this is amazing.” Jim started to put the money in his pocket; he stopped and handed it to the bank president. “My dad wants me and Tom to negotiate with you.” The president placed the $50 on the table. “Your dad is a very smart man. I have a soft spot for kids.” He reached into his wallet, withdrew a Grant and added it to the money on the desk. “Now you have $100. I assure you the bank will make this back many times over but the majority of the interest accrued will be given to the fund. There are certain requirements to maintain a high rate of interest.” “Sir, I did some research on the net, many banks offer an interest rate of 4%. Can you beat it?” “Maybe, but here’s my deal, if you allow the bank to take ownership I can guarantee you a minimum rate of 4.25% with a minimum deposit of $6000. The quicker you deposit donations, the faster you’ll accrue interest. The interest is

per annum compounded quarterly. If the fund accrues $10,000 I will up the interest rate another 0.25%; $20,000 will net 5% and so on up to a cap of 6%.” “Pardon me but how does the bank make money with a scholarship like this one?” “This is how it works. If you allow me to broker the fund, I can invest the money in higher paying annuities, mutual funds and bonds. Some of these funds pay the bank about a 6% return and some pay 10%. That’s how we make money and that’s why I capped it at 6%. This way I can be sure the bank will profit. But you’ll never get a better deal and I guarantee you won’t ever lose money. The bank’s insured. You’ll have full control of deposits and withdrawals as long as you don’t go below the minimum requirement. I suggest you do not begin taking money out until next May to give the time to accrue interest.” Tom and Jim looked at Ben and Clarissa. They said nothing, shrugging their shoulders as promised. “Mr. Husson, we only have $5000 and now this $100.” “We’ll process the paperwork with a deposit of $6000 pending. I suggest you boys raise $900 as quick as you can. Come back with the full amount when you’ve got the rest of the money. Is it a deal?” Jim looked at Tom, Tom looked at Jim. They shook hands with Mr. Husson and stood up, “It’s a deal,” they both said in unison. Ben and Clarissa shook hands with the president and Mr. Husson excused himself. Jim handed the money to his dad. Ben walked over to the tellers and asked to speak to Renee. “Hello Renee, I just wanted to thank you in person. You spoke to me on the phone yesterday, Ben Honeycutt. I’d like to deposit $5100 into our t .” Ben handed Renee the cash. She filled out a deposit slip, credited the money to the , placed it in the teller drawer and handed him a statement of . Ben thanked her again and they left the bank. On the ride home Tom and Ben sat in the backseat discussing the deal they made with the bank president. “Hey Tom, I wonder if we can raise $900 before the paperwork is finalized?” “The quicker we get those scholarship jars made, the quicker we’ll raise the money but we have to find enough jars first. We have to make them look pretty

and we have to lug them around and hope people we know will allow us to put them in their stores or places of business.” Ben and Clarissa were quiet on the way home, listening to the kids as they prattled on. Maybe we can help Jim and Tom come up with $900? They glanced at each other; conversation was unnecessary. “Mrs. Honeycutt, thank you for letting me stay for lunch. You are a fantastic cook. That casserole was chef-worthy.” “I can’t take the credit. Thank Mr. Macky next time you see him. Perhaps he was a chef before he went to school to become a mortician. And Tom, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. We don’t see you very often. Mr. Bradley keeps you really busy, I guess.” “Maybe you’ll talk to Mr. Macky before I see him again. Once is enough for a very long time. The funeral home is the last place I would ever want to be. John Bradley’s a great guy and he’s taught me more than I could ever learn at a trade school.” “Mom, would you let Dad know we’re going for a hike? I’m taking Tom to the fort. After that I want to show him a huge tree I saw the day I…the other day. We checked on the animals and fed the rest of them. They all seem content, except Penny. She’s always hungry. We’ll be back before supper.” Jim, make sure you have warm coats, hiking boots, backpacks, a com, water, snacks, gloves, hats and orange ribbon trail markers. If you’re not back by dusk I’ll tell dad to beep the horn. Where is this huge tree anyway?” “We have everything we need, almost. I think there’s a spool of trail markers in Dad’s workroom. The tree’s on state property. I want Tom to take a picture of it.” Jim showed his mom their backpacks before they walked out the backdoor and promised they’d be back in time for supper. Clarissa handed Jim a small pair of scissors. “Ribbon on a spool won’t cut itself. Be careful.” Jim put the scissors in his pack. “The fort is in pretty good shape but it needs some T.L.C., would you help me fix it up, Tom? I know I can’t do it on my own. You’ll see what I mean when we get there. Dad and I were there a few days ago and he agreed with me.”

It was a short walk. “I haven’t been here in years. The fort looks great for being thirteen years old. I the day you decided to build it. We searched for hours to find these four trees. Even that ladder you made is still solid, except for that bottom step.” “Climb up, Tom.” Jim followed, climbing slowly. “But I thought the fort was our idea and we picked out the trees together. That’s what I .” “No, it was your idea to build the fort. John and I agreed to help out. We looked for the best four trees together but you decided these four were the perfect choice. And you were right, look at this place; it’s as solid as a rock but it looks a lot smaller now, too small really.” “Maybe you’re right. Thirteen years is a long time, it’s easy to get mixed up. Anyway, I need to tell you something and since you’re my best friend…here goes. The day after John… died,” Jim choked up and couldn’t go on. Tom put his hand on Jim’s shoulder. “Let me try again. The day after John ed,, umm, he came to me while I was sitting down by the creek; I think you know my favorite spot. He asked me if I ed the promise we made the day we built the fort. And I told him of course I did, that we would always have each other’s backs for ever and ever. I wanted to tell mom and dad but John said it was a bad idea. It’s been on my mind ever since and I had to tell someone and you’re the one I chose. Do you believe me?” “You’re saying John came back as a ghost? I don’t know if I believe in ghosts? Some people might say you’ve gone off the deep end or you’re standing out where the busses don’t run. But you are my best friend and as far as I know, you’ve never lied to me. So…if you say John appeared to you, then he did and what kind of friend would I be if I doubted my best friend.” Jim grabbed Tom and gave him a bear hug. “Tom, you don’t know how much better I feel. I’ve had to keep this secret for seven days. And you believe me, thank you. The last time I saw John was at the funeral in the church. Well, I thought I heard his voice just after we buried him but maybe it was only the wind.” Standing up, Jim started down the ladder while Tom remained seated, looking around. “You can wait till the cows come home. If he did come back I’d be the only one able to see him. Let’s go, it’s a good hike to that tree I want to show you.”

They walked for fifteen minutes until they stopped to rest. There was no path leading directly to the old pine. The stone markers he had left were covered with fresh snow. The snow hid the limbs he’d broken to mark the trail. “Jim, I have pretty good eyes but I don’t see a single marker, not one broken limb or small pile of stones. How are we going to find this tree?” “I can’t explain it but I know we’ll find the sleeping giant. I can picture the tree and the surrounding area in my mind. Even though I don’t see any markers I don’t think I need them. It’s almost as if the tree is calling me.” Jim leaned against a tree and closed his eyes. “Let’s go, it’s this way.” “Jim, we’ve already walked two miles, look at the hiking app on my phone. I don’t see a big old pine tree anywhere. I think we should turn back.” They were walking through tall dense brush. Jim noticed the trees were getting bigger but he kept quiet. As they walked around a huge outcropping Jim stopped and pointed. “Look over there about 500 feet, what do you see, eagle eye?” “Wow, that tree is massive.” They ran through brush, between dense trees and over slippery boulders. Jim stopped next to the tree and Tom tripped over the same gnarly root Jim had caught his foot on seven days earlier. “I’m beat, let’s sit down.” Jim took two insulated rubber mats out of his backpack and handed one to Tom. “Jim, you were right, I can’t get over the size, it has to be over two hundred feet tall and thirty feet wide at the base. It must be unique, how did it end up here? Now I see why you want me to take pictures of this tree.” Jim and Tom leaned back against the tree. Even though its bark was rough and the tree was twisted, the bark felt spongy when they relaxed. “Tom, there is something about this tree I haven’t shared with anyone. It’s more special than you think. The first time I sat here I heard a faint hum and I hear it now. But I’m guessing you don’t hear anything, am I right?” Tom shrugged. “When I stand up the hum intensifies. When I sit back down the hum softens. Let me show you something, stand up.” They stood up and turned toward the tree. “Do you see that big knot that looks like it might be a squirrel’s nest, look up there?” Jim pointed toward it. “I think the hum is coming from inside. See that stump?” He pointed toward the stump he’d stood on to reach the knot. “I stood on that and put my hand in there up to

my armpit. I pulled a muscle when I did it. The tree is so wide I couldn’t touch anything that might be inside. Bottom line, I need your help to find out what’s making that humming noise.” Sitting back down, they talked about the tree and the alleged hum. Turning around, Tom touched the bark they were leaning against; it was soft to the touch and spongy like moss. When they got up and walked two feet from the tree they watched the bark harden. They sat down again. “It almost feels like a lounge chair. I don’t know about the hum but this bark is odd. If I believed in it, I would say it was magic.” “Maybe it is Tom. there are stranger things under the sun. We have to head back home; it’s starting to get dusky. Take a few pictures of the tree and the surrounding area. I think we have to do some research. Let’s go before my mom gets mad at me. You know how she gets when she’s angry. On the way back we’ll mark the trail with the orange ribbon in my pack.” Jim handed the scissors and ribbon to Tom. “You cut the lengths and I’ll place the markers.” The trip back was a lot quicker because they were able to walk almost in a straight line; Jim marked the trail carefully, affixing a ribbon to trees on either side of the trail about 200 feet apart. Tom went on and on about the tree while Jim tried to steer the conversation to the hum and how to retrieve whatever it was that was making a sound only he could hear. “The hum, let’s concentrate on that. We can’t use the stump method because they’re too short and not safe. We need something bigger. Can you think of anything?” “That’s an easy one, a ladder, duh! I know my dad doesn’t have one big enough to reach that high, how about yours?” “Dad has a twenty-five foot aluminum job but that’s too big and heavy. I think he has a sturdy twelve foot fiberglass one. Maybe we could handle it but it’s too far to walk for just the two of us.” They stepped into the backyard just as the sun winked out. Jim yelled, “Mom, we’re home. Dad, we’re here.” They walked inside making sure they took their boots off. “Where are they, oh there’s a note on the kitchen table. Dad wrote it; his writing is like Sanskrit. Let me try to decipher it.” Be back late. There’s food in the microwave. Will take Tom home later. …Love you, Dad

“I think it says be back late, food’s in microwave and he will take you home when they get back. I bet my dad failed penmanship in school. Turn on the TV while I heat up the food.” Jim busied himself with the food while Tom set up two tray tables and turned on the television. Jeopardy had only been on for a minute. “Jim, hurry up, your favorite show is on. Alex is calling you.” Jim ran in with the food and dropped both forks along the way. Tom cracked up, “What a klutz.” Setting the food on the tables, Jim ran back, grabbed two clean forks, two big mugs of hot coffee and rushed back. “I’m glad they went to a commercial. I hate missing the game.” They ate for a few minutes and watched the show. “Tomorrow’s my first working day at the Hog, from 7 AM to noon, at least, or it could be longer. I hope Julie’s there.” “What’s that all about? I guess you can’t wait to see her. Maybe Mr. Farmer has a cloakroom, too.” “It’s not what you think, smart ass. I need to talk to her. You were right about the ladder. There’s no other way, we need three people. And she’s the only other person I might feel comfortable enough to talk to about the tree. I only just met her but we do have a few things in common and maybe I do like her a little bit.” Double Jeopardy would be starting after the commercial. “Hey Jim, what do you have for dessert?” Jim was in the kitchen putting dishes in the sink. “Got any cherry pie with whipped crème, maybe some strawberry cheesecake?” Jim set a tray on the table. “Man, I was joking, everything I asked you for and peanut butter cookies.” After Jeopardy was over they sat around and talked while they waited for Ben and Clarissa to get home. Tom talked about the old fort, the tree and the scholarship. Jim rehashed the events of the last few days, dwelling primarily on the wake and the funeral. He wiped at his eyes several times with a used napkin. He needs to talk about John. It’s the only way… Tom noticed Jim was nodding off so he let him sleep on the couch. He sat in Ben’s lounge chair and worked on a partially completed crossword. Ben and Clarissa walked in an hour later. Jim was still sleeping and Tom was working on a new puzzle. Tom whispered, “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Honeycutt, did you have a nice time?” They walked into the kitchen and sat down while

Clarissa made each of them a hot cup of tea. “Some of the parishioners got together a few days ago and organized a birthday party for Amy. We weren’t aware of it until today. Diane Doughman called me and asked me if we could come to the manse. It was a last minute thing for us but I couldn’t say no. We had a wonderful time but I felt bad because we didn’t have time to shop for a present. But when I mentioned it she just shrugged.” “And while we were there I brought up the subject of the scholarship. One of the men saw us walking into the bank today. Amy ed a hat and we collected two hundred dollars.” “That’s great news, Mr. Honeycutt. I’m glad you guys had fun. Um, John opens at eight in the morning so…” “Sorry Tom, throw your bike on the rack and hop in the front. I’ll have you home quick as a wink and thanks for keeping Jim occupied today. He’s been a bit down lately.” Tom finished his tea, said goodbye to his second mom and walked out the front door. Clarissa stood just outside the door as they drove away. Ben yelled, “Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” She stepped back inside and closed the door gently, seeing Jim sleeping on the couch as she turned around. My Jimmy…Clarissa finished her tea while she waited for Ben. My Johnny…

8

“Everything in its time Julie.”

The sun shone through the living room window as Jim rolled over on his side facing the couch. The covers had come off earlier but the room was toasty warm as the fire crackled nearby, thanks to his dad. The lightest touch invaded Jim’s consciousness, an ant ? Jim sat up as his smile faded. He saw his mother yank her hand away out of the corner of his eye. “Mom, you woke me up, did you tickle my foot?” “Rise and shine kiddo, you don’t want to be late on your first day. I don’t think Frank would appreciate it.” Jim bolted for the bathroom as the smell of fresh coffee and bacon wafted through the air. Clarissa heard the door slam as she walked to the kitchen to set the table and fry a few eggs. Ben had already eaten, sitting on the porch waiting for Jim. His travel mug was full to the brim. Roosters were crowing and hens were clucking away, impatient to be fed. “You’ll have to wait till I get back. You can’t always get what you want,” he sang at the top of his lungs. He smiled as he ed the Rolling Stones concert he and Clarissa had attended years ago. Jim ran out the door, stopped and turned around as his mother handed him a lunch bag, eight assorted donuts, a thermos and his heavy coat. He kissed her on the forehead and dashed to the car. The motor was running and The Stones were screaming, “You can’t always get…”. “Buckle up, Jim, we might just make it. Frank will be teed off if you’re late. He deducts a dollar an hour for every minute. Did he happen to mention that during orientation?” “As a matter of fact he did not and I need that money to buy the telescope I want.” Ben asked Jim if the telescope had to be new; it was decided that used in nice shape would be acceptable. Jim looked at his watch.

“I can’t go too fast, we got a few inches of fresh snow overnight. I have to it these tires from Finland are great in the snow. You know the old saying about a watched kettle; it’s the same for the watch on your wrist.” “I wanted to ask mom a question last night but you guys never woke me up. Can you ask her if she has any plastic jars with lids she can spare for the scholarship money containers?” Ben said he would as he pulled to the curb in front of the Hog. Jim hopped out of the car before his dad came to a full stop and started to walk inside. Ben called him back and handed him $200. “You’re in charge of the scholarship funds. Amy ed a hat last night and now we only need $700 to open up the .” Jim thanked his dad and ran inside. The bell clanged as Jim swung the door open forcefully. Frank looked up from reading the paper and looked over at the clock. “Seven on the dot, Jimbo, did your dad tell you the consequences for being late?” Jim nodded as he threw his coat on a hook and sat down in a chair tossing the donuts on the table. Frank reached for the intercom, “Julie, Paul, coffee break. Jim was nice enough to bring us donuts, my favorites.” Julie ran downstairs and sat next to Jim. Paul moseyed on over and sat across from Frank. Giving Jim an enthusiastic hello, Julie stopped just short of a hug. Paul waved as he grabbed for a chocolate custard donut. The others helped themselves. “Jim, are you ready to tackle our soon-to-be storeroom?” He nodded while sipping his coffee. The first customer walked in. “Party’s over, let’s get to work.” Paul stood up and went back to the counter. Jim watched him wipe his sticky hands on a dirty rag sticking out of his back pocket. Julie started to walk away. At the base of the stairs she turned around and gave Jim a wink. Frank laughed as he stood up. “Hang tight, Jim, I’ll be right back as soon as I tend to Miss Crabtree.” He whispered, “She’s always the first one in the shop and she always buys one item, watch this.” “Miss Crabtree, so nice to see you again, how may I help you today?” She handed Frank a slip of paper. “You’re looking for a plunger made in the USA. I have them right over here. Didn’t I sell you a plunger last year?” She shook her head. Frank handed the plunger to Paul; he rang it up and gave it back to her with her change. “Goodbye Miss Crabtree, hope to see you again soon.” She

waved as she walked out the door. Frank grabbed another donut and sat next to Jim. “First lesson, always treat each customer like a king or a queen. It takes all kinds Jim but we love every one of them. Carla Crabtree lost it ten years ago when her husband, Corry, was mauled by a lion while he was on safari in Africa. She hasn’t talked since that day but everybody knows it and she is a nice lady most of the time. She gets real grumpy when she can’t find what she wants right away; that’s why I go out of my way to help her as soon as she walks in the door.” Jim followed Frank as he gathered up some cleaning supplies and put them on a wheeled cart: three clean rags, a mop and a bucket, a bottle of grease cutter, some Windex, a broom and a dustpan. As Frank opened the door to the big room/storeroom the hinges groaned. “Wait a minute.” He walked to the manager’s office and came back with a can of WD-40. “Your dad loves this stuff.” He applied the lubricant to the hinges and put it in his pocket. “We can’t do anything with this room until we clean it the best we can. That’s your job for today. The slop sink’s in the back corner next to the Men’s Room. If you need more cleaning supplies go upstairs and see Julie. She knows where everything is stored. I’ll be in the back taking inventory…again.” Jim wheeled the cart inside, the big space was dusty and dank and only half the lights worked. He counted the burnt out eight-foot fluorescent bulbs, turned around and left the room. “Hello Jim, I didn’t expect to see you up here so soon but I’m glad you’re here because now I have a good reason to stop what I’m doing. What do you need? Frank told me you might need my help today but you’ll owe me big time.” “The room Frank refers to as his ‘storeroom’, he wants me to clean that huge space in less than five hours. But I can’t clean what I can’t see so I need ten eight-foot florescent bulbs and a tall ladder on wheels. Honestly, I might really need your help. I don’t think I can change an eight-foot bulb by myself. We’re going to need two ladders.” “Come with me. Take the bulbs off this shelf and stand them up on the elevator but be careful. Make two trips if you can’t handle all ten at the same time.” Julie waited while Jim put the bulbs on the elevator. “Now let’s get two wheeled ladders from our maintenance closet and put them on the elevator. It’s going to

be a tight squeeze but I like tight squeezes, don’t you?” Jim made a face as they rounded up the ladders. “Oh, that was a fun ride but it was too short. Just think about it, we get to do it all over again later.” Jim groaned as they lugged the lights and ladders over to the room. He opened the door and Julie looked inside. “No way you’re going to get this room cleaned up in five hours; it’s going to take all day and only if I help you. The job’s too big for one person. Look at all the stuff we have to move around just to change the lights. I’ll be back in two minutes.” Jim looked at his watch as soon as Julie walked out. She walked over to Paul and told him to take ten bulbs out of stock. He said he’d do it when he had a minute. Using the intercom, she called for Frank. Time is money. Frank found Julie and they talked. He agreed to let her help Jim. He said he’s forgotten about all the burnt out lighting. When Julie walked in she caught Jim looking at his watch. He put his arm down quickly hoping she hadn’t noticed. “You actually timed me? Make yourself useful and call your dad, we’ll never be done cleaning this room by twelve noon.” Jim told her he didn’t own a cell. “Why don’t you have your own cell phone? Here, use mine. Let me dial the number for you.” Jim gave her his home number. “Mom and dad have cells but they never wanted John or me to have one. We never really talked about it much. There is always so much to do on the farm; maybe they thought a phone would be too much of a distraction. I can’t argue with their logic and I think work is good for me.” Jim talked to his dad while Julie walked around the room to assess the work involved in the cleaning task. “Okay, let’s work on the closest fixture first and go from there. Help me more this heavy stuff so we can wheel the ladders in place.” After three hours of back-breaking work, all the lighting was in place and the large room looked much brighter, but not much cleaner. “Let’s get out of here, we need a break. I’m thirsty and hungry for a donut.” Julie grabbed Jim by the hand and yanked him toward the stairs. He snagged the remaining donuts when she led him near the table. They ran upstairs side-by-side and walked toward the back corner. Julie opened an old rickety door. “What do you think of my private hideout, Jimmy?” “It’s just a tiny closet with an old table, two flimsy chairs and a junky fan. We

better not stay here too long. What if Frank comes looking for us?” “Don’t worry so much. Do you really think Frank expected you to clean that room in less than five hours by yourself?” Jim stared at the donut bag in his right hand. “He knew you’d ask for my help. For him time isn’t important as long as the job is done right. Jim…Jim, did you hear what I said or are you daydreaming?” Julie shook his arm. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was thinking about something. I guess I zoned out. I really appreciate your help. When I thought about you helping me, I also thought about Johnny. Whenever I needed help with anything John is, I mean, was always there for me. I…” Jim stared down at his hands and cleared his throat. Julie put her hand on Jim’s shoulder. “Jim, I really don’t mind helping you, when I said you’d owe me for helping you I really didn’t mean it. I just wanted to see what you’d say. If you need my help with anything I am here for you, during working hours or otherwise.” “Thanks Julie, let’s eat a donut and get back to work. Got any cold water around here?” Jim looked in the bag, there were three donuts left, he handed one to her and took one for himself. “I better save the last one for Frank.” He put the last donut in his pocket. Julie walked over to a small fridge sitting in the corner. “Guess you didn’t see this when you walked in, huh? You better drink some water; you’re sweating like a stuck pig. Let’s go, time waits for no man, or girl.” They ran downstairs and worked until they both broke a sweat. Jim was struggling with an old shelving unit when a loud clanging noise broke his concentration. “What the heck was that, it almost scared the crap out of me… Jesus?” “Oh, that’s just Frank. Every day at lunch he puts the ‘Closed’ sign in the window, locks the door and bangs the cowbell over the door with an old cane. He loves doing that because he knows it scares the bejesus out of us and you’re new so I bet he got an extra thrill today.” “Jim, did you jump out of your skin? I love doing that; it cracks me up every time.” Frank didn’t wait for a reply. “I stopped by for a second while you guys were busy, nice job so far. I hope you can stay to finish what you started. I don’t

suppose you called your dad?” “It wasn’t funny, you scared me to death. But to answer your question, I did call my dad. Julie suggested it. I told him I’d call him again as soon as we finished cleaning the storeroom.” “Thank you, Jim, and ah, I won’t ring the bell like that again. It’s a lot of fun but on second thought it’s a tad mean as well…sorry. Now, let’s eat. Got anymore donuts? ” Jim handed Frank his last one, a cinnamon sugar cruller. It was a tad smushed. The crew didn’t talk much while they ate. Jim thought about the daunting job ahead and about the tree. Julie was trying to understand what Jim was going through and Frank was musing about what retirement might be like while savoring his donut. Paul just ate and looked at the clock, thinking about taking his next vacation. “Okay mates let’s get back to it. Time waits for no man, or girl.” He looked at Julie as he got up, unlocked the door and turned the sign over. “I’m almost done with the inventory; I’ll check on your progress in an hour or so.” Jim walked back to the room and waited while Julie went upstairs to fetch two more bottles of cold water. “Why did you use the elevator, just for two bottles of water?” “No, dummy, we need the elevator later anyway, for the ladders, and I need you to go and get the chairs I just brought down here; they’re on the elevator.” Jim did as he was told. She called me a dummy! Lugging the heavy metal and wood chairs, he glanced at Julie as she pointed to the far corner. I feel like a jackass, lugging heavy chairs, moving shelving and bulky cabinets. Julie handed the water to Jim and resumed dusting cabinets, shelving and other display units. Struggling to align heavy metal units as Julie finished dusting them, Jim couldn’t keep his mind on his work. We need her help but she barely knows me. She’s going to think I’m crazy when I tell her about the tree. And what if she flat out refuses to lend a hand, we’re sunk. “Hey Julie, can we take a break for a few minutes, I’m sweating like a Penny.” Julie stopped dusting and glared at him. He never even thanked me for the water or the chairs! “Oh, I guess so but only five minutes. We have to get this done today.”

As they sat down, Jim opened a bottle of water and handed it to Julie. It’s now or never. “Julie, can I ask you a question?” She nodded as she took a long swig. “Do you believe in magic?” Julie almost choked as she put the cap back on her bottle. As she gathered her breath, she responded, “Actually, I do believe in magic. When I was a little girl my grandma would read me a bedtime story every night. I loved Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. Most of the stories she read to me were magical and I the night she told me all stories are based on something factual. That was the night I believed magic might be real. What brought that up?” “Well…I know we only met a few days ago but I need your help again; besides, I don’t know who else to ask. The morning after the accident I woke up early and I had to get away. So I ran out of the house and kept running until I couldn’t take another step plus I had tripped over a giant root. Looking up, I saw the largest tree I have ever seen in my life, an ancient giant odd-looking pine. I’d like to show you that tree.” Jim took a sip of water. “I’ll think about it and I’ll give you my decision as soon as we’re done here.” Jim thanked her and they went back to work. His energy seemed to have doubled and his mind was focused on the job at hand. Frank walked in at 3 o’clock and gave them a thumbs-up. Julie winked at Jim a few times but he was too busy to notice. At 6:00, they both stopped and looked around, walking from one end of the room to the other to see if they’d overlooked anything. Julie swiped at a few dusty spots and Jim jiggled a few shelving units, checking for loose screws. Frank met them at the door, “Julie, you and Jim work pretty well together, my two miracle workers. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d finish in one day. I might have to give you a raise, Julie. Please call Jim’s dad and let him know we’re done for the day.” Julie hit redial on her phone. “Jim, come with me. I want to show you where your dad keeps that WD-40 in case you need it again.” They walked to the office and Frank opened the closet. He placed the lubricant on the top shelf, kicking a box on the floor at the same time.

Jim looked downward. “Um, Frank, is there a telescope in that box, a Celestron 8?” “Yeah, that’s something I bought years ago, only used it twice. I’ve been thinking of selling it. I wonder if I can get good money for it.” “Can I see it, please?” Frank just smiled. Jim picked it up and looked at the box. “Take it out of the box, it won’t bite you. If you want it I’ll make you a deal, an offer you can’t refuse.” “Wow, this telescope is awesome. How much you want for it?” “I owe you about $165 for today and I gave you $75 on Tuesday. That’s $240 even. I’ll settle for that, payable right now.” “Are you sh…, kidding me? This telescope is worth at least $500 and it’s in pristine condition. It’s a deal but I think you just paid me $15 too much.” Jim took his wallet out and handed Frank the $75. “I can’t believe this, how did you know I wanted a telescope?” “, I said I pay for lunch breaks?” Jim said he forgot about that welcomed detail. “And about the telescope, you mentioned it to me a few days ago. You and Julie did a great job today and I am going to give her a raise. Let’s go upfront and wait for your dad. Don’t forget your telescope.” They walked out of the office. “Thanks for the telescope, Frank. Can I ask you a question?” Frank nodded. “Um, can you do without Julie’s help for a few hours tomorrow, say half a day?” “Well, I don’t know. Have you mentioned it to Julie? You know what I always say; your time is my dime. That means she won’t get paid for the off time. And you’re going to owe her a huge favor in the future. It’s okay with me if it’s okay with her.” They reached the front of the store, sat at the break table and waited for Ben. Frank offered him a cup of coffee but he shook his head, eyeing his new telescope. Julie walked over and sat down, she whispered in Jim’s ear, “I’ll help you but I will expect payment at a later date. …When will you need my help?” Frank drank his coffee while watching the interplay.

Jim leaned over and whispered back, “Tomorrow afternoon, I already cleared it with Frank. He let me know nothing is free and he said it would be on my dime. I’ll ask my dad to pick you up at noon.” Julie poured herself a cup of coffee. A smile creased her lips. At that moment Ben walked in. Jim knocked his chair over when he stood up. “Dad, look what Frank gave me, I mean, sold me? It’s a Celestron 8 in mint condition!” Ben took the telescope out of the box. “This looks just like the one my dad bought me in 1970. Wow, we are gonna have some fun with this baby. You’ll be able to kiss the stars with this telescope. We’ll set it up on the porch tonight. Let’s hit the road, Jim, supper’s almost ready.” Ben waved goodbye to Frank and Julie; he handed the telescope to Jim as they walked out the door. Before they got to the car Jim turned around and walked back inside. “Thanks again Frank. See you in a few days.” He turned toward Julie and whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “See you tomorrow afternoon.” Julie blew him a kiss but he was already walking out the door. Frank smiled as he watched the to-and-fro. …Everything in its time, Julie.

“M om, sorry we were late getting home but Mr. Farmer put me through the wringer today. Julie and I cleaned a humongous room. I couldn’t have done it without her help. Speaking of Julie, would you mind if she spent some time with us tomorrow, like from noon till after dinner?” “Hmmm, Julie, huh, is she your new girlfriend?” “Please Mom, she works with me and she wants to see the farm plus I need her help with something. I also promised her I’d show her our fort, I mean the fort. I also want to show her my new telescope but I can’t do that until after dinner. And she’s not my girlfriend, but she is my girl-friend.” “Of course she can stay; you know your friends are always welcome here. Besides, she seemed nice when we met her the other day and I’d like to know more about her. I’ll make sure lunch is on the table tomorrow by 12:30. We’re still eating compliments of our friends but I’m sure she won’t mind.” “Thanks Mom. Dad is waiting for me on the porch. He’s going to help me set up my new telescope.” Clarissa said she’d check out the telescope after she cleaned the kitchen. Ben was doing a crossword so Jim sat in the rocker next to him. “Dad, can I borrow your phone. I need to call Tom.” Ben handed Jim the phone. What’s another word for hyperventilation? ‘Tom, Jim here, any chance you can get off half a day tomorrow? You know, so we can do that thing we talked about yesterday? Okay, call Mr. Bradley, then call me right back.” Jim rocked and gazed at the stars while he waited for the phone to ring. “Yeah, what did he say? Oh, he needs you all day, five paint jobs. Well, Julie is coming over tomorrow. That’ll have to do otherwise we’ll wait for another day. How about Saturday morning, say 9 o’clock? You’re off, that’s great. I’ll ask my dad to pick you up. See you then, adios pal.” Ben looked up when Jim tapped him on the shoulder with the phone. “Are you ready to help me with the telescope?” Ben threw the puzzle book on the other rocker and stood up. “I called Tom to see if he could come over tomorrow but

Mr. Bradley is very busy. Sure am glad Julie didn’t turn me down.” Ben nodded as he took the telescope out of the box. He’ll ask me eventually. “Let me show you how this works. It’s a very delicate piece of equipment; that’s why it’s wrapped in foam. We’re lucky, it’s already assembled. All we have to do is set up the tripod; let’s find a level spot on the porch, some place where it won’t get knocked over. After that all we do is turn a few knobs very slowly while we look through the telescope. We’ll focus on the North Star to get our bearings. Here you go, try to find it through the scope. You forgot your book on the constellations. I’ll get it and be right back.” Ben walked inside and was back in less than a minute. He turned off the porch light. “Did you find Polaris? Jim nodded quickly. “Now let’s find Sirius, I mean it.” Jim laughed almost to himself. “It’s the brightest closest star, not counting the Sun. You can’t look at the sun through your scope without a filter.” Jim acknowledged he’d found the star. “Okay, how about a constellation, one you’re familiar with, Cass. It should be easy to find. We saw it a few days ago. I can see it right now. Looks like you got it. You’re doing great, keep at it. I’m going in to talk to your mom. Be back soon, Jim.” Ben sat down as Clarissa handed him a cup of tea. “I have to hand it to Frank, that telescope was a great idea. He planned it perfectly but he practically gave Jim that scope for a song. Some of those sell for $500 and only in good condition. Frank’s was overly generous; he gave it to Jim for $240.” “You work for a wonderful man. You told me he likes his sweets, right?” Ben gave Clarissa their special look. “Well, I am going to bake him my specialty, apple crumb pie with raisins. I’ll bake it tomorrow and you can deliver it to him.” They agreed, Ben finished his tea and started to walk outside. He turned around, Clarissa handed him a cup of tea for Jim. “…Cup of tea, Jim?” Jim grabbed the tea and set it on the side table. “How’s it going?” Ben sat and gazed up at the stars. Jim glanced up from his book, “This book is even better than before now that I have the scope. It’s all coming together for me. I think I see the big picture.” He closed the book and stood up. “I’m going to head in, Dad. Had a pretty tough day and 7 o’clock will be here before I know it. I have to finish my chores before

Julie gets here and with all the snow on the ground it’s a lot harder. Goodnight, Dad.” Ben gave Jim a solid punch on the shoulder, he smiled and walked inside. Alone on the porch, Ben looked up at the stars. I hope this helps him to see the big picture. A few minutes later Clarissa ed him, draped in a homemade blanket. They rocked together and looked up at a clear star-lit sky. "Ben, what do you think of Julie? She seems like a nice girl." "Well I've worked with her for a few years. She's a hard worker and she doesn't beat around the bush. Are you asking me if I think she is a good match for Jim?" "Yes, I guess I am. These last few days have been real hard for him, us too. Maybe she's just what Jim needs right now. Did he tell you why he wants Julie to come over tomorrow?" "Not really, he mentioned it on the way back from the Hog, but he did not elaborate. I think he likes her and I know she likes him, that's good enough for me. I’m still waiting for him to ask me to pick her up tomorrow. I guess that slipped his mind. He doesn’t know I was listening to his conversation with Tom."

9

“Surprisingly, I don’t mind.”

Jim smiled as he glanced at his alarm clock. I could have slept a little longer, oh well. He still ed his dream as he headed for the bathroom. Clarissa had just closed the oven door as Jim walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, Mom. What is that, I smell apples …Coffee ready?” “The coffee just finished perking. Help yourself. It’s a surprise; I’m baking one for Julie and one for Frank. You’ll know what it is after you feed the animals. Be sure to take the snow shovel with you when you go out; you’re going to need it.” Ben was coming down the stairs just as Jim ran out the backdoor, two seconds later he came back in and grabbed his coffee-filled thermos from the counter. Ben gave Clarissa a smirk. She just smiled. Ben walked over and gave her a kiss as he took a clean cup out of the dishrack near the sink. While he was drinking his coffee, Jim walked in the front door, ran to the mudroom, grabbed the snow shovel and ran out the backdoor. Ben rubbed his forehead as he glanced at the hallway floor, water tracks from one end to the other. “I’ll get the mop; I guess he has a lot on his mind today.” With both pies baking in the oven, Clarissa had just sat down to drink her coffee. Ben glanced at her, “Ben Honeycutt don’t say a single word.” Ben raised his hand. “Not one word, how many times have you done the very same thing?” Ben took two crullers out of the breadbox and handed one to her. “Maybe I have done something like that a few times but I would have taken my boots off by the front door.” Clarissa sipped at her coffee and dunked her donut. Yeah, right. “After the pies are done I’ll put them in the cold storage. In about an hour I want you to bring

one to Frank. While you’re doing that make sure Julie is still coming over this afternoon, don’t want you to make another trip for nothing.” “I could just bring the pie to Frank when I pick up Julie at noon?” “You told me Frank loves apple pie and I want him to have it right away. Make sure you tell him to hide it well; I don’t want Julie to see it or smell it. And make sure there’s a shovel in the car, there’s more fresh snow on the ground.” It was still flurrying when Jim walked outside for the second time. “Mom wasn’t kidding, looks like we got six inches of snow overnight. It’ll be tough going for me and Julie later.” Penny would be Jim’s first charge since she was making the most noise. “Penny, stop squealing and give me a chance to shovel first.” Jim worked up a sweat before he’d fed three of the farm’s cohabitants. I can’t stop thinking about that dream. Sorry Julie but that will have to be my little secret. Sure wish John was here to help me. Too bad Tom had to work. Hewey, Dewey and Lewey had the largest pen. “Ugh, this is going to take me forever. I’ll never get done before Julie gets here.” Jim had to shovel a new path to every pen and coop. Chickens, ducks, geese and pigs had a tough time in the snow. Billy was the only break Jim got, the goat loved the snow and he let him know it as he approached the pen with fresh hay and a special grain formula Frank had mixed for Ben just before winter set in. Sitting on an old crate next to Billy, Jim took a break, sipping hot coffee, while he talked to the ram. “You’re the best, Billy, you never complain, not like Penny, the old sow.” The chicken coop was out back not too far from the house and the roosters crowed incessantly, not stopping until Jim threw the first handful of corn at them, always them first. …You greedy so-and-sos. The chickens seldom ventured outdoors in winter but Jim had to clear the run anyway, his father’s orders. His favorite hen, a bantam walked over to Jim. Buffy was always the first hen to sample the corn mash mix and the only chicken he had named. There were too many to receive his special attention.

The cowbell clanged as Ben opened the door a little and peeked inside. Frank looked up from reading the paper, a puzzled look on his face. “Good morning Frank, is Julie upstairs?” he whispered, “I have something for you.” “No need to whisper Ben, Julie is upstairs stocking shelves. She can’t hear you and she certainly can’t see you. Come on in and have a cup of coffee and a sweet roll with me. Paul is with Julie; it’s a big room. They can work there without getting on each other’s nerves, I think, thank God.” Ben walked inside, hung his coat up and stomped his boots on a new ‘Feed the Hog’ welcome mat. Frank continued reading an article about a Christmas miracle. Ben had his hands behind his back as he approached Frank. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he sang. Frank did as he was told. “Ben, this isn’t kindergarten.” Frank opened his eyes as soon as he felt a heavy box in his hands. “Oh, that smells like a small slice of heaven, Clarissa’s famous apple-raisin crumb and still warm.” “It’s not a small slice, it’s a whole pie. Now hide it where no one will see or smell it and be quick about it.” Ben watched as Frank rushed over to his desk, put the pie in a bubble wrapped mailer and hid it in the bottom drawer. “And do not sample the goods until after Julie and I leave.” Frank walked back to the table and gave him an Army salute. “I’m glad you dropped in, Ben. Are you in a rush?” Ben poured a cup of coffee while he waited for Frank to gather his thoughts. “You know I’ve been thinking of retiring, right? Ben nodded. “I’ll be seventy-six soon so I think I’m ready to pack it in. And the best man to take over the business is sitting across from me.” Ben stood up so fast he knocked his coffee cup off the table. “Frank, why me? Hang on, let me get a mop and a bucket.” “Sit down, Ben; Julie can take care of it. You just answered your own question because you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty even when you don’t have to. You know the Hog up, down and sideways. Everyone in town knows you and respects you. Do you know over four-hundred people came to John’s wake and that’s not counting the funeral. Besides that, Fanny’s been bugging me to sell this t for more than a year.”

The intercom squawked, “Julie, bring me a mop and a bucket along with yourself and your thermos. Let’s take a mid-morning break.” Her reply was garbled, “Be right down, Frank.” The elevator door squeaked open as Julie walked over to the table trudging her wares. She mopped up the spill before she sat down. Ben and Frank looked at her. I like that girl was their identical thought. Julie reached down to pick Ben’s cup from the floor, poured coffee for Ben and herself and chomped on a bakery snack. “Hello Mr. Honeycutt, what brings you here two hours early? I love these sweet rolls,” she said almost to herself. “Um, I just decided to come in and visit with Frank, tough to stay away from the place. Jim is home feeding the animals. Your visit has him tied in knots. I think he’s even forgotten his left hand from his right one.” “…Really?” Ben and Frank watched her as she ran over to the wall mirror next to the desk. She preened as she looked at her clothes and smoothed her hair with her fingernails. She walked back to the table as if nothing had happened. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to get going, the shelves won’t stock themselves and I didn’t tell Paul where I was going.” Ben told Julie he’d come upstairs to get her a few minutes before noon. Frank resumed his conversation, “So will you think about it? I bet we can negotiate a 3% loan with Mr. Husson if you’re willing to put Honeycutt Haven up as collateral. When Martin Macky expanded the funeral home, Husson deferred his payments for twelve months. Maybe he’ll do the same for you? I know your next question is how much. Before I answer that let me tell you the store is overstocked, the new storeroom will be ready soon and the spring livestock has been ordered and it’s paid in full. Are you ready for the price? … $200,000 for the whole shebang!” Ben was speechless. Frank picked Ben’s nearly full cup up and held it tight. …Not again! Ben stood up, slammed both fists on the table and plunked back down. “Are you sh.., kidding me? The Hog is worth a million any Sunday. You’d be almost giving it to me.” Frank put Ben’s cup back on the table. “Ben, I paid $100,000 for this t over twenty-five years ago and I have made that money twenty times over and then

some. Trust me; I’m not hurting for dough. I’ve already talked it over with Fannie and she is onboard. Think it over and let me know.” “Thanks Frank, this is almost too much to take in. I’ll talk it over with Clarissa tonight. Maybe I’ll have an answer for you when I bring Julie back to the house after supper. Jim wants to show her his new telescope.” Ben nudged Frank. Frank reached for the newspaper as Ben rushed upstairs to get Julie. As soon as Ben was out of sight Frank ran over to the desk, opened the bottom drawer, lifted the envelope tab and took a big whiff of homemade apple pie. I see an afternoon break in my future. Should I invite Paul…maybe I will and maybe I won’t.

Clarissa was just setting plates on the table when Ben and Julie walked in after hanging their coats on the rack. Fresh coffee was brewing on the stove. Pops and hisses emanated from the living room while “This Old House” blared on Ben’s Victrola. Clarissa was bopping to the beat with her back turned toward the front door. Ben tapped her on the shoulder. “Oh goodness, you scared the bejesus out of me. I just aged ten years.” She hit him in the head with an insulated oven mitt. He just laughed as he sat down. “Julie, it’s so nice to see you again. Please sit down, make yourself comfortable. What can I get you to drink? We have some hot cider and coffee, perfect for a cold winter day.” “Ben, put your coat back on and go find Jimmy, lunch is on the table, skedaddle!” Ben scurried outside, coming back in two seconds to grab his coat. The apple didn’t fall too far from that tree. “I smelled the hot cider as soon as we walked in, heavenly.” Clarissa handed Julie a mugful as the older woman sat down next to her. “Mrs. Honeycutt, your house is so cool; I love old farmhouses.” Julie glanced toward the oven. Clarissa commented, “Don’t worry, it won’t burn. The Sweet Potato Fluff and the Virginia Baked Ham are in the warmer. So, how long have you worked at The Hog?” “This cider is prize-worthy. I moved in with Frank and Fan two years ago and I have been working at The Hog ever since but not full-time, until recently.” “And what do you think of our Jimmy, and please, it’s Clarissa.” “May I have another glass, Mrs. Honeycutt?” Clarissa grabbed the kettle, put it on a hotplate and sat down. Julie helped herself. “He is a hard worker and we really need the help. I am, more or less, in charge of the whole second floor and there’s no way I can keep up with the workload. Jimmy and I cleaned a huge room yesterday. Frank calls it his new storeroom. That was a job and then some.”

Ben walked in from the front door with boots in hand while Jim scampered in from the backdoor and plopped down in his favorite chair. “…Hello, Julie.” Julie smiled at him. “Jim…Jim…Jimmy…Earth to Jimmy! Jim snapped to attention as his mom screamed in his ear. “Take your eyes off Julie long enough to look at the floor. What do you see?” “Umm, water from my boots? I guess I’ll take them to the mudroom and get an old rag out of the bin.” Jim dashed to the laundry room, grabbed a rag and had the puddle soaked up in less than a minute. “Now maybe we can all sit down to eat while I get the fluff and the ham on the table.” “Ben, get the ham, fluff, applesauce, bread and butter now!” Ben saluted and sat down after running around. “Jim, hustle and get the silverware, the cups, carving knife and the meat platter.” Jim saluted, did as he was told and sat as well, winded but still happy. “You see, Julie, that’s how things are done around here.” Clarissa smiled at Ben and gave him a peck on the cheek. The meal was a hit. As they walked out the backdoor, Jim grabbed Julie’s gloved hand. Too bad I’m wearing gloves. “We need to hurry; it’s already 1 o’clock. The tour will have to be quick.” Julie waited for Jim to start walking as they stood just outside the door. “Honeycutt Haven sits on 450 acres of prime lumber: spruce, white pine, maple, oak and walnut, mostly. The original farmhouse is about ninety years old. We have one gluttonous pig, Penny, two geese, three ducks, a ram, Billy, and a el of chickens.” While Jim was talking Julie put her gloves in her coat pocket. “Do you mind if I show you the animals another time, I promise?” “You consider that a tour? We haven’t moved from this spot. And you know I love animals so don’t break your promise or you’ll live to regret it.” Jim reassured her, “My mind is like a steel trap. One second, I left my backpack in the mudroom.” Jim was back before Julie blinked. “Come on, I need to show you our fort, it’s a short walk.” She took her gloves off. “John and I built it when we were seven-years-old. Tom said it was my idea but I don’t that.”

“Here we are, let me help you up.” Jim climbed up first extending his hands to Julie; she didn’t really need assistance, except for that first step. It was crowded but Julie didn’t mind. “This fort’s in great shape for its age. And the four trees are perfect for the fort but it’s rather small, too small for us both, don’t you think so?” “My dad said the same thing. Tom and I are seriously considering a larger floorplan. Since the four trees expand outward evenly the higher you go, we can almost quadruple the floor space if we go up about six or seven feet. See what I mean?” he pointed upward. Julie nodded. “Yesterday I asked you if you believed in magic and I mentioned a very old tree.” Julie nodded and urged him to continue. “I have to show you this ancient tree and when I tell you something I hope with all my heart that you’ll believe me. It’s a two-mile hike and the snow won’t make it any easier. But first we have to go back to the house.” “Why the detour back to the house; you said you were in a hurry before?” “We can’t go to the tree empty-handed. I’ll explain on the way. Let me go down first.” Jim stood on the ground watching her while she climbed back down the ladder, placing his hands around her waist. Ben’s work shed was really a walled-off section of the garage. “Won’t your dad be angry if we take something without asking?” “Let’s hope we don’t get caught. I can’t tell my dad about the tree. Don’t ask me why I can’t because I don’t have a sensible answer to that question. Please help me with this ladder.” “Jim, I suggest you come up with a plan B because no way am I going to help you carry a fifty pound fiberglass ladder two miles!” Sitting in his dad’s old easy chair, it had been in that same spot for as long as he could , Jim closed his eyes. What would Johnny do? Jim stood up and looked around. That’s the ticket. He found a small jar of eight inch nails and put it in his pocket, grabbing a hammer from the bench. In the corner he noticed a pile of used lumber; he picked out the six best pieces, handing three to Julie. “We’re all set, let’s boogey. It’ll be dark in two or three hours but I have a

tactical flashlight in my backpack.” They had been walking for fifty minutes. “Jim, the snow is making this very difficult, how much further? And how do you know where you’re going?” He pointed to the left and right. “Do you see the orange ribbons hanging in the trees? Tom and I tied them to the branches two days ago. He is the only one who knows about this tree, and now you do, too. We’re almost there; I can see the tree from here. Let me show you where it is.” Jim took his gloves off and turned her body in the right direction, pointing with his arm extended. “My God, I didn’t see it and it was almost in front of me. How could I have missed it?” “This tree is absolutely massive, look how wide it is at the base. I need to sit down. Jim, I feel like I just ran a marathon because that was two miles too long.” Jim handed her a plastic bag he’d had in his pocket as she sat against the tree, she placed the wood she was carrying next to her. “What the…the bark should be hard against my back but it feels like a pillow-top mattress.” Jim sat down next to her. His pants were water-proof. “You did say you believed in magic…well? But there’s more to the story. I found this tree the day John, um, ed away. While I was sitting here trying to get a grip on my feelings, I heard a faint humming sound coming from above me. When I stood up the sound got louder. Here, let me help you up.” Jim stood and extended his hand, Julie grabbed on and he pulled her up gently. “See that knot hole, the big one about nine feet up?” Julie nodded. “The hum is coming from there but you don’t hear it, do you?” “Jimmy Honeycutt, you made me walk all the way out here through ten inches of snow for a humming sound I don’t even hear. I think you’ve gone bonkers. When we get back to your house, I’m going to have a sit-down with your mom!” “Okay, how do you explain bark that feels as soft as a pillow?” Jim didn’t wait for a reply. “Feel the bark now, go ahead and touch it.” Julie touched the bark where her back had been. “It’s as hard as a rock!” “Are you still going to have that talk with my mom? What tree do you know has feather-soft bark one minute and rock-hard bark the next? Would you consider

that magic? And if that’s magic, why can’t the hum I hear be magical, too?” The wind picked up and snow began to swirl. Julie started to shiver. “I’m getting cold, I need to sit down. It feels a lot warmer leaning against the tree.” Jim sat down huddling closer to her for warmth. “Well, when you put it that way I can’t argue with you. The bark does seem like it could be magical. Did you notice the heat last time?” Jim shook his head. “I guess if you say you hear a hum, I believe you. But how are we going to climb up there to investigate?” Standing up, Jim showed her the nails in his pocket as he picked up the hammer and a piece of wood. “We’re going to build a ladder just like the one at the fort. I have plenty of nails and six pieces of wood should do the trick.” The nails went through the pine like butter but as soon as they touched the bark, it was like trying to drive a nail into iron. While Jim was trying to pound a nail into steel-clad bark, Julie happened to walk around the tree just to see the view from the other side. “Jim, you won’t believe this, I’m on the other side of the tree, hurry up, come here.” Standing on the opposite side of the tree Julie and Jim were stunned, gazing at a perfect rectangle devoid of snow and vegetation, other than grass. Jim was curious as he walked off the dimensions by putting one foot in front of the other. “This is unbelievable, exactly ten feet wide by fifty feet long, give or take a few inches and it’s dry as a bone.” “Jim, I shouldn’t have doubted you. This is too amazing not to be magical.” Jim agreed with her as he picked up the wood. “I guess we’ll have to find another way to get up there, nails and bark like iron don’t mix.” Walking back to the house, Julie held Jim’s hand, for warmth. Jim carried the bundle of wood in his other hand. The twine in his backpack had come in handy. I guess she’s okay. “So what’s the plan? No, wait, let me guess, your dad’s fiberglass clunker of a ladder; exactly when is this happening?” “You’re right, the ladder, it’s the only way to reach that knot. I know there’s something in there and I need your help again. The ladder is too heavy for two

strong guys to carry that far, even with breaks in between. Is tomorrow too soon, say around 9 o’clock?” “…Assuming I agree to help you, I want something in return. You will conduct a proper tour of the farm, a walking tour. I want to see every animal. You will feed me well and treat me like a queen. You will pick me up and bring me home, escorting me to my door. And you will be super nice to me for the whole day.” “Milady, you drive a hard bargain. I accept your demands. But are you free tomorrow?” “I assure you, sir, I am not free. But I am not working tomorrow, if that’s what you mean. Frank gave me the day off, without pay just in case. I asked him as soon as I got to work this morning.” “Hang on,” they stopped walking, “let me get my flashlight; it’s getting dark.” Before they could continue, Jim gave her a quick hug while turning the light on. “Look, we’re almost home; there’s the property line.” Entering the shed, Jim placed the wood in the corner, putting the hammer and nails back on the workbench. “Julie, you cannot tell my mom and dad anything about the tree or what makes it special,” Jim whispered. Julie whispered back, “I promise I won’t even mention the tree. By the way, aren’t you forgetting something?” She pointed. Jim looked high and low. “Dumbo, look at the wood in the corner.” “Duh, I feel like a nimrod. How could I miss the nails in the wood?” Jim grabbed the hammer and removed two twisted nails. They walked toward the backdoor. Perhaps his mind was on something else? But he did give me a thank you hug. I don’t know why I gave her that hug. I hope she doesn’t think I’m a jerk. She has me over a barrel; I’m going to have to be super nice to her all day tomorrow. Clarissa was setting the supper table but this time she didn’t ask for help. The smell of venison stew wafted through the house. Homemade rye bread fresh from the oven sat in the center of the table. Ben was busy at the counter tossing a fresh salad and crafting his own special dressing. Jim and Julie walked inside ,

leaving their boots and coats in the mudroom. “Hello Julie, your face is red, must be the bitter cold. Would you like a hot cup of tea?” Jim went to the stove and put the kettle on before she could reply. “A hot cup of tea would be wonderful. Jim is quick with the kettle, isn’t he, Mrs. Honeycutt.” She smiled as Jim hustled to bring her a mug and two teabags, adding another cup to the table as an afterthought. “The cold got to me a few times but a boy I know kept me warm.” Jim poured her hot water and some for himself. He tried his best to ignore Julie’s teasing comment. Glancing at his Timex, he commented, “I guess we were outside for about four hours and it’s below freezing for sure. I gave Julie a quick tour of the Haven. The fort was a required stop; I had to show her my earliest construction project. She even complimented me, indirectly. After that we went for a long walk on the state property out back, guess we lost track of time.” As Ben walked to the table, Jim jumped up, took the salad and dressing from the counter and placed them next to Julie’s plate. Ben looked at Jim as he sat down. I think Jim’s caught the bug. Clarissa took the simmering stew from the stove and placed it next to Ben. “Let’s eat; Julie, please say grace.” Julie didn’t hesitate. Clarissa dished out the salad. Ben ladled stew into large bowls. The bread, the butter and the dressing were ed along. Jim got the water pitcher from the fridge and placed it next to his mom. She poured herself a glassful. “Mr. Honeycutt, I’ve never seen a salad like that; are you sure you didn’t leave something out? Do I see Brussel sprouts in there? The dressing tastes super!” “Salad is Dad’s specialty. He calls it ‘Gozinta’. And his dressing recipe is a family secret. I’m still waiting for him to clue me in.” “Gosh, I’ve never heard of gozinta salad. What’s your secret; it’s so yummy. And this stew, it’s simply fantastic.” “Ben preps all the stews; I just make sure they don’t burn on the stove. But I did bake the bread. Homemade bread is so much healthier and no store-bought bread tastes better.” Ben stood up as soon as everyone was done eating. “I have some wonderful news, two things actually.” He waited while Clarissa headed to the cold storage

and came back to the table with a box, setting it on the table. He waited a bit longer while she fixed a pot of coffee and put it on the stove. “Okay, ready for the good news?” Everyone nodded. “Mr. Husson called me this morning. The scholarship was approved and as soon as we raise $700 and deposit it, along with the money I gave you Jim, we will start earning 5% interest. I know he told us 4.25% but he negotiated a higher start-up.” Jim was ecstatic, “Wait till I tell Tom tomorrow.” Ben’s right brow rose a tad. “I’ll fill Julie in later; I know she’ll help us.” Julie’s left brow rose a tad. Clarissa just smiled. “Here comes the zinger, Frank has offered to sell me the Hog. He wants to retire soon. I know what you’re thinking… how much. Take a guess.” Clarissa and Jim were stunned. Julie stood up and glared at Ben. “Okay don’t guess, seems like a guy can’t have any fun. I told Frank he was practically giving me the place, only $200,000!” Everyone started talking at the same time. The coffee boiled over. Clarissa jumped up to rush to the stove; her crystal water goblet flew off the table, shattering in a million pieces as it hit the floor. The tinkle of broken glass brought everyone back to some form of normalcy. Jim ran to the laundry room to get the broom, the mop and a bucket. With the broken glass, the water spill and the coffee mess taken care of everyone calmed down as they sipped their brew. Clarissa opened the box and set the apple pie on the table. “Julie, I made this just for you. My famous apple-raisin crumb won a blue ribbon at the county fair last year.” Julie thanked her. Jim cut each of them a piece, giving Julie the largest slice first. While they enjoyed the pie, Ben continued,” I told Frank I’d think about it, too big a decision to commit myself right away. He suggested we use the Haven as collateral but only if we have no other options. I’d like to give it a shot if we all agree. This has to be a family decision. Let’s sleep on it. Frank can wait till tomorrow.” Jim and Julie excused themselves and headed for the front door. Before Julie opened the door, Jim ran back to grab their coats. On the way Jim let his mom know he was going to show Julie his new telescope. While Ben and Clarissa were sipping a second cup of coffee, Jim came inside and grabbed a blanket

from the living room. Clarissa gave Ben a knowing look. Ben kissed her and whispered, “Yup, he’s got the bug.” He tried to sneak another piece of pie; this time she let him get away with it. He brought up the subject of buying the Hog; Clarissa agreed that it was a wonderful idea. Ben kissed her again and whispered, “Thank you from the bottom of my heart.” While they sat in the porch swing, Jim placed the blanket over himself and Julie. “Did you have to tell my mom I kept you warm today?” “What are you doing now?” Keeping you warm. Jim felt heat rushing to his head. They rocked while looking up at the stars. Jim knew he’d been put in check. Out of the blue Jim said, “I miss Johnny.” He took a bandanna out of his pocket. They rocked and looked up at the stars. Jim stopped rocking, handed the blanket to Julie, stood up and walked to the edge of the porch. Lost in thought, he felt the lightest touch on his shoulder. “I seem to be depending on you more times than I can count. But I need your help again, the scholarship, let me tell you about it.” Julie grabbed Jim by the shoulders and twirled him around. The next thing Jim felt were her lips on his. “Dumbo, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you. I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered in his ear. He whispered back as he kissed her, “Surprisingly, I don’t mind.” Jim never had a chance to show Julie his telescope but they talked at length about the Honeycutt Scholarship Fund and she agreed to help him as often as she could.

10

“I had to check my underwear.”

For the first time in over a week Jim woke up happy, not moody, distracted or brooding. He’d set his alarm for 6 AM. The coffee was on the stove; the breakfast table was set and Jim had washed, cut up and placed fresh fruit in a large bowl for the centerpiece. He had just sat down when his father walked in. “Jim, you seem pretty chipper this morning and up early, too. What’s gotten into you? The table’s set and the coffee’s on, a fruit bowl in the middle of the table? This looks a lot like you want something from me.” “Have a seat, Dad.” Jim took the coffee off the stove and grabbed two cups from the rack. He put the milk and sugar on the table and poured Ben a cup of Joe, along with one for himself. “Dad, I meant to ask you for a favor last night before I went to bed but it slipped my mind. Tom and Julie agreed to help me make the fort bigger. It’s pretty tight for two adults; three would never fit. Can you pick them up this morning in about two hours?” “I have a perfect piece of wood in the shed for a sign above the garage, Ben’s Taxi-Day or Night $2.00. What do you think, Jim?” Jim looked at his dad but he didn’t know how to respond. “I like the idea because that’s what you’re going to pay me every time I pick up your friends, $2 per each way, starting today. You will owe me $8.00 payable next time you work at the Hog.” Ben took a piece of paper and a pen out of his shirt pocket, wrote something on it and tacked it to the cork board next to the fridge. “I guess I’ll have to start saving up for a good used car, preferably a Honda. I think I’ll ask Frank for more hours.” Jim sipped his coffee and stabbed a piece of fruit with his fork. “You won’t have to ask Frank but you will have to ask me. And after that Honda

comment I might just cut your hours instead.” “That’s great news, Dad!” Jim stood up and the grape he’d speared flew through the air and landed at his mother’s feet. Clarissa had just walked through the door. “Jim, you seem quite plucky this morning, how did it go with you and Julie on the porch last night? Did you find time to show her your telescope, hmm?” Clarissa bent down and picked up the grape. Popping it in her mouth, she commented, “Gotta eat a pound of dirt before I die, ain’t that right, Ben?” I can’t believe Mom just did that! Jim looked at his father but he was too busy stuffing his mouth with fruit to reply. “Sit down, Mom. Let me get you some coffee. I put fruit on the table. The eggs and leftover rye bread are on the counter ready for you to work your magic. You’re the best egg fryer in all of Clinton County.” “Jimbo, are you buttering me up? I know how you roll. Who did you invite over this time without fair warning?” Jim got up and put some rye bread in the toaster. After getting his mom a cup of coffee and a small bowl of fruit, he replied, “Well, I asked Tom and Julie to come over this morning. We want to expand the fort; it’s way too small for us. Dad agreed to pick them up.” Ben didn’t see any reason to object. He knew he really didn’t have a choice. “All you have to do is prepare a brunch.” Clarissa was about to comment but Jim never gave her the chance. “…Gotta go feed the chickens while you make breakfast. Yell for me when it’s ready.” Jim ran to the mudroom and out the backdoor. Clarissa sipped her coffee while eating a piece of grapefruit. “I swear, that boy is slicker than a chased greased hog.” Ben talked about the Hog and its possibilities while she fried up some brown eggs. He toasted more bread and got the butter from the cold bin. “I gather you told Jim about the Hog from the yelling I heard while I was coming downstairs?” Ben nodded with another mouthful of fruit. He pointed to the note next to the fridge. Clarissa read it. “Jim owes you $8.00, for what?” Ben finished his fruit. “I just bought some new router bits; wait till you see my new sign later today. I decided since I am Jim’s private cab he can pay me for taxiing him and his friends back-and-forth, $2.00 each way per enger. Jim

said he was going to save his money to buy a used Honda, never even mentioned a Toyota.” “The eggs are done and you have enough toast there to feed an army. Any reason you forgot to count the pieces as you put them in the toaster? Land sakes, you can’t take your mind off that store. I gotta go call Jim before his eggs are cold.” Clarissa sauntered over to the door, opened it and gave a holler, tapping her foot. Jim bounded in one minute later. Ben put eggs and toast on a serving tray. “Jim, how many times do I have to tell you to take your boots off before you sit at the table? And you will mop up that water as soon as you’re done eating. Plus you’re late; I called you over a minute ago.” Jim just stared at his mom. “And while I’m on a roll, you said all I had to do was prepare a brunch, right?” Jim nodded. “So I guess that means you will be preparing lunch and dinner today.” The only reason Clarissa stopped was because she was out of breath. “Now let’s eat before the eggs get cold.” Jim started to reach over for two eggs and buttered toast. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Jim was sitting on the porch swing when his dad pulled into the driveway and put the Toyota in the garage. Tom and Julie were walking toward him. Ben saw Jim watching as he pointed to the top of the garage and laughed… The $2.00 sign, I know. Jim gave his dad a nod as he walked down the steps to meet his friends half-way. “Can you guys help me feed the rest of the tribe? I fed the cluckers and mucked out their coop earlier. Together we’ll be done in less than an hour.” Jim gave Tom a high-five; Julie came in for a quick hug which he gladly accepted. They walked toward the shed to get as much feed and hay as they could carry, knowing they’d have to come back for more. Jim grabbed the wheelbarrow and a hoe. “There’s more to feeding these critters than just food.” Julie shied away from the hoe as Jim lifted it to his nose and took a healthy whiff. “Tom, stop laughing and grab this small bale. This feed is for the geese. The ducks dine on this. Don’t mix them up; here, let me mark the bags.” Jim took a marker from his coat pocket. “Mr. Frank makes these up special for my dad. I’ll muck them out later. We’ll meet you back at the house as soon as we’re done, Tom.” Jim watched as Tom walked away whistling “The Farmer in the Dell”. “Julie, come with me. It’s time you met Billy and Penny. Carry this feed please, I

marked the bags yesterday. I’ll put the larger bale of hay in the barrow. When we get there you can muck if you like getting dirty, just kidding.” Julie made a face as they walked toward Penny’s sty. “So what did you tell your mom and dad? I know you didn’t mention the tree.” Julie never gave Jim a chance to answer her question. “Oh, there’s Penny, she looks so cute and cuddly.” Julie got on her knees to pet Penny while Jim cleaned her pen. “Oh my God, that smells to high heaven!” “Maybe higher, pig poop, even Penny’s, is the worst.” Jim wheeled the barrow fifteen feet from them downwind. “Put the feed in that bin and the fresh hay over there while I pump some water for this thirsty hog.” Jim sat on an old metal bucket and talked to Penny while Julie was busy. He offered Julie the bucket as soon as she was done while he hunkered down in the snow. “I told Mom and Dad we were going to expand the fort, which is not a lie; we’re just not going to work on it today.” Jim got up and helped Julie to her feet. “This is my bandanna, it’s clean and you’re going to need it.” Jim took a heavy plastic bag out of his other pocket and handed it to her. “Put the rest of the hay in here, time to pay Billy a visit. He’s a three-year-old ram. Here, you take the hay and his victuals. I’ve got the wheelbarrow.” He made it a point to walk right next to her. Julie started to gag. “I gave you my bandanna, see what I mean?” Jim laughed so hard he lost control of the barrow and fell in the snow. It tipped over and Penny’s brown leftovers dotted the snowscape. Julie jumped on Jim and pounded him with her fists until he pulled her toward him to kiss her. “The barrow’s empty but you can keep my handkerchief.” He got up and righted the wheelbarrow, then helped Julie up. “I hope Dad doesn’t see this mess, it’s not like I can mop it up.” “Jim Honeycutt, you promised to treat me like a queen today and a queen should not have to help feed farm animals or have to deal with animal, um, droppings.” Billy’s enclosure was just up ahead. “Hello Billy, oh look at him, he’s so cute.” Julie ran ahead. I got out of that one. “Julie, please take his food and hay and put them in those troughs. I have to break the ice on his wooden water trough.” Jim grabbed a heavy metal rod leaning against Billy’s lean-to. “I’ll muck out now but I promise to walk about twenty feet behind you; put my bandanna over your nose and

mouth. I’ll help you tie it when we’re done here.” Jim put the barrow behind the lean-to and overturned two wooden feed buckets, pointing to one for Julie. He sat on the other as they talked to Billy. “I like Billy because he always listens and he never talks back other than bleating now and then. He never complains, not like Penny. Um, Julie, I’m sorry about putting you through that back there; it was mean-spirited and I apologize.” Julie touched Jim on the shoulder, “I accept your apology knave, but one more trick like that and I’ll have you beheaded.” “Thank you, Julie. Let’s get back; I still have to muck out the geese and the ducks but I’ll do it later. Go on ahead, I’ll follow you. Let me help you with that kerchief.” Jim waited a few minutes, detouring to a manure pit to empty the wheelbarrow. Walking through the backdoor after taking his boots off, Jim was greeted with the smells of jasmine and warmed apple pie. Tom was already seated. Clarissa was putting a plate of peanut butter cookies on the table. Tea was steeping in the cozy. “Bowl me over, junk food heaven, cookies and pie.” Jim sat next to Julie. Ben was talking about the feed store, his usual topic of discussion these days. “I talked to Frank this morning and we sealed the deal. It’s official; we’re meeting with Tim Husson on Tuesday.” Jim served the tea while Ben cut the pie. Clarissa ed the cookies around and Jim took two, one for each hand. “Tom, we were busy with the animals and I forgot to tell you the scholarship was approved by the bank. And the kicker, Mr. Husson negotiated a guaranteed interest rate of 5%. Now all we have to do is raise $700 in order to deposit the minimum $6000 needed in order for the to begin accruing interest. Maybe we can work on the project after we enjoy our pie.” Tom said he thought they needed to raise $900 and Jim told him about the $200 windfall his dad had given him toward the scholarship. Tom was over the moon about the pie. “Mrs. Honeycutt, this pie deserves a prize.” Clarissa beamed with pride. “Let’s start by making some of those scholarship donation containers we talked about. All we need are some plastic jars with lids, some duct tape, regular tape, permanent markers and colored paper.” Everyone enjoyed the pie and brainstormed ways to raise money for the scholarship. Julie took notes while Jim held her other hand below the table. Ben

gave Clarissa that I-told-you-so look and she smiled back at him, enjoying her jasmine tea. Jim rushed outside to muck out the ducks and the geese while Tom and Julie set up a table in the living room to work on the project. Ben gathered some old plastic jars from the basement and ed he had a few more stored in his workshop. Clarissa hunted around the house looking for tape, heavy paper for labels and colored permanent markers. Where in the blazes is that duct tape? When Ben sat down to work on a crossword, Clarissa lit into him, “Ben, I seeing the duct tape on the shelf above the drier just yesterday. Where is it now?” Ben looked up and just smiled. Clarissa started tapping her foot. Vesuvius is gonna blow; what did I do with that tape? “I think I left it in the basement, honey.” “Benjamin Honeycutt, you have thirty seconds and my name ain’t honey!” Ben was back in twenty seconds as he collapsed in the chair. Clarissa walked away heading for her kitchen. Ben could hear the volcano grumbling in the distance along with the slamming of cabinet doors. He was too rattled to work on a puzzle so he decided to help the kids with the jars. “Gee, Mr. Honeycutt, I didn’t know you were a graphic artist as well as a fantastic feed store manager.” Julie was busy cleaning jars with a damp cloth while Tom cut the duct tape into strips. Ben bragged about his easy A in a graphic arts college class at Herkimer. By the time Jim walked in the front door, ten donation jars were on display pending family approval. Clarissa had just finished cleaning the kitchen as she rested on the couch, smiling at the handiwork on the coffee table. “Ah, Jim, I’m glad to see you left your boots in the mudroom but you might want to look in the mirror. I see something on your shoulder; it’s milky white and it reeks.” Jim walked over to the full-length mirror in the hallway. “Dewey strikes again. He flew onto my shoulder while I was mucking the coop but call ducks are so cute, looks like he left me a small present. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Fifteen minutes later Jim was back dressed in a clean flannel shirt and smelling like the peppermint soap he’d gotten as a Christmas gift. Clarissa excused herself as she headed to the kitchen to prepare a light lunch of

pea soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Julie begged Jim to show her their three call ducks so they headed outside, promising to be back in fifteen minutes. Ben and Tom put the finishing touches on the remaining donation jars. Ben walked into the kitchen to see if he could lend a hand. He set the table and put the tea kettle on the stove. Look at her go; she’s still got what it takes. “Looks to me like Jim’s found himself a gal, just what he needs. Before I forget, didn’t you say Jim was going to prepare lunch?” Clarissa was stirring the soup to keep it from burning. “You know what they say, a girl for every guy. If it was meant to be I’m so happy for him. These last few days have been so tough on him. Did you actually think I was going to force him to make us lunch?” Ben snickered as he grabbed a loaf of bread from the cool box. “Open the backdoor and give Jim a holler, soup’s on.” Like a good soldier, Ben obeyed his commanding officer, patting her on the behind as he walked by. Julie and Jim walked in, fingers entwined; both looked up quickly and unclasped their hands. Clarissa and Ben glanced at them and tried to keep a straight face. Tom piped up from the living room, “All twenty are done and bagged, ready for distribution.” He brought one to the counter; it was decorated for church appeal, made especially for Amy. The five sat down, Ben said a prayer and the meal was served. Jim poured tea for everyone, making a point of handing a cup to Julie complete with an antique spoon, Clarissa’s favorite. It did not go unnoticed. The family sat around the table drinking another cup of tea, snacking on day-old peanut butter cookies. Clarissa stood up, “Jim, we need to get this scholarship up and running. Instead of going door-to-door or store-to-store, I think the church will help us. I want you to call Amy Garrett after lunch and invite her to supper. We can hand her the church jar and talk about the scholarship. Let her know supper will be on the table by 6:30.” Clarissa put the church donation jar in the center of the table. “Uh, Mom, can you call Miss Garrett; Jim, Julie and I want to work on the fort and we only have, he looked at his Timex, three or four hours before it gets dark? I know the scholarship was my idea but…” Clarissa looked at Jim and then at Julie. She couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes. All three ran out the backdoor and came back inside ten seconds later to grab coats and boots. Kids…!

They walked the short distance to the garage and Ben’s workroom to get what they needed; Jim showed Julie and Tom the gadget he’d snatched from the mudroom, his mom’s three-foot Nifty Nabber. The boys took the ladder off its hooks while Julie grabbed Jim’s knapsack. Jim checked his pack and added six cookies and three bottles of water he’d taken off the kitchen counter. Tom twisted the ladder in one direction and Jim tried to go the opposite way. “I can’t believe it, Dumbo One and Dumbo Two. What are you both trying to do? Tom, we can’t go directly to the tree. Let Jim lead; we have to take a roundabout route. It has to look like we’re headed for the fort, two idiots carrying a ladder.” Tom hit his head with the flat of his hand. Jim took them on a circuitous route, going half a mile out of the way. Tom and Jim stopped often shifting the load from right to left hand. Julie spelled them a bit when either one petered out. By the time they got to the ancient pine they were dragged out with only thirty minutes to spare before they had to head back. Jim and Tom propped the ladder up against the tree. Jim confirmed that neither Julie nor Tom could hear the hum so he tried to climb the ladder, managing three rungs before he froze. Jim came back down but refused to talk; his knees where shaking. Tom pushed Jim out of the way as he nearly ran up the ladder and shoved his arm into the hole up to his armpit along with the grabber. He came up empty. It was agreed; they’d sit at the base of the tree and have a pow-wow. They stared at Jim, “I, uh, forgot to tell you guys I have height issues. That’s why the fort is only five feet above the ground. The stump the other day, I managed to climb on top of it but I was holding onto the tree for dear life.” “Jim, what about the ladder at the Hog on Thursday, you managed to climb that one.” “I know but it wasn’t easy. My legs were shaking the whole time but you were with me. when you said I was sweating profusely, that’s why. I can’t explain it, maybe because we were inside and not outside? I really don’t know. When you left the room I had to check my underwear.” Julie made a face and Tom laughed so hard he fell over in the snow. Julie stood up and walked around the tree. “Do you guys realize this tree is more

than thirty feet wide at the base? It’s a good thing the knot doesn’t go all the way through but the thing we’re trying to reach could easily be ten feet deep, or more. If the humming object is buried that far in we’ll never get it out of there. Jim, give me your flashlight.” Julie climbed up next while Jim ed the ladder with his hands and feet. She shone the light inside the hole for nearly five minutes. “I think I see something about eight to ten feet in; it looks like a cube or something. Even using your mom’s grabber you’ll never reach it.” She climbed back down. Jim wanted to try again but Julie said it would be a waste of time. “It’s getting late and you weaklings have work ahead of you. I am not carrying that ladder another foot. The snow makes it hard enough to walk and we have to take the shortest way back. Why don’t we leave the ladder here, we’re going to need it again anyway.” “I thought about that Julie but we need the ladder to expand our fort. Dad only has two ladders and we need both of them for the project so we have no choice but to carry it back-and-forth.” Julie felt sorry for their labors but she refused to help them on the way back. Jim and Tom trudged back with the ladder, alternating sides as they went. Julie followed behind carrying Jim’s backpack and his mom’s aluminum grabber. After an hour plus, Julie walked through the backdoor; her lips were blue.

Clarissa rushed over and gave Julie a big warm hug. “You need a fluffy blanket and a hot mug of tea: mint, herbal or chamomile?” She put the kettle on and grabbed the afghan from the living room. Julie was grateful to be sitting after walking over four miles, her little secret. The afghan and mint were the perfect combination. “Do I smell pot roast with potatoes, onions and fresh carrots? I would know that smell anywhere. It’s one of my favorites.” “Yes, Ben and Jim love it. Miss Amy is coming over too and she always brings a pot roast to her winter potlucks so I know she fancies it too.” Tom and Jim walked inside and rushed toward the kitchen but Tom stopped, yanking on Jim’s shirt collar, “Do you want to get yelled at again, boots off.” Julie laughed at the face Jim made, just then she saw Jim’s top button land on the kitchen table, almost in her tea. “…Serves you right, Mister. Thank you, Tom; someone has a brain around here.” The boys sat at the table and asked for a cup of hot cocoa. “You guys were outside a long time, cocoa sounds just about right. Jim, you’re almost thirty minutes overdue, why so late?” Clarissa broke two cookies in half and shared them. “The fort is turning out to be a bigger project than we thought, going upward to make it larger is not as easy as it sounds. We’re going to need more wood; I hope Dad has extra used lumber lying around somewhere.” Clarissa ed Julie for a cup of tea. “By the way, I called Amy and she’ll be here at six but she can’t stay too late. She has to get back to the manse to write the Sunday sermon. Your dad went over to see Frank; they are discussing loan strategies for their meeting with Mr. Husson next week and I think he is going to mention the scholarship, too.” “Mom, we’re going to the shed to look for more wood scraps, larger ones.” Clarissa told them to be back in time to greet Amy. They walked out the front door after grabbing their coats off the rack. “Tom, what are you doing?” He told Jim he was looking for larger wood scraps.

“That’s not why we’re out here. We have to figure out a way to extend our reach or we’ll never get that cube from the tree.” Jim sat down to think. Julie came to the rescue again. “Look around for a seven-foot piece of pine, a two-by-two. We’ll affix the handle end of the grabber to it and tie some heavy twine to the trigger and run it along the board with a few eye-hooks. That should give us six feet of board, two feet with the grabber and your arm length. It just might work, what do you think?” Jim grabbed Julie and gave her a peck on the lips. “Perfect, that should do the trick. Let’s get to work, we only have about twenty minutes and we don’t want to keep the boss waiting.” They were done in fifteen minutes thanks to Ben’s tendency to be overly neat, a place for everything…Jim hid the contraption in a corner behind some larger scraps of wood. They talked for a few minutes after the super grabber was hidden, agreeing to meet again right after church provided Jim could talk his Dad into carting them and his mom into feeding them again. Tom and Julie were sitting in the living room watching TV after arranging nineteen donation jars on the coffee table. Jim had just walked inside when the doorbell rang. Opening the front door, he intoned, “May I take your coat? Allow me to place it on this beautiful antique coatrack given to the family by a dear friend only recently.” Amy thanked him and gave him a hug. He directed her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her. “The pleasure is all mine, please be seated, madam.” Amy laughed and gave Clarissa an odd look. As soon as Jim left the room, Clarissa sat down for a quick whispering session after setting the table. “Hello Amy, did you see Julie Johnson when you walked in? Jim invited her over and she’s been here all day. He said he needed her help with a few projects the kids are working on but I think there’s more to that story, know what I mean?” Amy gave Clarissa a knowing look as she tiptoed to the doorway and glanced at Jim and Julie. Sitting back down, she replied, “I see what you mean. She is sitting rather close to Jim. You know what, I think that’s wonderful. Jim really needs someone else in his life, especially now. I’m happy for him.” “Can I get you something hot to drink? We have warm cider, hot tea or I can make a pot of coffee.” Amy opted for a cup of black tea as she eyed the special

jar sitting in the middle of the table. “Give me a minute while I set the rest of the table. Ben should be back from Frank’s any minute. He was supposed to be here by six.” Clarissa placed the jar on the kitchen counter. “…Jim, front and center.” Jim ran to the kitchen. “Get the fresh wheat bread out of the storage box. Grab the soft butter from the counter. Take the cold water out of the fridge. Put the crock pot on the trivet and be careful; it’s as hot as you know what. That is all.” Amy laughed so hard she almost spilled her tea. “Clarissa, I don’t know how you do that, it’s amazing. I could never pull that off.” Ben tried to sneak in the front door but Clarissa heard the Toyota pulling up the drive. She was waiting for him at the door. “Mister, you are very late. Dinner will be served post-haste. Hurry on upstairs and take the kids with you, time to wash up for supper.” Ben yelled for the kids and ran upstairs. Everything was ready as Clarissa sat down next to Amy while they waited for the others. “Really, I get a kick out of doing that but to tell you the truth it’s just for show. I love them with all my heart and they know it. It stems from a joke Ben and I played on each other years ago and it just grew into this military façade thing I do.” Everyone was seated as Amy prayed over the food and the meal was enjoyed by all. Ben shared his good news with Amy. “Frank and I intend to meet with Tim Husson next week to talk about my financial obligations and a possible interestfree short term loan. We also talked about the possibility of logging some of the property. Prime timber is worth a bundle in today’s market.” Clarissa said she liked the idea and the others agreed with her. Clarissa grabbed the church jar, handed it to Amy and they talked about the scholarship fund. Amy thought for a moment, “Distributing these donation jars will be a snap. I noticed some sitting on the coffee table before. If you guys come to the 9 AM service tomorrow and bring the jars with you, I will mention the scholarship and between the early and the later service I am sure we will be able to distribute all the jars. I will make sure someone records each vendor name so we know where the jars will be placed.” Jim mentioned the magic number, $700, and Amy said she’d the plate and ask for donations. “By the way, I love the jar you made for the church. I’ll make sure I put it where

everyone can see it.” While coffee was boiling, Clarissa walked to the cool box. “Everyone, close your eyes and tell me what you smell.” She placed a lemon meringue pie in the center of the table and shut the coffee off. Jim raised his hand, “Coffee and something sweet.” His mom told him to guess again. Julie guessed it, “Homemade lemon meringue pie!” Clarissa laughed and everyone opened their eyes. The reverend suggested they play Round Robin while Jim cut the pie and gave each one a slice; he gave Julie the biggest piece. Amy asked each one to mention something positive the church has done just for them. When it was Jim’s turn, he started to say he couldn’t think of anything but then mentioned the coatrack and his book about the stars. He also talked about how kind and caring people were, especially during times of great need. Clarissa talked about contributions other than money, like being a reader. Ben talked about friendships he’d formed over the years. Tom couldn’t think of anything in particular. “Come to think of it, I need a reader for the early service, just two Bible ages; would you help me Jim?” Jim hesitated so Julie spoke up, “I am not a member of the church but I am willing to read one if Jim will read the other?” Jim whispered his thanks while Amy reached into her pocketbook and handed a small piece of paper to Jim. He glanced at it, ripped it in half and gave the other piece to Julie. Clarissa started to clear the table; Amy insisted on helping. Ben thanked Amy for coming over as he walked into the living room to watch television. Jim, Tom and Julie excused themselves; Jim wanted to show Tom his telescope so they headed for the front porch. As they were walking Julie punched Jim in the arm. He turned around and took a blanket from the top of the couch. As soon as the kitchen was cleared Amy grabbed a towel while Clarissa washed the dishes. “A penny for your thoughts,” Clarissa said. “I’m just glad you asked me to dinner tonight. You know, I sort of planned on having Jim read this Sunday so I’m glad it worked out. I know he’s going

through a tough time just now. He told me the other night, but I already knew it. And you and Ben, I can only imagine what it’s like for the both of you.” Clarissa handed Amy another dish. “It’s not easy for us either but we’re older and our faith is grounded. We sat down the other night and had a long discussion. We know everything happens for a reason and in His time. I think Jim is coming around but it’ll take some time. He has his whole life ahead of him.” “I saw the way Julie looks at him and when he walked back and got that blanket…I think you and I are on the same wavelength. She is just what he needs now. Before her, he looked very depressed, can’t say I don’t blame him.” Amy handed her the towel and gave Clarissa a hug. “The pot roast and the pie were out of this world, girl.” She picked up her pocketbook and her donation jar, putting them back on the counter two seconds later. Walking into the living room, she gave Ben a hug and told him to be sure to box up the fancy jars for tomorrow morning. As she retrieved her things she gave Clarissa a wink and walked out the front. She wished the kids a good night and told them she’d see them tomorrow morning. Clarissa could hear her shoes clacking down the drive as she stood by the window. Thank God for Amy. Jim was showing Tom his new old telescope, how it worked and what each piece did. They talked about the stars while Jim pointed out a few major ones, those you could see in the night sky. Julie sat on the porch swing covered in a furry blanket. As Jim walked by he gave Julie a quick kiss, letting her know he’d be back in a flash as he stepped into the house. Tom was still messing around with the scope when he got back. “Miss Amy gave me this book about the stars a few days ago. I love it. Now I can really show you the stars through the telescope. Some of the major star locations are mapped in the book depending on the season of the year. This section illustrates the winter sky for the northern region.” Jim showed Tom how to locate the North Star, Orion, Perseus and Gemini. Jim covered the telescope with a soft chamois cloth his dad had found in the workroom and the three moved to the rockers. Jim made sure Julie was tucked in as snug as a bug in a rug while rocking in his mother’s chair. They talked about the scholarship deal and Jim told Tom all about his first real day working at the

Hog, working about eleven hours with Julie’s help. Tom asked Julie about her job on the second floor and what it was like to have to work with Paul. “To be honest, Tom, I don’t think Paul is a good fit. He’s too quiet and he’s always looking at the clock as if there’s someplace else he’d rather be. He just doesn’t seem all that dedicated to the job. I love the Hog and I think Jim does, too.” Jim loves more than the Hog. Julie started to shiver a bit but she didn’t say anything. Jim told them he’d be back in fifteen minutes. Tom and Julie just rocked and looked at the stars. Sixteen minutes later, Jim came back carrying a TV tray loaded with a pot of hot tea, sugar, three cups and saucers and a box of Italian-style bakery cookies. Julie looked over at Jim, “You’re one minute late.” They laughed but Tom didn’t get the joke and they didn’t bother to explain it. The tea was inviting and the cookies were scrumptious. Jim sat next to Julie. “You know, Jim, you never showed your telescope to me?” Jim whispered back, “That’s because my mom and dad think I showed it to you last night. What am I supposed to tell them, that we had more important things on our minds or that I was so keyed up I forgot?” She nodded and kissed him. Tom didn’t miss that one. It looked like Tom was ready to fall asleep while sitting up and Julie said she was tuckered out so Jim walked inside and asked his dad to give them a ride home. Just before Ben came outside with his keys in hand Jim told them he’d see them tomorrow in church. Jim waved at Tom and Julie even though he knew they couldn’t see them as his dad pulled out of the driveway. Jim was rocking, waiting for his father to return when his mom stepped outside bundled up in a homemade quilt and sat next to him. “What a wonderful day we had, huh, Jim? Amy is such a pleasure to talk to, always so vibrant and peaceful. And I had such a nice time talking to Julie; she seems like such a nice girl. I like her.” They sat for a while saying nothing, just enjoying the night noises, an owl in the distance, the tree frogs and the crickets. Then Jim whispered almost too softly for his mom to hear him, “…So do I, Mom.” Clarissa looked over at him and

just smiled, one of the biggest smiles Jim ever saw. He kissed his mom on the cheek, said good night and walked inside.

11

“To everything there is a season…”

The robins and sparrows were up early and so was Jim. He ed being so tired he forgot to pray, but what really nagged him was the fact that he had forgotten to say good night to Johnny, something he did every night before and after it happened. He hopped into an old pair of insulated jeans and found a raggedy flannel shirt, hoping to get back from feeding the brood before his mom and dad were down for breakfast. With any luck the coffee would be made to greet the start of their day. He grabbed a stale cookie, his flashlight and flew out the backdoor, ing to put his boots on this time. The chickens were stirring and roosters were crowing so they were given special treatment. He really didn’t want them to wake up his parents. The ducks and geese were practically side-by-side so they were next on the roster. After making another trip to the shed for Penny and Billy, he greeted them quickly, fed them and practically jogged back to the house. His Timex was on the table, one hour and ten minutes, a new record for me. Coffee would be on the stove in twenty minutes. He glanced at his watch and tried to be quiet while walking up the old staircase. Yesterday’s clothing was draped over his desk chair…good enough. Making sure there were no surprises in the hall, he disrobed, threw everything he was wearing in the corner and dashed into the bathroom. Jim was sitting at the table drinking coffee, reading the paper and munching on a fresh oatmeal raisin cookie when his mom and dad walked in; he was surprised to see them up so early. The coffee carafe sat in the center awaiting their attention. The table was set including two cookies for each of them. Ben always said coffee and cookies both begin with a C so they must be good, just like Clarissa, and Jim agreed.

“Mom, about later after church---” Clarissa cut him off, “You need to ask your dad. , you told me about the fort yesterday and I am okay with it. You just forgot to ask your dad when he came in because Amy was here and he was late.” Ben set his coffee cup down on the saucer. “Let me guess, Tom and Julie are coming over after church because you guys didn’t finish the fort yesterday as planned, am I right?” he said with a mouthful of oatmeal raisin goodness. Jim nodded; his mouth was full, too. “Benjamin Honeycutt, you are spraying cookie crumbs all over the table. How many times do I have to tell you not to talk with your mouth full? Even Jim knows that. Land sakes, what am I going to do with you!” Clarissa started to get up but Jim ran to the sink and handed her a damp dish towel. She handed it off to Ben. Ben apologized after he finished his cookie and cleaned up his mess. Clarissa got up to make some Farina. Breakfast would have to be a hurried affair if they were going to catch the early service. “I really don’t mind giving them a ride Jim and I won’t charge you for picking them up since they’ll already be at the church. But you’ll owe me $2 each for taking them home. Your total owed after tonight will be $12.” Jim got up to adjust his taxi bill. “I meant to ask you Dad but it just slipped my mind. I was going to ask you when you got back home last night but I was so tired; I even forgot to say good night to Johnny. I mentioned the fort to Mom because I thought she’d clue you in. This fort addition is going to be a lot more work than the original.” Jim took a sip of his coffee. “It’s tough to build up since you guys are both over six feet tall and you can’t put the ladder in the old fort. That wouldn’t be safe. You’ll need two ladders since you’re building the floor over your head. What is it, almost twelve feet high, and the one ladder’s only twelve feet? Look out in the barn; I think I have aluminum twenty-five- footer out there in fair shape.” “Ben, go upstairs and take a shower. I already put your suit on the bed. The Farina takes ten minutes to cook after it starts to boil. Do it now while you have

the time.” Ben saluted when her back was turned. Jim grinned at his father as he watched him double-step up the stairs. Clarissa stirred the cereal slowly while she talked to her son. “Did I hear you correctly last night? Did you say, rather softly, that you liked Julie?” She looked over her shoulder. Jim choked on his coffee, grabbing a napkin to prevent major spillage. “Ah, that’s affirmative.” Jim fingered another cookie, Clarissa nodded. “Could you have said that any softer? Embrace it, Jim. It was meant to be, I hope. , everything happens for a reason. By the way, did you read over your Bible verse, wouldn’t want to stumble over your words.” Jim took the piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. “I meant to look it over last night just before I went to bed but I was too tired. It says ‘To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven (KJB)’. I am sure I can handle that one. It’s funny Mom; that sounds like what you just said. I don’t know why but I keep seeing that and hearing it over and over.” Ben moseyed into the kitchen just as Clarissa took the Farina off the stove. She filled up their coffee cups as they sat down to pray. “Jim, say the prayer but use the age you just read. It’s perfect for the day.” They held hands and Jim prayed, reading from the slip of paper, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven…amen.” Clarissa and Ben took their time eating; there was no real rush and no extra people to feed. Everything seemed peaceful until Ben reached for another cookie. Clarissa rapped him on the knuckles with her sticky cereal spoon. The look on Ben’s face was priceless. Clarissa and Jim both started laughing. “There’s never a camera around when you want one,” Clarissa muttered, “and that’s what you get for trying to be sneaky. All you had to do was ask.” “…And if I did ask, would you have given me the green light?” “What do you think?” The question went unanswered. “Now let’s get hopping; I want to be early today because I want to talk to Amy. And today we are sitting in the front pew, I don’t like sitting in the back of the church.”

They walked out the front door after putting on their coats. Thirty seconds later, Jim marched back inside and grabbed the two scholarship jar bags from the coffee table. Dad was supposed to grab these, not me.

Pastor Amy laid her Bible on the lectern and walked over to greet Ben and Clarissa. Jim, Julie and Tom were sitting at the other end of the front pew. “Clarissa and Ben, it’s nice to see you sitting in the front.” She lowered her voice, “And I see Julie is sitting with Jim.” Clarissa thanked Amy for coming to dinner and Amy thanked her again for the mouth-watering pot roast and the homemade pie. She greeted Tom, Jim and Julie. They gave her a thumbs-up and Jim showed her the bags as she walked back to the podium and adjusted the mic. “Can everyone hear me?” The people in the back nodded and a few said howdy. Amy nodded to Jim; he approached the front railing, lining all nineteen scholarship jars up in a neat row, evenly spaced. The church jar was already sitting on the piano. She signaled for Jim to stand next to her as she handed him the mic. “Um, Miss Amy is putting me on the spot but I can’t argue with her, not now anyway.” A few people chuckled. Jim took a few minutes to talk about the scholarship. Amy handed him a notebook, a pen and two King James Bibles; he returned to his seat. “Jim did such a nice job, didn’t he?” Some people nodded and a few clapped. “After the service, please consider taking a jar with you; beg people to donate to the cause if you have to but I don’t think you’ll have to try too hard. Julie will be in charge of recording your name and your phone number. She will call you now and again to see how things are going, isn’t that right, Julie?” Julie stood up so everyone could see her and she nodded as Jim handed her the notebook, the pen and a Bible. Amy mentioned the beautiful jar on the piano encouraging the gathering to throw in a dollar or three, or more. The congregation prayed and sang a few favorite hymns. Jim and Julie looked at the bulletin as Amy gave them a signal. Walking upfront, Jim tapped the mic a little too rough, the speakers on either side of the aisles screeched. Several people groaned. Amy laughed and said, “I think Jim is trying to wake the dead!” Jim mumbled an apology as he read Ecclesiastes 3:1. Amy thanked him. Julie opened her Bible. “This reading is from Matthew chapter 28 line 20: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo,

I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.” Amy talked about these two verses and how they related to her sermon entitled “True Love for God” also known as “The Lighter Fluid Gang”. A few blank stares reminded her to stress the name had no real meaning, that it was not fire or arson-related in any way. “The L.F.G. is not a formal organization; there is no charter, no papers to sign. But it is a commitment; really it’s a commitment to yourselves to be good people, to try to do no harm, not to steal, lie or cheat anyone or in anything. The love and comion within us can be like a fire that will never be extinguished if we try hard every day to stoke the flames. It’s easy to the gang, just pledge to try hard to do the right thing every day. Say hello to a stranger. Help someone cross the street. Donate a dollar to a worthy cause, the scholarship fund for instance.” Amy was pleased to see everyone was attentive, several people shook their heads. After the service people flocked around Amy and talked about the L.F.G. Many agreed they were longtime but they never knew it had a name. Julie pulled up a chair and sat next to the scholarship jars handing one to anyone that expressed interest and recording their information. Some even took more than one. While Julie was sitting there, several people meandered over to the piano and put several dollar bills in the church’s special donation jar labelled For Johnny. Tom yanked on Jim’s arm leading him back toward the cloakroom, away from the crowd. “I have some great news, bro. The pictures I took of the tree, you asked me to research it. I think I know what it is, an anomaly, like a freak of nature. It’s a hybrid, part Redwood and part Bristlecone Pine.” Jim and Tom found seats near the bathroom as Julie walked up to them. She grabbed another seat as they talked about the tree in whispers, “The tree is massive like a Redwood but the bark is gnarly and tough like a Bristlecone. I could be wrong, I’m just guessing really,” Tom informed them. Just before Ben pulled out of the parking lot, Jim asked him to stop the car. He jumped out after climbing over Tom and ran back into the church. Amy was arranging the song books in the pews. Jim surprised her from behind when he gave her a big hug. “Miss Amy, thank you.” Amy turned around, “Jim, what was that for?”

“…For just being you, for asking me to read that Bible verse, for playing Round Robin last night. Were those Bible verses meant for me?” “Those verses are meant for everyone.” Jim thanked her again and ran out the door…But especially for you Jim.

“J im, do you guys want another cup of tea? And while you’re outside let Tom and Julie know we’re having leftovers for lunch.” After a few minutes Jim walked inside and told his mom they were going to feed the animals, there was no time for another cup of tea. Clarissa busied herself setting the table while Ben sat at the table reading the Sunday paper. “Let’s go, we gotta feed the troops.” Julie continued rocking while Tom stood up to follow Jim to the barn. “Julie, are you coming or not?” “Not after that stunt you pulled on me yesterday. I’ll be right here when you get back or maybe I’ll be inside talking to your mom while I munch on another cookie or eating a piece of lemon meringue pie.” “Come on, Julie. I apologized, didn’t I? Anyway, I only muck out once a week, every Saturday. We don’t have to rush today. Mom said lunch will be ready by the time we’re done. Please…” “Okay, you win. But any more shenanigans like yesterday and I am outta here.” Julie lowered her voice. “And you need my help with the tree so you better be super sweet to me.” They walked to the feed storage and Jim handed out the feed in pre-labelled bags. Tom and Julie carried feed while Jim lugged two pails of cold spring water. The chickens always reaped the benefit of location, first to be fed every day, usually. Buffy was waiting patiently. She knew Jim would pay special attention to her. He always gave her water and food first because she was the smallest of the gang. The geese and ducks were next on the agenda. Tom found an auger under a tarp; Jim suggested he cut several holes in the ice on the pond while he distributed fresh water and feed. Julie sat on a wooden bucket and watched them work. “Hey Jim and Tom, isn’t that Amy something? She roped Jim right in, making him stand up in front of everyone and go on about the scholarship. And then she told me to record names and numbers, without even asking me.” “We know her, that’s how she operates but we all love her for it. She’s one smart lady. I didn’t mind talking in front of everyone, not this time. The scholarship

means a lot to me.” “Thinking about it, you’re right. I enjoyed meeting new people and helping out. Frank took two jars today. Would you believe it if I told you Mr. Thurber asked me for three jars? He is going to talk to the principle to see if he can place them in the high school. Anne Paulson, the librarian, she took two, one for each floor. Really, it was fun; I’m glad you thought of the scholarship, Jim.” Jim patted Billy on the head while Tom gave him water and food and checked his hay. Julie stood close to Jim. “Don’t get too close to Billy; he likes to butt pretty girls.” Does he even know what he just said? “Jim, pick me up on the way back. My nose is allergic to Penny’s perfume.” Julie stayed with Billy while Tom and Jim ventured over to Penny’s domain. Penny squealed her head off when she saw Tom and Jim walking down the path. While Tom was giving her fresh water from the pump, Jim hit her in the head with a steel bucket, but not too hard. “Hello Penny, I bet you’ll hog this food before we’re gone.” He was right, in less than two minutes her trough was empty. On their way back to the house, after picking Julie up, they talked about the church service and plans for the rest of the day. Julie asked Jim how Penny was doing. “She’s just a hard head.” Tom laughed as they walked through the backdoor. What’s so funny? “Mom, can we eat early? We have a lot of work to do on the fort before it gets dark.” Clarissa said that was a good idea so she started to set the table. Jim put the hot cider jug next to Julie’s bowl. Ben and Clarissa just smiled as Jim pampered her. He handed her a piece of homemade pumpernickel bread and placed the pot of beef stew in front of her. Tom looked at Ben but he just shrugged his shoulders. Tom rushed to the counter, grabbed the soft butter and put it on the table. Jim thanked him and placed it next to Julie as well. Ben nodded toward Tom as the family held hands. Tom said a prayer including a thank you to Amy for distributing the scholarship jars. Clarissa was curious, “We were so busy talking to Amy; we didn’t even notice you handing out jars and recording names. How did it go, Julie?”

Julie sipped her cider while chewing a mouthful of stew, holding one finger up. “It was so cool, Mrs. Honeycutt. Miss Amy sure knows how to get stuff done. I got rid of all nineteen jars and I have the names and phone numbers in my pocket. I’ll wait a week and call each one. Mr. Thurber, our old history teacher, he took three jars! I nearly fell off my chair. He was always so stodgy. We always thought if he bent at the waist he’d break in half.” Ben laughed because he knew Thurber when they were kids; he hadn’t changed one iota. Standing outside, Ben asked Jim to help him wash the cars down with warm water. “One car is easy but two cars, that’s a different story. I could use your help.” Tom, Jim and Julie were sitting on the front porch planning the rest of their day. “Dad, you know I would help you in a heartbeat, but Tom has to work tomorrow and the fort is a three-man, um, three-person job. We can’t finish it without Tom’s help.” “Okay, I get it. But that fort better be done by today. You can bet I’ll be taking a little walk tomorrow to check out your renovated two-story abode.” Ben went inside before Jim could reply.

Jim rocked for a moment as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. John’s technique had worked before. What would Johnny do? Jim sat motionless as he weighed his options. He knew the tree would have to wait. The fort had to take precedence and it had to be finished today or very nearly completed. He ran into the house and filled his old thermos with hot coffee after stuffing three stale cookies in his coat pocket. Grabbing for Julie’s hand, Jim urged her to follow him. Tom ran alongside, heading for the workroom. Jim cleared a space on the bench and looked for a piece of paper and a pencil. “Since we’ve talked about this for a few days we know what we have to do. Now let’s get the new fort on paper and make sure the design is structurally sound. We need braces here and here.” Tom looked over his shoulder, “We have to go up at least ten feet or more; I did the math. One ladder won’t cut it. Do you have another one? Jim nodded. “And if we make it seven by seven, we’re going to need boards that are at least eight feet long.” As soon as they were done drawing the plan, Jim stuck it in his pocket along with the pencil. Two carpenter aprons were hanging on a nail in front of him. They went in his other pants pocket. Tom and Jim looked around hoping to find the tools they needed. Julie saw the wheelbarrow and rolled it to the middle of the room. Jim found two hammers, a box of ten penny nails, a hand drill and two old handsaws. Tom located a jar of six inch rust-proof screws, two screwdrivers, a level, a small T-square and a tenfoot wooden folding ruler. Julie noticed several two-by-fours in the corner. Jim picked out ten of various lengths and tossed them in the barrow. On the way out, Jim grabbed a heavy-duty snow shovel and Tom put the fiberglass ladder outside next to the door. “We’re going to have to make four of five trips to the fort just to get the supplies there but first we need to go to the barn.” The twenty-five-foot ladder was really a double-twelve; it was a tad rusty but it looked sturdy enough to their weight. Jim and Tom looked around until they noticed some eight-foot rough-cut wide flooring planks stored over the ceiling joists. Luckily they were long enough and none were cracked or too warped. “Now comes the hard part, we can’t use two-by-fours for the second floor. They’re too flimsy to handle the span. We need at least seven rough-cut two-by-sixes at least eight feet long,

preferably nine feet.” They scoured the barn with no luck. “We can’t give up. There has to be something we can use on the property. I’m going to ask my dad.” Jim started to walk away but came back, “Julie, while you’re waiting, can you carry some of those two-by-four’s we found to the fort. Otherwise they may fall out of the barrow on the way.” “And Tom, can you walk in front of Julie and shovel a path. Do the best you can. I’ll meet you along the path as soon as I’m done talking to Dad. He knows every inch of Honeycutt Haven.” Jim handed the shovel to Tom. Ben was just drying the Toyota when Jim approached him in the garage. “The Toyota looks great, Dad. We need your help finding some wood, hopefully on the property. Do you know where we can find some eight or nine-foot rough-cut two-by-sixes, maybe seven or eight of them?” Ben scratched his head and motioned to Jim. They stepped into the work shed and sat down. “These oak swivel chairs belonged to my dad. He always said these were his thinkin chairs. Maybe he was pulling my leg but it always works for me. Give me a minute.” Ben closed his eyes and bowed his head. “You know where the old orchard is, there’s a big lean-to in the middle. Noah stored apples there. By the time I was your age those trees were dying off. Anyway, I seeing a stack of rough-cut lying there. It was out of the weather so it should still be solid, might have a few knots in it or some bore bee holes but it’s worth checking out.” Jim thanked him and met Tom and Julie on the path to the fort. Jim took the shovel from Tom, “My turn, I can see the fort from here.” Tom took the wood from Julie and carried it the rest of the way. “There’s an old apple orchard about a thousand feet on the opposite side walking away from the fort. My dad said there’s a lean-to in the middle of it. He ed seeing a stack of unmilled there. I hope it’s in good enough shape to use otherwise we’re S.O.L.” The structure stood in the middle of a field, most of the apple trees were either blown down by high winds or rotted where only stumps were left standing. There were only two blackened gnarly trees on the left side closer to a wooded area that were recognizable as apple and they hadn’t bore fruit for many years.

The building, what was left of it, was completely collapsed on the left side. The right side swayed in the wind, the back wall and side wall kept it from falling over. Several oak boards eight to ten feet long were leaning up against the back wall almost as if they served a purpose or had been placed there for a reason. Tom handed the shovel to Julie as they approached cautiously. Jim and Tom looked up to the sky as they dared to walk inside, almost as if they were saying a prayer before entering. Jim rapped on the right side and Tom knocked on the back wall. Nothing moved, at least not that they could see. They backed out into the open keeping their eyes on the building as they walked backwards. “We need those boards. I count ten and they don’t seem to be serving any purpose nor are they nailed to anything. They look warped, most of them. I see the first board is split down the middle. I really don’t want to go back in there but what choice do we have?” Tom shrugged his shoulders. Jim and Tom ran inside, grabbed one board each and ran back out. They turned around. “Jim, it’s still upright. Let’s grab the rest all at the same time and pray. You take four and I’ll take three, drag them if you can’t lift them…Now!” Within thirty seconds they were back outside. They stacked the boards up in a pile; it was awkward; most of them were warped. The oak was too heavy to lift even if it were neatly bundled. Jim got down on his knees and looked at the lot. “I don’t think we have enough usable wood here.” Julie stepped up to the bundle, “Jim, you’re not looking at it right. Five of the pieces are eight feet long and four are ten feet. Look closer. I think those boards might be six to eight inches wide and a full two inches thick. That’s plenty wide to the weight and the span.” Julie measured them with her hand. “They are; I’m sure of it.” “Wow, Julie, you’re right. Let’s get these over to the fort. Can you grab one board?” She said she’d give it a shot. “Tom, you get on one end and I’ll get on the other. We’ll take four and come back for the other four while Julie waits at the fort.” On the way back to the fort with the second load, Jim and Tom stopped halfway to rest. As they started walking they heard a tremendous crash. They looked back toward the field. The lean-to wasn’t leaning anymore.

They were walking back to the house to get the flooring from the barn and the other supplies. “Julie, did you see that, one minute it was standing, the next, it fall down go boom! I mean, why didn’t it collapse years ago? That wood was not ing anything.” “I was standing in the fort facing that direction and I could see the field but not the lean-to. When I heard it crash I rushed down the ladder but I couldn’t see you guys. As I looked up, the sun shone in my face and I knew everything was okay. Three seconds later you both walked around a large tree carrying the last bundle.” Julie stopped and gave them each a big hug. “Thank you, Julie, it was quite a shock. But we need to hurry up. We have to make five more trips and that’s just to get the stuff to the fort. We’ll take the floor boards first. We can each take three I hope and if you can take one, Julie, that’ll work out just fine.” After five trips and some sweat, all the supplies sat at the base of the fort. The three amigos stood in the old fort looking up, each envisioning what the new structure might become. “We have three hours to build the frame and the joists for the flooring, brace it up, lay the floor down and secure the side rails. If we can get that done, we’ll worry about the ladder rungs another day. It doesn’t have to be all neat and tidy, at least not right away. Let’s take a quick coffee break; we earned it.” Jim handed them each a cookie while he leaned on the old railing. Still solid as a rock! The hot coffee tasted like a jolt of black energy. “I forgot to add milk, sorry.” Jim and Tom secured the ladders on each side of the rough square. Tom climbed and began nailing one side, waiting for Jim to nail the other side to the tree. “Jim, why are you still on the ground? Are your hands shaking?” “Tom, I don’t know if I can do it; that’s ten feet above the ground. I couldn’t do it yesterday so how is today any different?” Tom encouraged Jim to try it at least. Julie let Jim know he was doing it for Johnny. “What would John say if he knew you were chickening out? He’d rag on you till the cows come home, I bet.” Jim grabbed the end of the board and climbed the ladder one rung at a time, looking straight ahead, all the while praying for John to give him the courage to keep going. He knew Julie couldn’t do it. It was up to him to help Tom complete

the project. He was able to nail the first board into place just before he ed a huge gasser. Julie looked up and started laughing. Tom nearly fell off the ladder. “Bro, don’t do that again. There’s not enough snow on the ground to cushion my fall.” After that the task at hand seemed to go easier. Jim felt more relaxed. Julie handed them the wood and the tools as needed. As soon as the box was made and secured, they started on the floor. After laying down and nailing one floor board, Tom climbed up onto it, balancing himself. Jim opted to hand him pre-cut floor boards from below. He knew he would never be a tightrope walker. They used leftover pieces of wood to make a able railing. It wouldn’t win a beauty contest but it could always be replaced at a later date. Jim and Tom braced the structure together, each working on a side. They rested in the old fort while Julie stood on the ground looking up. “It looks a bit rough but it will do for now. If we had another hour, it would look like the Taj Mahal. I know your dad doesn’t expect perfection. All we have to do is trim the flooring, make the railings a little sturdier and add rungs to the ladder.” All three were too tired to carry anything back to the house. Julie leaned on Jim as they walked. “I hope Dad doesn’t mind the mess when he sees it tomorrow morning. I’ll mention it tonight during supper.” Tom talked about the tree. “I know you want to find out what’s inside the tree and I really want to help but I have to work all day tomorrow.” “No sweat, Tom, it’s okay really. If I can find a light twelve-foot aluminum ladder I may be able to find the humming thing on my own. I could carry the ladder in one hand and the grabber gadget in the other. I have pockets for my flashlight and anything else I need.” Tom wasn’t happy about the situation but there was no way around it.

Trudging through the backdoor, they took their boots off in a pile and tossed their coats on an old peg. Tom and Julie sat down hard on a kitchen chair while Jim dragged himself into the living room and plopped on the couch. Ben was sitting in his lounger reading a copy of Classic Car . “Tough day, huh, you guys were out there for,” he looked at his watch, “almost five hours.” “I never thought making the fort bigger would be so much work. It took us almost two hours just to gather what we needed and carry it out there. Luckily the plan was already drawn up…sort of. Turns out we needed two ladders, not just one. And you were right; we found some old two-by-eights in the lean-to. But you’ll never guess what happened.” Ben stopped reading and looked over at Jim. “On the way back to the fort with the second load of lumber, the lean-to gave up the ghost and crashed to the ground. It was almost as if that lumber was ing the lean-to but it wasn’t nailed to anything, just nudged up against the back wall. It was the weirdest thing.” “I’ve seen a lot of odd stuff in my time. But I attribute the unusual to faith and my belief in miracles. Here’s just one example, when I was fifteen I almost drowned in a lake. Would you believe me if I told you I was saved by a missionary from the Philippines who happened to be on vacation? Some people would say it’s just weird but I know it was a miracle.” “That’s an amazing story, Dad. Maybe it was a miracle. When you think about it, that lean-to could have fallen on us, but it didn’t. Perhaps it waited until it no longer served a purpose and then decided it was time to bite the dust.” Jim heard his mother’s voice in the kitchen so he got up and walked in, his dad followed him. “The kettle’s on and supper will be ready in a few minutes, nothing fancy tonight.” Tom and Julie were sipping chamomile. “What were you two yammering on about?” Clarissa put two more cups on the table. Jim poured the hot water. “We were talking about miracles, I guess. I told Dad what happened with the lean-to.” “Julie and Tom already talked to me about it. We’ve decided it had to be a miracle; all three of you could have been seriously injured, but you weren’t. Julie told me the renovation is almost finished. She even offered to come back tomorrow on her day off to help you pretty it up. Did you thank her for helping

you?” “We were so tired by the time we got done; it was a chore just walking back here. But I do need Julie’s help tomorrow. I think we’ll talk about it after supper.” Clarissa set the table while the others drank their tea. Julie offered to help her; Clarissa just smiled and patted her on the shoulder, prompting her to stay seated. The fare was simple but filling, as promised, pea soup, sandwiches on Clarissa’s pumpernickel bread and cookies for the sweet tooth. The teapot was ed around again. Tom and Ben went to the living room, Ben to continue reading his magazine and Tom to watch TV. Clarissa cleared the table while Jim and Julie were relaxing, drinking hot cider. “Mrs. Honeycutt, would you mind if I showed up real early tomorrow morning. I’m sure my mom could drop me off on her way to work. Mr. Honeycutt must be getting tired of taxiing us back-and-forth. I could help Jim with the animals and he and I can finish the fort together. Of course it’ll be more work without Tom around to help. We’ll also have more time to lug everything back to the workshop.” “Dear, that sounds like a solid plan to me. Besides, I think Jim likes having you around. I know I do and Ben appreciates you too. And I’ll make sure you have a feast for a queen waiting for you when you’re done helping Jim feed the crew.” “Thank you, Mrs. Honeycutt, you just made my day. Looks like I’ve made some new friends and good friends are hard to find. I feel really comfortable here. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a wonderful cook?” For once Clarissa didn’t know what to say. Julie continued, “You should open your own restaurant. When Mr. Honeycutt takes over the Hog maybe you could start up a small café. It would certainly attract more business.” “Funny you should mention that, Jimmy said the same thing recently.” Jim gave his mom a thumbs-up as he walked to the living room to see if Tom wanted to sit on the front porch for a while. Tom was asleep on the couch and his dad was snoring in his lounger. Jim turned the TV off after he stoked up the fire.

“I t’s a beautiful night, Jim. Look at the stars, they seem brighter tonight. And the moon, it looks huge.” Julie leaned on Jim’s shoulder as they rocked together in the porch swing, both covered in the official porch blanket. “Julie, thank you for all your help, you didn’t even wait for me to ask you to help me tomorrow. I’ve only known you for a little over a week but it seems like we have been friends for ever.” Jim leaned over and kissed her. “This moon, it’s called a supermoon, it’s a full moon at its closest point to Earth.” Jim put his arm around Julie. “Jim, I told your mom a white lie. My mother is not bringing me over tomorrow. I am going to ask Frank because we need a lighter ladder, the tree is just too far away. Frank has a fancy ladder he uses in the store, a foldable aluminum ladder that extends to thirteen feet and it only weighs twenty-five pounds. You can carry that while I carry the extension thingy we made and your backpack.” “Does Frank stock those ladders?” Julie told him there were three in stock on the second floor. “Tell him I want to buy one, can you pay him and I’ll pay you back? I’ll just tell Dad I wanted to buy him a new lightweight ladder when he sees it. We’ll leave it in the workroom when we’re done with it. Dad will be so surprised.” “That’s a great idea. But you can owe Frank the money; he knows you’re good for it. For a boy, you are smarter than the averrrage bear.” Jim looked up and rubbed his chin. Julie laughed knowing he was clueless. “Don’t you watching Yogi Bear when you were a kid?” They rocked until Julie started to fall asleep on Jim’s shoulder. But he didn’t mind.

12

Beware the door before!

The clang of the old alarm clock had just sounded. Jim was rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he heard a loud bang at the front door. He threw on a bathrobe, grabbed his clothes and ran down the stairs, almost falling at the last two steps. These slippers are too big. Jim heard a loud voice screaming, “ Ladder delivery service ” as he opened the door. Frank had a grin on his face and his hand out, palm up, “That’ll be $150 please, payable in cash.” He presented Jim with a new ladder complete with a red bow on the top rung. Julie was standing next to him. Frank’s jolly nature was infectious, she was all smiles too. “Good morning, Frank, and thanks for going out of your way to help me. It’s a present for my dad and I want it to be a surprise. Ah, can I pay you on ?” Jim bent down to pick up the daily newspaper. “…On of what?” Frank set the ladder next to the door. “…On of I don’t have any money right now.” Jim thanked him again and promised to pay up the next day he worked for him. They agreed that Jim would come in Tuesday or Wednesday. Julie told Frank she’d get a ride back home later tonight as he got into his truck. Inspecting the ladder from top to bottom, Jim read the tag MADE WITH PRIDE IN THE USA. “I like that and it has a twenty-five year guarantee, they stand behind their products. Come inside, I’ll grind the beans and brew a pot. Let’s munch on some cookies, the animals can wait, it won’t take long.” Jim put the paper on the table, ground the beans and put the pot on the stove. Julie mentioned the ladder while she was sipping her first cup of coffee. “We

can’t leave the ladder standing by the door; your father will see it. We won’t need to use it till after we finish the fort.” While the coffee was brewing Jim slipped into his clothing. Julie promised not to peek. Jim handed Julie a day-old cookie from the counter while he put two cups on the table. She poured the coffee. “We’ll hide it in the barn next to Penny’s condo. Dad almost never goes out there. We’ll feed the animals topsy-turvy today. The chickens will probably be out of synch the whole day but Penny will love us. Let’s finish our coffee and then we’ll get to it.” Jim carried the ladder and the water bucket while Julie grabbed the feed. They’d have to make three trips to the feed shed. “We might even be able to set the breakfast table before Mom and Dad wake up. Billy and Penny were surprised to see Jim so early, at least as surprised as a pig and a ram could be on any given day. On the way back to the shed the wind picked up and flurries began to fall. Jim filled up the water bucket again and Julie got the feed for the ducks and the geese. “Let’s hope the weather doesn’t get any worse. We have too much to do today to let that slow us down.” Hewey, Dewey and Lewey quacked for joy when they saw Jim and Julie coming. Ordinarily they waited a lot longer for their food. Gertrude and Heathcliff honked up a storm when they saw the feedbag with their name on it. Or maybe they just did it because they could. Julie sat on a steel can while Jim poked several holes in the pond with a hand auger. “Every time we feed the ducks and the geese you give them fresh water, Jim. Then you spend time poking holes through the ice. Can’t they drink that water instead?” “You would have to ask my dad that question. I do what he tells me…most of the time.” Jim kissed her on the cheek. “I did that on my own, don’t tell him.” Julie tried to cuff him on the chin but he dodged her. By the time they got to the chickens the roosters were letting them know what time it was, crowing and flying all about. Buffy was walking back-and-forth like a chicken with her head cut off. Jim placated her with some extra high-grade corn. She calmed down right away and let him pet her. “Buffy is so attached to you, it’s funny, but she’s the only one.” “When Dad got the chickens from Frank she was the runt. I have a soft spot for

little girls, I guess.” Julie elbowed him in the ribs as they entered the backdoor. “Have a seat while I set the table. There’s more coffee in the pot, pour me one too. Looks like it’s going to be bitter cold today; I need to put on warmer pants and you’re not dressed for the weather either.” Jim sat down just as Ben and Clarissa were coming downstairs. “Good morning, Julie, gosh you are an early riser. How would you like some fresh brown eggs and French toast for breakfast? I cut up a pineapple before I went to bed last night.” Clarissa opened the fridge. “I see the plates and bowls are already on the table.” Ben poured still-warm coffee for two and pointed to his cheek. Clarissa obliged with a peck and a smile. Sipping his coffee, Jim poked Julie and pointed at Ben’s feet. “Dad, I just love those bunny slippers; you look so cute.” Julie laughed so hard she spilled her coffee on the table. She started to get up but Jim stopped her, grabbing paper towels from the counter. He dabbed up the spill. Ben crossed his legs and rested his slippered foot on his knee. Rubbing the plush surface he said, “Your mom bought these for me a few weeks ago and dared me to wear them today. You know me and a dare, I never back down.” Ben sniffed, “What’s that smell?” He got up and walked slowly toward Jim and Julie. “It’s getting stronger, smells familiar.” He looked directly at Julie, smiled and sat back down. Clarissa didn’t say a word. Jim was smiling too. “What is it? Why is everyone looking at me?” Julie took a big whiff, smelling while lowering her head until she was staring at her left knee. “Eww, is that chicken crap? James Honeycutt, you will be feeding the animals by yourself from now on. Now what do I do?” Smirking, Jim handed her half of a single paper towel which she balled up and threw back at him, if looks could kill he’d be dead. “Jimmy, get over here and watch the eggs and French toast while I take Julie upstairs. Do not let them burn.” Jim walked over to the stove, his mom handed him the spatula. Clarissa used an old damp cloth to clean Julie’s pant knee and guided her up the stairs. Jim grabbed a cookie and sat down. “There’s nothing better than dunking a homemade cookie in a fresh cup of Joe!” Ben agreed.

As soon as Julie and Clarissa were out of sight, Ben and Jim lost it. Ben laughed so hard he started to choke on his coffee. When Jim stood up to slap his dad on the back his soddened cookie flew across the room and ended up at the bottom of the staircase. “Dad, are you okay. You better watch yourself; too much excitement could bring on a heart attack.” Ben calmed down and got himself another cup of coffee as Jim returned to his seat. “Where’s my cookie? It was sitting right in front of me until you started choking.” “Maybe the cookie fairy ate it. You mentioned a heart attack; the only thing I’m going to attack is you if you don’t get my tools back to me by day’s end. And before I forget, the snow shovel’s by the backdoor and you know who is doing the shoveling this week, right?” I was hoping he’d forget. A burning smell invaded his senses as Jim jumped up and ran to the stove. The eggs had started to blacken on the bottom and the French toast looked a tad welldone on one side. He gave up on the cookie as he turned off the gas and put the eggs and toast on a platter. Ben and Jim were sampling the pineapple when they heard Clarissa and Julie walking down the stairs. All was quiet until, “James, get your butt over here pronto!” His mom lifted her leg and pointed to the bottom of her slipper. Ben tossed the paper towels to Jim. Taking her slipper off, he cleaned it, or tried to, and handed it back to her. Clarissa pointed to the floor. “A dry paper towel will not clean up that mess. By the time you eat your eggs and French toast, they will be ice cold. Now, get to work!” Clarissa and Julie sat down to eat while Ben pretended to read the newspaper. Julie glanced over her shoulder to see Jim using a brush and rug cleaner spray on the cookie mess crushed into the carpet. That’s what he gets. “Ben, we heard the two of you laughing it up at Julie’s expense. I had a long discussion with Julie while we were upstairs and now she understands how things work on a farm, even a small one. I think you owe her something and thanks for letting Jim burn the food.” “Thank you for helping me, Mrs. Honeycutt. Oh, and thank you for lending me

the snowsuit; it looks like I am going to need it today.” Putting the paper aside, Ben moved his eggs and toast around on his plate while he apologized, almost under his breath, to Julie. “Sorry, Julie, I should have just pointed it out to you instead of making a game out of it. But it’s happened to all of us. I thought it was quite funny at the time.” They continued with breakfast as though nothing had happened. Julie accepted his apology. That wasn’t overly enthusiastic for an apology. Jim walked over to an empty table. Clarissa was cleaning the coffee pot and putting the pineapple back in the fridge. “Mom, I’m ready for my eggs and French toast. The carpet is clean. I even gave it the smell test.” “Your eggs and French toast are in Penny’s leftover bag if you still want to eat them. They were cold so I thought she might enjoy them tomorrow. There are some stale peanut butter cookies on the counter if you’re still hungry?” Jim knew he couldn’t win that one. Julie was in the mudroom putting her boots and heavy gloves on. Jim told her he’d be a few minutes while he ran upstairs to change into heavier clothing. “Um, before I go I want to apologize for laughing at you. I was wrong and I’m sorry.” Julie did not reply as she looked out the backdoor. The flurries had become a light continuous snow. Looking around, while waiting for Jim to return, she found and old rag and a small whisk broom and put them in her pocket. A small notepad caught her eye, that too.

Everything was covered, white on white. The tools, the scrap wood, even the wheelbarrow was covered with half an inch of white powder. Jim started to clean everything off with his bare hands. “…Stop!” Jim looked up. Julie smiled as she showed him the rag and the whisk she’d found while he was changing. In a few minutes everything was cleared of snow, even the wheelbarrow. “Jim, we need to fix that bottom rung first. Try this piece; it looks like the right size.” Jim measured it, a perfect fit. Jim found a carpenter apron lying on the floor of the old fort. A hammer and nails were stashed next to it. In less than two minutes the rung looked brand new. Julie helped Jim put a ladder in place. As Jim climbed up he looked down, “Wish me luck, heights and I are not the best of friends.” I’m doing this for you, John. “I noticed that yesterday but you don’t need luck; you already have something better and no farting allowed!” Julie handed him the handsaw to trim a few of the floorboard pieces they’d missed the day before. Jim jumped up and down on the floor and shook the railings. “Mom’s snowsuit looks good on you; is it keeping you warm?” Julie smiled. “Can you hand me three small pieces of wood, the railing on the old fort needs a bit more .” Julie climbed the ladder without hesitating. Jim took his hat off, tilted it toward her and put it back on. “What was that for?” she asked as Jim climbed down the ladder. Julie started cleaning up to save time, putting all the tools in the barrow including the leftover wood. “You know we’re not done yet. I still have to cut and nail the new rungs in place.” Jim eyed the wood, separating four pieces from the pile, laying them out by size, smallest to largest. “With any luck I won’t have to cut even one piece.” “What did I say a few minutes ago, you don’t need luck.” Jim positioned himself on the second old rung while Julie gave him the first new rung. He nailed it in place and climbed while she fed him the others until the job was done. “Let’s rest for a minute. You were right, I didn’t need luck but it sure looked like

I was forty feet in the air! Those ten-penny nails took it out of me and wet wood isn’t a cake-walk.” Julie suggested they build a roof and stain the wood to preserve the fort. “I think that’s going to be a project for the springtime. I could sure use your help if you’ll stick with me.” Julie looked at him and smiled…Like glue. He looked at her with a gleam in his eye. “Let’s get back to the house; I need something to warm me up. We’ll have to leave the ladders here for now. I’ll get the wheelbarrow and you can pick up anything that falls out on the way.” I bet I could keep you warm, Jim.

“M om and Dad, we’re back and the fort’s done.” Ben walked in from the living room. Clarissa was putting dirty clothes in the washer. Jim put the kettle on. “Julie has a great idea, she thinks we should put a roof on the fort and she wants to stain it in the spring; what do you think?” Ben nuked a cup of coffee and sat down. “Julie, I think that’s a great idea and I’ll help you stain the fort. Now the roof, that’s a different story. Roofing is a younger man’s job.” “Thank you, Mr. Honeycutt. I hope you don’t mind but we couldn’t lug the ladders back. They’re just too heavy for me; Jim said you wouldn’t have a problem with it. But we did cart all the tools and scrap wood back, thanks to the wheelbarrow.” Ben told her the ladders would by okay in the weather for a few days. Jim got up to turn the kettle off. While he was looking out the kitchen window, he blinked, the sun was intense. “Julie, come here quick.” In less than thirty seconds, the sun came out, the sky cleared up and the snow stopped. “You wouldn’t know it was winter, can you believe it?” Clarissa sauntered in rubbing her back. “Boy, washing clothes by hand gives me a backache. Ben, I think I need a massage.” Ben looked up from his coffee. Jim and Julie stared at her as if she had two heads. She laughed as she took three mugs out of the cabinet and put the tea box on the table. The sun shone on her face. “You don’t see that every day, maybe it’s a miracle.” “This tea tastes fantastic. It’s just what we needed to warm up. I didn’t think we’d get the fort done so fast and the weather’s beautiful, would you mind if Julie and I disappeared for a few hours?” Ben shook his head and Clarissa said it was fine. Ben decided to take a walk to inspect the fort just to make sure it was solid. Clarissa helped Jim pack a lunch of sandwiches, cookies and a thermos of hot tea. Jim gave his mother a kiss and told her they’d be back before dark. Before she could say anything he told her a flashlight and two thin cushions were in his backpack. Jim and Julie walked to the work shed. “Mom’s busy upstairs and Dad’s heading

to the fort. I can’t believe the weather turned out to be the perfect excuse for us to take a hike. I’ll carry my backpack and our lunch bag. You take the super grabber thingamabob. The hike’s a little longer from Penny’s barn but we need the new ladder.”

The sun was bright; the tree looked stately and unique. Jim leaned the new ladder against it. “A two-mile hike deserves a rest, let’s sit down. I have the cushions in my pack.” Jim put his arm around Julie as they seated themselves. Faint warmth emanated from the bark as it became mossy soft. Julie leaned her head against Jim’s shoulder as her eyes grew heavy. Jim felt drowsy until a persistent hum invaded his senses, growing louder. Jim put his finger in Julie’s ear and her eyes flew open, he laughed. “Julie, we’ve already been here for thirty minutes,” his Timex was still ticking. “And that hum is getting louder and louder, almost as if it knows I’m here and it’s begging me to find its source.” Julie punched him in the arm. “That’s not a nice way to wake a girl up, I can think of better ways.” Jim didn’t want to go there so he stood up and positioned the ladder to just below the knot. Flashlight in hand, he began to climb. Five feet off the ground he looked down and five seconds later he was back on terra firma. “I don’t think I can do it, Julie. You give it a shot.” “I could have told you that, give me the flashlight, nimnul.” Jim handed her the grabber when she reached the gnarly hole. Is a nimnul better than or worse than a Dumbo? “I can see something in the tree with the flashlight but when I put the grabber in there it obstructs my view. And when I feel around with the grabber I don’t hear it hitting anything solid. I think it’s just beyond my reach.” Julie handed the pole to Jim as she climbed down. “Either you find the object or it will have to stay there until Tom can help you.” The sound intensified. “It won’t let me give in. My ears are really starting to hurt. Hand me the darn flashlight.” One rung at a time, Jim climbed but the higher he climbed, the more nervous he got. The ladder began to shake as Jim put his foot on the sixth rung. He stopped and hugged the aluminum for dear life. “Jim, you can’t stop now and you can’t come down. Listen to me,” Jim looked down at her, his face was a twisted mask of fright. “Listen to me!” Jim looked down and saw her; she could see it in his eyes. “Forget about the ladder, forget about the height, and don’t look down. Think about something you like or

something you love even. Focus on that.” Jim bobbed his head. Her hair looks like it’s been kissed by the rays of the sun. “As soon as you have that in your mind, lift your left foot up and place it on the next rung.” He did it. “Now the next one and keep going.” “I did it, Julie. I see the hole in front of me, now what?” “Shine the light in there and let me know when you see the hum thingy.” Jim shone the light and nodded when he saw what he was looking for. “Now don’t look down. I am going to climb the ladder. I have the grabber in my hand. When you feel the pole touch your hand, grab it and I’ll climb back down. “You have the pole, don’t look down. Now insert the grabber and feel for the object. I doubt if the flashlight will help you.” Jim put the flashlight in his pocket and did what she asked of him. “Julie, I can’t find it. At least the hum has subsided. What should I do?” “Let’s try something else. The other day when we were in the shed, I watched you and I saw you close your eyes. Why did you do that and what were you thinking? Don’t look down.” “When I close my eyes it helps me concentrate. Johnny taught me that. It also helps me relax. I thought about Johnny and I wondered what he would do in that situation.” “Do that now Jim. Close your eyes and relax. Think about Johnny and what he might do to solve this problem. It worked for you before.” Jim closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the tree. Immediately the bark softened and he could hear the hum. As he moved the stick back-and-forth, forward and backward, the hum grew louder, and sometimes softer. That’s it; the hum is acting like a beacon, begging me to find it. After some trial and error, the hum grew much louder. He listened carefully until he heard the stick touch something foreign. Allowing himself to sink further into the bark’s padding, the object he was searching for appeared in his mind along with the position of the grabber. Before he could overthink it, he snagged the object and withdrew the stick from the knot.

Julie was elated but she didn’t want to distract him, “Jim, listen to me, don’t look down and keep your eyes closed. Now lower the stick and I’ll come up and get it.” Julie scaled three rungs only. “I have it. Still thinking of something you love, slowly come down the ladder one rung at a time. I am right here waiting for you.” Jim reached the last rung and collapsed. When he stirred his head was cradled in Julie’s hands as she sat at the base of the tree. Her lips were on his when he opened his eyes. “You see, Jim, that’s the way to wake a girl up and I bet you liked it, too.” Jim sat up as Julie handed him a cup of hot tea. Jim felt his head but there were no cuts or scrapes. “What happened? I my foot touching the ground, I think, and then waking up with your lips on mine.” “You fainted, I’m sure it was stress-induced but you did it.” She lifted a small object from the ground and placed it in his hand, covering it so he couldn’t see it right away. “Are you ready?” he nodded. “Are you ready?” Jim kissed her. “That’s what I was waiting for.” Julie took her hand away. Jim gazed at the item for a full minute, trying to decide what it might really be other than what it appeared to be, “A dark super heavy two-inch wooden cube. This thing must weigh five pounds! Julie, I feel like a wet noodle, that climb took it out of me. Let’s rest a little and eat a sandwich while we’re at it.” Julie handed Jim a sandwich as they sat against the tree. While they munched on their ham and cheese on rye, the cube began to vibrate, a hum that only Jim could hear. Julie looked around at the surrounding trees as she sipped her tea. Feeling drowsy, Jim put the cube in his coat pocket, placed his partially eaten sandwich on his backpack and closed his eyes. Lost in the world of semi-sleep, Jim couldn’t decide if it was real or imagined as the bark soften even further, enveloping him in a cocoon of utter peacefulness. He watched as the cube expanded into something totally foreign. Walking closer, he saw a door opening at the far end of something he could not readily identify. An aged voice uttered softly, “Come in, Jim.” Jim bolted upright as he looked around, his eyes as big as saucers. But he saw

nothing out of the ordinary. “Are you alright, Jim?” Julie put a gentle hand on Jim’s shoulder. “You dozed off for a bit; you sounded like Penny for a few seconds.” “Julie, I saw it; the cube is not a cube at all, it’s so much more. I can’t explain it, never seen anything like it. I felt like I was being wrapped in a blanket, like a bubble but it was clear. I watched as the cube expanded, morphing into a long wooden spinning cone. A door opened on the other end and I heard a voice saying, ‘Come in, Jim.’ At least that’s what I think I saw.” “You were asleep for almost five minutes; it had to be a dream. Climbing that ladder was really traumatic for you. Maybe the dream was brought on by what you just went through?” “It was too vivid to be a dream.” The cube intrigued him; Jim reached into his pocket and looked at it closer. He reached into his other pocket and withdrew the flashlight, turning it on. “I see something on each side of the cube but it’s too small to read; it looks like odd letters or shapes.” He flicked a button and a magnifier clicked into place just above the flashlight lens. “A boy scout always comes prepared. I saved that piece of paper and the pencil we used to draw the plan for the fort.” He unzipped his inside coat pocket. “I need something to write on, something solid.” Julie opened the lunch bag and handed Jim an empty plastic sandwich container. Using the light/magnifier, Jim was able to copy the symbols on each side of the cube. “This is what they look like but it’s the best I can do.” Jim and Julie looked at the drawing together.

“I took a college-level history class in high school about ancient civilizations. From what I read the oldest form of written communication came from Samaria, an old section of Israel. This looks like some of the sample symbols in the textbook we used. I wonder what it means.” Jim stood up and so did Julie. He twirled the cube in his hand, turning it in every direction, looking at it in light and in shadow trying to see if there was something he missed. The cube began to hum and he stopped moving it momentarily. “The symbols, they’re changing into something I can read, but only when I move the cube between shadow and sunlight.” Jim looked at every side of it. “Julie, I know what it means.” Jim wrote it down quickly and handed it to her. Beware the door before! To change what is no more. “It sounds like a riddle…the door before…what is no more. Jim, can you come up with anything?” “The door, I saw a door in my alleged dream. But what is no more, that’s the tricky part.” “Jim, when you first told me about the tree and about magic?” Jim nodded. “You said the tree had to be the oldest you’d ever seen. What if this tree, this anomaly, is ancient, like maybe five thousand years-old? This tree is no longer a sapling; too much time has gone by. The only thing that is no more is time. Time moves on and we can’t stop it. And since it moves on we can’t go back. So what is no more?” “…The past!” they both screamed. Still feeling a bit dragged out, Jim sat down against the tree and Julie ed him. “The cube must be a link to the past, but whose past, mine or yours? When I was dreaming, a voice said, ‘Come in, Jim,’ whoever that was, he knew me. So the cube has to be a link to my past. The dream was too vivid not to be real. Julie, I think the cube is a time portal.” They talked about the theory for a few minutes. “There is something I haven’t told you. Ever since I came here the first time, just a few hours after John ed away, I felt a very strong urge to come back to the

tree, almost as if the tree, or the cube, was calling me. I got the feeling that time was running out but for what or why, I don’t know. It’s like I have to talk to somebody and it can’t wait any longer, perhaps it was the old man in my dream.” “Jim, we have no proof so maybe we just have to have faith. Since the cube was found in the tree it stands to reason that the cube is part of the tree, maybe even its central core. It’s the same color as the tree. And since it’s obvious the old man knew you, he might be your grandfather or your great-grandfather.” “Julie, what if the tree and the cube are directly linked to the Honeycutt family. The other side of the coin is…why us? Now all we have to do is figure out how to make what I saw in my dream a reality. What do we know?” Handing the paper with the symbols written on it to Jim, she reached into her pocket and took a small lined writing pad out of it. “Girl scouts are better than boy scouts. I found this in the mudroom when you were upstairs changing. We need to approach this methodically. You asked me a question and together we will figure this out.” Julie began to write and together they came up with a list of things they were certain of or believed to be true: 1) 200 ft. Ancient Anomaly Redwood/Bristlecone Pine 2) Magical-Hum (Jim) Bark softens generates heat. Writing on cube (Jim read it) 3) Cube- As old as tree Central core same color Hums & vibrates-loud & soft Sumerian symbols 4) Dream- Blanket Tree morphed into cylinder. Doorway Old man- grandfather? 5) Tree- Honeycutt link Calling Jim Time Portal- Activation? Julie showed the list to Jim. “Do you think we forgot anything?” Jim looked at her and scratched his head. “Let’s examine the cube again.” They looked at it together, turning it every way they could but nothing looked different. Julie put pressure on every section of the cube to no avail. “The cube is solid; there are no pressure points, nothing to press on. What are we missing? The cube has to be the key and the Sumerian symbols must be important, otherwise why would they be etched on this cube.” Julie handed the cube back to Jim. “Maybe something will happen if I hold the cube and read the translated symbol

phrases out loud, ‘Beware the door before. To change what is no more’,” Jim paused, “Hmm…nothing happened, no humming or vibrations. I watching a show on TV, the three witch sisters always yelled when they were incanting a spell. Let me try yelling, ‘Beware the door before! To change what is no more!” Jim suddenly dropped the cube to the ground. Julie grabbed Jim by the shoulders. “What happened, are you alright?” Jim sat upright, he was confused and shaken. “It caught me off-guard. All of a sudden the cube vibrated, started to hum and got super-hot. And when I leaned into the tree, the bark turned real spongy. I think we’re on the right track but what are we forgetting? Our list looks complete.” “Think Jim, what did you do to find the cube when you were on the ladder or maybe when you fell asleep after you fainted? Maybe we overlooked something important.” “Um, when I was up on the ladder, I closed my eyes and relaxed, allowing the cube to guide my hand instead of the other way around. When I fell asleep and had my vision, I closed my eyes, relaxed completely and allowed the tree to guide me. That has to be the answer, I have to relax and allow the cube to take control, to guide me, not the other way around.” “I think you’re on the right track.” Julie stood up and a few feet from Jim. “Listen to my voice. Pick up the cube. Now lean against the tree and close your eyes.” Jim did what she asked. “Relax and whatever happens do not panic, let the cube and the tree take control. Surrender yourself to them.” The bark softened and Jim felt as though he were wrapped in a blanket of surrender and trust in something other than himself. Julie watched as Jim’s entire body calmed, even his feet turned inward. “Now Jim, repeat the invocation like your life depends on it.” Still entirely at ease, Jim yelled, “Beware the door before! To change what is no more!” Julie reached down and shook Jim by the shoulders again. Jim opened his eyes and stood, still grasping the cube. “Nothing happened.” Jim turned and faced the tree; Julie held his hand. “Have faith, Jim.” They waited; Julie prayed to herself. Jim looked upward, Time for a miracle Dad, like the time the missionary saved you from drowning.

Without warning, the cube began to glow and generate heat. The brighter it glowed the hotter it got. Jim held onto it as long as he could, tossing it next to the tree directly under the gnarly opening when it became impossible to hold. The cube’s hum intensified as well. Jim and Julie backed up a safe distance from the tree. He noticed it first. The whole tree began to shimmer with a deep red-brown hue, pulsating and humming in time with the hum of the cube. “Julie, look at the tree; it’s getting brighter and brighter.” As they shielded their eyes with the back of their hands, the magic behemoth’s size altered. The hum became unbearable for Jim. He wadded up the opposite corners of his bandanna and put them in his ears. They watched as the tree’s height decreased while its girth thickened. Simultaneously, as the knot came closer to the ground, it enlarged, becoming rounder. Julie pointed, “Just like in your dream, it’s elongating outward, becoming a cylinder.” “I told you it wasn’t a dream; it was a premonition, I knew it.” The cylinder changed shape as it began to spin. Julie and Jim walked toward it, watching it as it spun, still pulsating, while the far end decreased in size forming a cone ten feet tall closest to them down to five feet at the far end. Julie took Jim by the hand and led him to two stumps sitting side-by-side. “Let’s sit for a minute. This is a little overwhelming. We need to think this through.” “I’m ready right now.” Jim looked at his watch. “It’s already noontime and I’ve been waiting for days to solve the mystery of the hum.” Getting up, Jim began walking toward the mouth of the swirling cone. “Wait Jim, you don’t know what’s at the end of that thing or where you’ll end up. Dumbo, what if you go in there and get hurt or what if you never come back. And how would I explain that to your parents and what about me, what would I do without…” Jim stopped in midstride. “I know what’s at the other end, an old man who wants to meet me. , I’ve been through this before, in a way.” “Jimmy Honeycutt, did you forget what you said to me just after we put the finishing touches on the fort? You asked me to stick with you, ? Sticking together isn’t something you do now and then, it means all the time,

like now.” Looking at Julie, Jim knew he couldn’t argue with her logic. He walked back to her and sat down. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I wasn’t thinking, again.” “For every action there is a reaction. Everything we do has consequences. All I’m saying is we have to go slow, this is unexplored territory, magic or not. And the last thing we want to do is get hurt or worse, disappear and never be able to find our way back home. No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” They stood up and walked toward the opening, hand-in-hand. The cylinder spun and pulsed faster as they got closer. Julie stopped and looked inside. “What’ll prevent us from getting stuck to the wall of this thing, you know, like centrifugal force?” “You were the one who said I needed to have faith. I don’t think the old man would call my name and ask me to enter if he knew I’d get hurt doing it. Let’s do this thing. We are together, at least.” Jim tightened his grip on Julie’s hand. They placed one foot just inside the edge, then the other, nothing happened. The object spun but they weren’t sucked to the wall; their feet were stable two inches above the curve of the cylinder. Jim stomped and they heard an echo as his foot thudded on an invisible floor. “This is weird, I sure hope this floor, or whatever it is, continues to the end.” They walked forward slowly, one step at a time, looking back at the entrance every few seconds. Halfway through Julie stopped and began to shake, yanking on Jim’s hand. “I forgot to tell you I suffer from claustrophobia. Now I need your help. I didn’t mention it because I wanted to come with you even though I knew this might happen. It would have happened sooner if it was dark but the bright light gave me some confidence.” “Julie, do what you told me to do while I was climbing the ladder, close your eyes and just walk next to me, I won’t let go and we’ll go slow, I promise.” Julie closed her eyes and followed Jim’s lead. “The door’s there just like I told you.” Before she knew it they were very near the end. “Julie, it gets small now so just lower your head toward your chest and you’ll be fine, only ten more feet to go.” Jim had to bend at the knees to prevent hitting the top of the spinning cone. Jim stopped and told Julie to open her eyes.

They were standing in front of a cream-colored steel door. As Jim extended his left hand, they heard, “Come in, Jim, don’t dawdle.” The light was subdued, the shades were drawn. An old wrinkled man lay under a flannel sheet propped up by two bed pillows. A reading lamp was attached to the bed rail, lit on the lowest setting. He was doing a crossword. “Grandpa Noah?” The man looked up, “You win the kewpie doll, Jimmy. I’ve been expecting you, as you might have guessed. Pull up two chairs and open those blinds. And get me another pillow.” He put his puzzle book in the tray table along with his pen. Jim found two chairs while Julie grabbed a pillow from the other bed. He placed the pillow under his grandfather’s back while Julie opened the blinds half-way. “Sit down, Jim, and you too, pretty gal. Well, don’t leave me hanging, boy.” “This is my, um, girlfriend, Julie Johnson. She works at Feed the Hog and I just got a part-time job there. Mister Farmer, Frank, has owned the Hog for twentyfive years and he’s going to retire soon. He wants Dad to buy the place.” “Whoa, Jim, slow down, you need to breathe. I told you not to dawdle but I didn’t mean you had to prattle on and on. Are you nervous because you just told me Julie was your girlfriend and this is the first time you’ve ever said it?” How does he know that? “Jim gets that way when he’s nervous, Mr. Honeycutt, and you’re right, I didn’t know I was his girlfriend until just now.” She smiled and gave Jim a kiss. “Look at him, he’s blushing. That’s so sweet.” Jim turned a darker shade of reddishbrown. “Boy, you’ll fit right in come Valentine’s Day.” Noah laughed until he had a coughing fit. “Jim, scoot over the sink and fetch me a glass of water.” Jim handed him a full glass. “Sorry Grandpa, no ice.” “Guess I’ll just have to rough it, thanks, Jimbo. Say, how is old Frank Farmer doing these days? He must be, what, close to seventy-five? I when he bought the Hog, I think it was about five years ago but I haven’t seen him since I’ve been stuck in this place.” “I’m Frank’s grandniece, I live with him and Fanny and I’ve worked with him

for two years, full-time now that I’m finished with high school. He’s doing okay but he wants to retire soon. He’ll be seventy-six in a few days.” Noah just shook his head, digesting the information. His wheels were turning, slower than they used to but he was still sharp as a tack. “Before I forget, Jim, I need to tell you how sorry I am about Johnny ing away. I can see by the look on your face, you’re wondering how I knew that.” Jim nodded, too stunned to say anything. “I don’t know how much you know about that oddball tree but we Honeycutts, we’re connected, every other generation. I don’t know why and I don’t care to know. That’s how I knew you were coming to see me and that’s how I knew John died. I don’t know how he died but I do know why he died.” Julie took the list out of her pocket and handed it to Jim; he showed it to his grandfather. “This is what we think we know about the tree and the cube. But we didn’t know it skipped a generation. I didn’t tell Mom and Dad and now I think I know why. The tree didn’t want me to tell them just like the tree urged me to hurry and find the cube, but we had to take care of Johnny first.” “Jim, this is almost on the money. Say, did you happen to copy the symbols you saw on the cube and their translation?” Jim reached into his pocket and handed Noah the slip of paper. Jim stood up and paced back-and-forth, weighing what he wanted to say next. He stepped closer to his grandpa, got on his knees and held his hand. “I’ll tell you what happened to Johnny but please know that you are the first person and the last person who will ever hear this from me.” Jim told Noah about that night, about the ten-point buck and even about the smile Johnny had on his face when he died. Julie sat there quietly as tears ran down her cheeks. Noah wiped at his eyes a time or two. While Julie and Jim were distracted, Noah tucked the Sumerian script and its translation into his tray table drawer. As soon as Jim took his seat Noah handed him a box of tissues, removing one for himself. “Jim, I know how hard that was for you and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. And I know, by your tone, that you truly believe John’s death was your fault. But, as God is my witness, you and I, and Julie, are here in this room together for me to deliver a message to you. Just as this meeting was meant to be…so was John’s death; it was meant to be. It was God’s will.” Jim sat for a long time, saying nothing, just listening. “How many times since John’s

ing have you heard someone say, or read something, similar to my message to you?” Noah waited patiently for Jim to gather his thoughts. “You are right, Grandpa. Mom and Dad have talked to me about it. I know Julie and I had a similar conversation, my friend, Tom, too. Amy Garrett and I batted it around two or three times. She even allowed me and Julie to read in church during the service, it was Ecclesiastes 3:1 and Mathew 28:20. For everything there is a season and a time for everything under the heaven, something like that. A few others mentioned something but I forget exactly. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t my fault. Just before we came here Julie told me I needed to have faith.” As soon as Jim was done talking, Noah motioned for him to come closer, to bend down. Noah reached up and gave him a big hug. He whispered, “Hey Jim, as sure as I know that today is November 20 th 1999, that’s how sure I am that what I just told you is the truth. That’s what faith is all about, believing in something you cannot see and with all your heart.” He kissed him on the cheek and shooed him back to his seat. “Jim, promise me you’ll take the secret of the tree to your grave and that you won’t tell a living soul about this meeting.” Jim nodded, unable to speak. “And promise me you won’t tell your children about the tree, the children you and Julie will bring into this world and raise together.” Jim did a double-take. “One day when you’re old, maybe even older than me, you will have a visitor, perhaps your grandson or granddaughter, and you may have to instruct him or her about something or someone. , you and only you are the keeper of the tree. When you return to your time, take the cube and throw it back in that hole, as far as you can. This is the first time and the last time you will ever use it but you, only you, will everything that happened today, everything we talked about and you will never forget it.” Noah took a sip of water and rested. “Grandpa Noah, how do you know Jim and I will marry and have children together?” “Just as I knew Jim would come, just as I knew Jim by name and that Johnny ed, I know you two will marry and bear children. It’s the tree, not me. We are connected, just as Jim is connected. Your presence, I was not expecting. You, my beautiful girl, are the welcomed serendipity in the equation, a lovely addition to the puzzle.” Noah took another sip of water.

“Are you ready for a little history lesson, kids?” He didn’t expect a reply but they nodded. “I was the same age as you, Jim, when it happened to me. I went for a long walk to clear my head because I had just gotten into a full-blown argument with my father, Ebenezer, because he found out I had just spent ten dollars on a fancy new shirt, tros and a pair of spats. I had a date with my gal, Nora, to have dinner and see a movie. Anyway, I stumbled over a root, darn near broke my ankle. You know the rest, going back in time just like you. My grandfather, John, he died the day after I saw him, it was 1919. I bet your dad never told you they lived just about a mile down the road from you in a little two-story saltbox. His wife, Julie, died the year before, from pneumonia I think.” “What advice did John give you, Gramps? Was it something as profound and eye-opening, like the sage wisdom you just imparted to me?” “Not even close, but it was something I needed to hear from that old man. I had been holding a grudge against my father for a very long time and he set me straight. After that, I tried harder to see my dad’s side of things and eventually we grew closer. I was finally able to appreciate where my dad was coming from. If I hadn’t met my Grandpa John I might have run away from home and you wouldn’t be here.” Jim sat up straighter and just looked at his grandfather, a tear leaked from his left eye. I wish we could stay longer but I can see how tired he looks. “Jim, I guess I shouldn’t have been so date specific. Now you know; history does tend to repeat itself. But don’t cry for me.” Julie looked at Jim and she understood. She wrapped her arm around him. “Life has been good to me; I was married to my Nora for almost fifty-nine years. I had two wonderful sons. One married a wonderful gal and they had two amazing sons. And I got to meet one of them. What more could I ask for?” Jim and Julie stood up at the same time and approached the bed. Jim bent down and grasped Noah’s hand; he stooped even further, gave him a kiss and said, “I love you, Grandpa.” Jim looked at his watch; three hours had seemed like ten minutes. Julie thanked Noah for a wonderful conversation and his counsel. Noah motioned for her to come closer. He whispered in her ear, “You take care of that boy, he needs you.” And he kissed her on the cheek.

Jim had his hand on the door; he turned as if to memorize his grandfather’s face. The last thing he heard was a weak voice saying, “ our secret, Jim, I love you.” Jim woke up first; he was lying against the tree, still enveloped in its protective embrace. Standing up, he looked around; the ladder and the extension whatsit were just where he’d left them. Quickly, he grabbed them both, hid them on the other side of the tree and lay back down, pretending to sleep. Five minutes later Julie stirred and nudged Jim. “We must have fallen asleep. I think that two mile hike got to me.” “Yeah, me too, let’s head for home, I’m hungry. I feel like I haven’t eaten for three hours at least and I could use something hot to drink.” Jim looked at his Timex, it was twelve noon. He grabbed his backpack and Julie took the insulated lunch bag. Guess I’ll have to come back another day for the ladder and the grabber. On the way back, Julie handed Jim a small package. “I’ve been carrying this around for a few days; it’s a little gift from Mr. Farmer. I offered to pay him for them but he wouldn’t take my money when I told him they were for your mother.” “…The antique teaspoons?” Julie nodded as Jim gave her hand a ‘thank you’ squeeze. “I’ll give these to my mom after breakfast tomorrow.”

As the house came into view Julie let go of Jim’s hand and started running, “What’s the rush? Make sure you take your boots off in the mudroom.” Walking inside, Jim heard the toilet flush as he walked to the stove and put the kettle on. “Mom and Dad, we’re home. Where is everybody?” Ben and Clarissa ran down the stairs, both were out of breath and still in their PJ’s. “Hello Jim, we didn’t expect you both back so soon. We’re not even dressed; it’s sort of a lazy day.” Julie closed the bathroom door and walked to the table, waving her hand backand-forth. “Who died in there and went to heaven?” Ben looked at her, smiled and sat down with newspaper in hand. Did you guys eat lunch yet? My girlfriend and I would enjoy a nosh and a hot cup of tea or coffee.” Jim sat down while he waited for the water to boil. Ben and Clarissa gave each other the look. How do I explain that faux pas to Mom and Dad? Julie plopped down in a chair and stared at Jim. “Jim Honeycutt, did you just refer to me as your girlfriend?” “I guess I did but I was going to bring it up while we were hiking, seems I forgot. When we were working on the fort you said you’d stick with me through thick and thin so…” Julie leaned over and kissed Jim; it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek, not this time. Clarissa began to set the table, Julie got up to help. Jim quipped, “Mom, it’s after one, I guess we’re eating a late lunch. What exactly were you and dad doing upstairs and still in your pajamas?” Julie looked over at Jim and smiled as Clarissa ran to the dryer. She mouthed, “Your mom is blushing.” “I asked your dad to take the clothes out of the dryer this morning but he found something else to occupy himself.” Ben buried his face in the paper. Clarissa put the clothes on the couch, walking into the kitchen holding clean placemats and cloth napkins. “I decided to clean the bedroom and your dad decided to keep me

company, mostly he got in my way.” Jim got up and grabbed Julie by the hand dragging her toward the stairs, “I think Julie and I will go upstairs so she can clean my room while I get in her way.” Ben put the paper down and looked back at Jim, “Not on any day that ends in a Y, not on my watch.” Julie and Jim walked back to the table laughing and grinning like Cheshire cats. Ben and Clarissa ed in with hearty laughter. Clarissa asked Ben to take the homemade rye from the cold storage while she warmed up some vegetable soup and took cold cuts out of the fridge. Jim put the condiments on the table while Julie covered the tea with a cozy. The sun streamed through the kitchen window, shining on the table. Ben savored the homemade soup while Clarissa relished her ham on rye. Jim and Julie sat side-by-side enjoying their meal and drinking hot chai. “Clarissa, you’re such a great cook, could you teach me some of your culinary tricks?” She finally called me by my first name, progress. Ben ed in the conversation, “I have some good news gang, Frank and I have an appointment to see Tim Husson tomorrow. We talked to him on the phone about logging off a small piece of the property instead of taking out a loan. What do you think, Jim?” Jim asked his dad if he would have to put the Haven up as collateral. “No, I think Tim will agree to float me a loan if I can pay the bank back within three to six months with the profits from the logging. The Hog has done business with American City Bank for many years. Let’s go outside and sit a spell, digest our food.” After clearing the table, Clarissa and Julie cuddled together in the porch swing; they conversed in low tones, strictly girl talk. Ben and Jim rocked next to each other, talking about the logging deal, the Hog, used cars, friendships and family. “Dad, you know those funeral cards like the one we had made up for John? Would you happen to have an extra one handy from your dad’s funeral? I’d like to keep it tucked in my book about the stars. That’s where I put John’s. I wish I had met your dad before he ed.” Ben got up and walked inside returning ten minutes later. “Here you go, Jim. Take good care of it, you have the last one. You’re sitting in the rocker Noah

made about seventy years ago.” They rocked quietly, thinking about life. “Thanks Dad, sitting here I feel closer to Grandpa somehow even though I never met him. I bet he was a hard worker, like you. I wanted to ask you something for a long time. How come you never talk about your mom?” Ben lowered his voice. “There is something only your mother knows, I will tell you but only if you promise not to tell another soul, not even Julie.” Jim put his hand on Ben’s shoulder and nodded so he continued, “My mom, Nora, died three months before Noah. I was very close to my mom and her ing put me in a funk that lasted weeks. I stopped eating and I refused to talk to anyone. I came very close to having a mental breakdown and if it wasn’t for your mother and Amy I don’t know what I might have done. They saved me, or so I thought. Months later I realized they didn’t save me, He did.” Ben pointed upward. “So to answer your question in a few words, it’s just too painful.” I guess I won’t ask Dad about his brother. Grandpa Noah didn’t dwell on it either. “Is that why you and mom were so worried about me?” Ben nodded, prompting Jim to continue, “Walking in the woods with Julie these last few days, I feel so much closer to her, more at peace with myself. Reading yesterday in church, the words, I felt like they were meant just for me, like He was talking to me, you know what I mean?” Ben just smiled. “The book about the stars and the antique coatrack, Amy didn’t have to give them to me, but she did. The telescope, Mr. Farmer could have kept it but he chose to sell it to me even though he knew it was worth at least twice as much. All this time I thought it was my fault. You and mom, Tom, Amy, Julie and all our friends tried to tell me I was wrong. But I didn’t listen; I refused to release myself from blame, to let Him take the wheel.” Jim slumped forward and put his face between his knees, his body shook as tears flowed unabated, for the first time. Ben stopped rocking and placed his hand on Jim’s back. Julie and Clarissa walked over and comforted Jim as well. After a time, they stood, Jim wiped his tears away. Julie suggested it was time for a family hug, putting a smile on Jim’s face. The four had become three and now four again. The healing had begun. As the wind picked up it was decided, time for a cup of tea. As they walked inside, just before Jim closed the front door he thought he heard two voices whisper, “I love you, Jim.”

THE END...or perhaps a new beginning!

The Lighter Fluid Gang

I attended Amy’s Monday service, sitting almost out of sight in the backrow. After the service, we spoke about TLFG. She gave me a copy of a poem/manifesto sent to her by her friend, Vincent Spada. Perhaps you’d like to our gang?

If you don't dig phonies or frauds or fakes; If you see politically correct as just many mistakes; If you think for yourself and speak without slang then you're one of us, The Lighter Fluid Gang.

If you're honest and upfront and say what you mean; If you walk the line straight and play the game clean; If you're not full of crap and still have some pride… then this is your group and this is your side.

If you're just a nobody, a no one from nowhere, yet still speak your mind and still really care then you've got courage in no small amount. This means you matter. This means you count. You may feel alone but that just isn't so. If you walk with us now there's no telling where we'll go. All travelers are welcome regardless of position. All people, all races, one voice, one mission.

Here is our cause, our sacred mandate, to convert the whole world without malice or hate. We ask nothing so complicated and nothing so tough. Just be truthful in life, that alone is enough. So that is our message and that is our plan, to say what we think and to help if we can. That's what we strive for, our hopes on this hang. This is who we are…The Lighter Fluid Gang.

One picture is worth a thousand words.

Inversion House, 2005 by Havel Ruck Projects (Dan Havel and Dean Ruck), at Art League Houston. (used with permission).

HAVEL RUCK PROJECTS is an independent artist collective based in Houston, Texas, established by sculptors Dan Havel and Dean Ruck. The aim of the collective is to identify and coordinate the use of alternative sites for artistic intervention within the public realm. They actively seek abandoned or unused sites or architectural spaces prior to their demolition or renovation to stage artistic actions.

About the Author

Dennis De Rose has been editing mostly fiction for over ten years. He caught the writing bug about eight years ago when he began writing a diary. A local ASPCA hosted a writing contest when he was in the sixth grade. He won an Honorable Mention for a short story he wrote about his dog, Red. To date, he has written five short stories (some are ongoing), three poems and his first novel, Bristlecone Magic. “Gentleman Cowboy” isn’t a hit just yet. It was penned by Dennis and put to music by a good friend, Michael Barnett, a fantastic musician. In the world of work, Dennis is no slouch. He was a corrections counselor working for New York State for thirty-five years. Before that he had other jobs working in a factory, washing dishes, working at Carol’s, pushing shopping carts, stocking shelves; he was even a mason’s helper one summer. When he was eighteen he and his brother, Greg, owned a hot dog truck. In 1973, while going to college, he married a Dutch girl, Carla, and they are still married. The key to a long-lasting marriage is to realize love is all that matters in the end. Vows are not meant to be broken. We know who rules the roost in that family; just ask Mireille, Michelle and Michael, their children. Life has been good, he and Carla have four wonderful grandchildren, Zoe, Lucas, Diego and Michael. If you liked Bristlecone Magic (or even if you didn’t), please write to him. He’d love to hear what you thought of the book, [email protected].

Thank You

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