1Sunday mornings are peaceful in our house. My father lets himself sleep in. My mother lets herself not fix breakfast. And if my brothers have been out late playing with their band, you won’t even know they’re around until noon.

2Usually I tiptoe out to collect eggs while everyone else is asleep, then spirit a bowl of Cheerios back to my room to have breakfast in bed and read.

3But that Sunday—after spending most of the night feeling upset or uneasy—I woke up wanting to do something physical. To shake off the confused way I was still feeling.

4What I really needed was a good climb in my sycamore tree, but I settled for watering the lawn while I tried to think of other things. I cranked open the spigot and admired how rich and black the dirt looked as I sprinkled back and forth across the soil. And I was busy talking to my buried seedlings, coaxing them to spring up and greet the rising sun, when my father came outside. His hair was damp from a shower, and he had a grocery sack rolled closed in his hand. “Dad! I’m sorry if I woke you.” “You didn’t, sweetheart. I’ve been up for a while.” “You’re not going to work, are you?”

5“No, I… ” He studied me for a moment, then said, “I’m going to visit David.” “Uncle David?”

6He walked toward his truck, saying, “That’s right. I… I should be back around noon.” “But Dad, why today? It’s Sunday.”

7“I know, sweetheart, but it’s a special Sunday.” I turned off the spigot. “Why’s that?”

8“It’s his fortieth birthday. I want to see him and deliver a gift,” he said as he held up the paper bag.

9“Don’t worry. I’ll rustle us up some pancakes for lunch, all right?” “I’m coming with you,” I said, and tossed the hose aside. I wasn’t even really dressed—I’d just pulled on some sweats and sneakers, no socks—but in my mind there was no doubt. I was going.

10“Why don’t you stay home and enjoy the morning with your mother? I’m sure she would—” I went over to the passenger side of his truck and said, “I’m coming,” then climbed inside and slammed the door back in place.

11“But—” he said through the driver’s door.

12“I’m coming, Dad.”

13He studied me a moment, then said, “Okay,” and put the bag on the bench seat. “Let me leave a note for your mother.”

14While he was inside, I strapped on the lap belt and told myself that this was good. This was something I should’ve done years ago. Uncle David was part of the family, part of my father, part of me. It was about time I got to know him.

15I studied the paper sack sitting next to me. What was my father bringing his brother for his fortieth birthday?

16I picked it up. It wasn’t a painting—it was much too light for that. Plus, it made a strange, muted rattling noise when I shook it.

17I was just unrolling the top to peek inside when my father came back through the front door. I dropped the sack and straightened up, and when he slid behind the wheel, I said, “It’s okay with you, isn’t it?”

18He just looked at me, his hand on the key in the ignition.

19“I… I’m not ruining your day with him or anything, am I?” He cranked the motor and said, “No, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re coming.” We didn’t say much to each other on the drive over to Greenhaven. He seemed to want to look at the scenery and I, well, I had a lot of questions, but none I wanted to ask. It was nice, though, riding with my father. It was like the silence connected us in a way that explanations never could.

20When we arrived at Greenhaven, my father parked the truck, but we didn’t get out right away. “It takes some getting used to, Julianna, but it does grow on you. They grow on you. They’re all good people.” I nodded, but felt oddly afraid.

21“Come on, then,” he said, taking the sack from the seat. “Let’s go inside.” Greenhaven didn’t look like any kind of hospital to me, but it didn’t look quite like a house, either. It was too long and rectangular for that. The walkway had a faded green awning that covered it, and flower beds alongside with freshly planted pansies that looked muddied and slightly askew. The grass was patchy, with three deep holes dug near the building.

22“The residents tend the grounds,” my father said. “It’s part of their occupational training program, and it’s therapeutic. Those holes are the future homes of Peach, Plum, and Pear.” “Fruit trees?”

23“Yes. The vote caused quite a commotion.” “Among the… residents?”

24“That’s right.” He swung open one of the glass double doors and said, “Come on in.” It was cool inside. And it smelled of pine cleaner and bleach, with something vaguely pungent underneath.

25There wasn’t a reception desk or waiting area, just a large intersection with white walls and narrow wooden benches. To the left was a big room with a television and several rows of plastic chairs, to the right were open office doors, and beside us were two pine armoires. One was open, with half a dozen gray sweaters hung neatly in a row.

26“Good morning, Robert!” a woman called through one of the office doors.

27“Good morning, Josie,” my father replied.

28She came out to meet us, saying, “David’s up and about. Has been since around six. Mabel tells me it’s his birthday today.”

29“Mabel is right again.” He turned to me and smiled. “Josie, it’s my pleasure to introduce my daughter, Julianna. Julianna, meet Josie Gruenmakker.” “Well now, isn’t this nice,” Josie said, clasping my hand. “I recognize you from David’s photo album.

30You’re gettin’ ready to graduate into high school, isn’t that right?” I blinked at her, then looked at my dad. I’d never really thought of it that way, but I could see that he had. “Yes, I… I suppose I am.”

31“Josie’s the site administrator.”

32“And,” Josie added with a laugh, “I’m not graduatin’ to nowhere! Been here seventeen years, and I’m staying put.” The phone rang and she hurried off, saying, “Gotta get that. I’ll meet up with you in a bit.

33Check the rec room, then his room. You’ll find him. ” My dad led me around a corner, and as we proceeded down a hallway, the underlying pungent part of the smell got stronger. Like the place had had years of Mystery Pissers, with no one quite neutralizing what had been tagged.

34Down the hall was a small person hunched in a wheel-chair. At first I thought it was a child, but as we approached, I could see it was a woman. She had almost no hair, and as she gave my dad a toothless smile, she grabbed his hand and spoke.

35My heart bottomed out. The sounds she made were choked and lost on her tongue. Nothing she said was intelligible, yet she looked at my father with such intensity—like of course he understood what she was saying.

36To my complete surprise, he said, “You’re absolutely right, Mabel. It is today. Which is why I’m here.” He held up the grocery sack and whispered, “I’ve brought him a little gift.” “Gwa-aaal,” she said. “How’d you know?”

37She gurgled at him until he patted her hand and said, “I’m much too predictable, I’m afraid. But he enjoys them, and… ” He noticed her gaze shift in my direction.

38“Hoo haa,” she said.

39“This is my daughter, Julianna. Julianna, I’d like you to meet the extraordinary Miss Mabel. She can remember everyone’s birthday, and she has a real passion for strawberry milkshakes.” I managed a smile and whispered, “Nice to meet you,” but all I got in return was a suspicious scowl.

40“Well, we’re off to David’s,” my father said, then shook the bag. “Don’t spill the beans if he happens by.”

41I followed him to a bedroom doorway, where he stopped and called, “David? David, it’s Robert.” A man appeared at the door. A man I would never have picked out as my father’s brother. He was stocky, with thick brown glasses, and his face looked puffy and pale. But he threw his arms around my father’s chest and cried, “Wobbad! Yaw heew!” “Yes, I am, little brother.”

42I followed them into the room and saw that the walls were covered in a collage of puzzles. They’d been glued directly to the walls and even up on the ceiling! It was cozy and comfortable, and interesting. I felt as though I’d entered a quilted cave.

43My father held his brother at arm’s length and said, “And look who I’ve brought along!” For a split second David looked almost frightened, but then my father said, “It’s my daughter, Julianna.”

44David’s face broke into a smile. “Ju-weee-an-na!” he cried, then practically tackled me with a hug.

45I thought I was going to suffocate. My face was buried as he squeezed the air out of me and rocked from side to side. Then with a giggle he let go and flopped into a chair. “Is mooy bwuf-day!” “I know, Uncle David. Happy birthday!”

46He giggled again. “Fwank eoow!”

47“We brought you a present,” my dad said as he opened the paper sack.

48Before he had it out, before I saw the actual size, I remembered the sound it had made when I’d shaken it in the truck. Of course! I thought. A puzzle.

49Uncle David guessed it, too. “A puwwwle?” “Not just a puzzle,” my dad said as he pulled it out of the sack. “A puzzle and a pinwheel.” Dad had wrapped the puzzle box up in pretty blue paper and had taped the red-and-yellow pinwheel on as a bow. Uncle David snatched the pinwheel right off and blew. First gently, then fiercely, in great spitty bursts. “Ownge!” he cried between blows. “Ownge!” Very gently Dad took it from him and smiled. “Red and yellow do make orange, don’t they?” David tried to grab it back, but my father said, “We’ll take it outside later. The wind will blow it for you,” and pressed the puzzle back in his hands.

50As the wrapping paper fell in shreds on the floor, I leaned in to see what sort of puzzle my father had bought him and gasped. Three thousand pieces! And the image was simply white clouds and blue sky.

51No shading, no trees—nothing but the clouds and the sky.

52My father pointed to a spot in the center of the ceiling. “I thought it would fit just right over there.” Uncle David looked up and nodded, then lunged for his pinwheel and said, “Owsiiide?” “Sure. Let’s go out for a walk. Feel like going down to McElliot’s for a birthday ice cream?” Uncle David’s head bobbed up and down. “Yaaah!” We checked out through Josie, then headed down the street. David can’t walk very fast because his body seems to want to move inward instead of forward. His feet pigeon-toe and his shoulders hunch in, and he seemed to lean on my father pretty heavily as we moved along.

53But he kept that pinwheel in front of him, watching it spin, crying every now and then, “Owwwange, owwwange!”

54McElliot’s turned out to be a drugstore with an ice cream parlor inside. There was a red-and-white- striped awning over the ice cream counter, and there were little white tables and chairs set in an area with red-and-white-striped wallpaper. It was very festive-looking, especially for being inside a drugstore.

55Dad got us all cones, and once we were sitting down, Dad and David did talk to each other some, but mostly David wanted to eat his chocolate fudge swirl. My father smiled at me from time to time, and I smiled back, but I felt disconnected. How many times had the two of them come here for ice cream?

56How many birthdays had my father celebrated with his brother like this? How long had he known Mabel and Josie and the rest of the people at Greenhaven? How could it be that in all these years, I’d never spent any time with my uncle? It was like my father had a secret life away from me. A complete family away from me.

57I didn’t like it. Didn’t understand it. And I was getting myself pretty worked up about it when David’s cone crushed in his grip, causing his ice cream to flop onto the table.

58Before my dad could stop him, David picked up the ice cream and tried to cram it back onto the cone.

59But the cone was shattered and the ice cream fell over again, only this time it landed on the floor.

60My dad said, “Leave it, David. I’ll get you a new one,” but David didn’t listen. His chair shot back and he dove after it.

61“No, David! Let me get you a new one.” My dad pulled him by the arm, but David wouldn’t budge. He grabbed the ice cream and crammed it back onto what was left of his cone, and when the bottom part of his cone crumbled completely away, he started screaming.

62It was awful. He was like a two-hundred-pound infant, throwing a tantrum on the floor. He was yelling words I couldn’t understand, and after a minute of trying to calm him down, my father said, “Julianna, can you get him another cone?”

63The man behind the counter scooped as fast as he could, but in that short time David knocked over a table and two chairs with his flailing and managed to smear chocolate everywhere. The checkers and customers at the registers seemed frozen with terror—like David was some sort of monster out to destroy the world.

64I gave the new cone to my father, who handed it to David, right there on the floor. And while David sat there eating it, my father and I worked around him, putting everything back in order and wiping up the mess.

65On the walk back to Greenhaven, David acted like nothing had happened. He spurted into his pinwheel and cried, “Owwwange!” from time to time, but when my dad held open the front door, I could tell that David was tired.

66Down in his room David placed the pinwheel on his bed and picked up the puzzle box. “Why don’t you take a rest before you get started on it?” my dad asked.

67David shook his head. “Naaow.”

68“Okay, then. Let me help you set it up.” My father pulled a card table from beneath the bed, then swung the legs out and snapped them into place. After he had it shoved up against the wall near the bed, he moved a chair close to it and said, “There you are. All set up.”

69David had the box open and was already sifting through the pieces. “Aaaas a gou wwwone, Wobbad.” “I’m glad you like it. You think you might have it done by Wednesday? I can come back and glue it on the ceiling for you then if you’d like.” David nodded, but he was already intent on the puzzle, carefully laying pieces on the table. My father put his hand on his shoulder and said, “I’ll see you Wednesday then, okay?” He nodded.

70“Will you say good-bye to Julianna?”

71“Baaawye,” he said, but he didn’t look up from his box of pieces.

72“See you later, Uncle David.” I tried to sound cheerful, but I didn’t feel that way.

73When we got back into the truck, my dad clicked on his seat belt and said, “So.” I just looked at him and tried to smile.

74“Are you as exhausted as I am?” he said.

75I nodded. “Everything was fine—except for the ice cream.” Dad chuckled. “Except for the ice cream.” Then he turned serious. “The trouble is, you never know what ‘the ice cream’ is going to be. Sometimes it’s a fly in the room. Sometimes it’s the feel of his socks. It’s hard to predict everything. Usually getting ice cream is safe.” He shook his head and closed his eyes, thinking things I couldn’t imagine. Finally he turned the ignition and said, “David lived with your mother and me for a while. Before you kids were born. We thought it would be better for him to live with us than to be in a home, but we were wrong.” “But overall, everything went okay today….” He ground the gearshift into reverse. “David has many, many special needs, both emotional and physical. Your mom and I couldn’t handle them all. Fortunately he’s happy here. They have programs to teach him how to care for himself– how to dress and bathe and brush his teeth, how to act around others and communicate. They go on outings, and he has a job doing mailings for a doctor’s office….”

76“He does?”

77“He goes there every morning during the week to fold mailings and fill envelopes. Greenhaven’s been so good for him. He gets an incredible amount of individualized attention. He has his own room, his own friends, his own life.”

78After a minute I said, “But he’s part of the family, Dad. And it just doesn’t seem right that he’s never been over for a visit. Not even on Christmas or Thanksgiving!” “He doesn’t want to, sweetheart. One year your mother and I insisted he spend Thanksgiving with us, and it was the biggest disaster you can imagine. He broke a window out of the car, he was that upset.” “But… why haven’t we been visiting him? I know you have, but the rest of us. Why not?” “Well, it’s draining. Your mother finds it incredibly depressing, and I understand that. We both agreed that it was no place to take small children.” He accelerated onto the highway, silent behind the wheel.

79Finally he said, “The years just seem to slip away, Julianna. One day you have a baby in your arms, and the next you realize she’s very nearly a woman.” He smiled at me sadly. “I love David, but he is a burden, and I guess I wanted to protect you from that. But I realize now that all of this has affected you and the family.”

80“But Dad, it’s not—”

81“Julianna, what I’m trying to tell you is I’m sorry. There was so much I wanted to give you. All of you. I guess I didn’t see until recently how little I’ve actually provided.” “That’s not true!”

82“Well, I think you know my heart’s been in the right place, but if you line it up objectively, a man like, say, Mr. Loski adds up to a much better husband and father than a man like me does. He’s around more, he provides more, and he’s probably a lot more fun.” My dad wasn’t one to go fishing for compliments or signs of appreciation, but still, I couldn’t quite believe he actually thought that. “Dad, I don’t care how it looks on paper, I think you’re the best dad ever! And when I marry somebody someday, I sure don’t want him to be like Mr. Loski! I want him to be like you.”

83He looked at me like he couldn’t quite believe his ears. “Is that so,” he said with a grin. “Well, I’ll remind you of that as your someday approaches.” That turned the rest of the trip around. We laughed and joked and talked about all kinds of things, but as we neared home, there was one thing the conversation kept turning back to.

84Pancakes.

85My mother, though, had other plans. She’d spent the morning scrubbing floors and nixed the pancakes. “I need something with more staying power. Like grilled ham-and-cheese. With onions,” she said. “Lots of onions!”

86“Scrubbing floors?” my dad said. “It’s Sunday, Trina. Why were you scrubbing floors?” “Nervous energy.” She looked at me. “How’d it go?” “Okay. I’m glad I went.”

87She glanced at my dad and then at me. “Well, good,” she sighed, then said, “I also felt like scrubbing because I got a call from Patsy.”

88“Loski?” my dad asked. “Is something wrong?” My mother pushed a few wisps of hair back and said, “No…. She called to invite us over for dinner on Friday.”

89We blinked at her a moment; then I asked, “All of us?” “Yes.”

90I could see what my dad was thinking: Why? All these years of living across the street, and we’d never been invited over. Why now?

91My mom could see it, too. She sighed and said, “Robert, I don’t exactly know why, but she was insistent. She was practically in tears, saying how sorry she was that she’d never invited us before and how she’d really like to get to know us better.” “What did you tell her?”

92“I couldn’t very well say no. She was being so nice, and Chet has really done a lot….” She shrugged and said, “I said we’d go. It’s set for six o’clock Friday night.” “Really?” I asked.

93She shrugged again. “I think it might be nice. A little strange, but nice.” “Well, okay then,” my dad said. “I won’t schedule any overtime for Friday. What about the boys?” “There’s no gig on the calendar, and they’re not scheduled to work, but I haven’t talked to them about it yet.”

94“Are you sure they want us all over there?” my dad asked.

95My mom nodded. “She insists.”

96I could tell the whole idea of dinner at the Loskis’ was making my dad pretty uncomfortable, but we could both see that something about this invitation meant a lot to my mother. “All right then,” he said, and got to work slicing cheese and onions.

97For the rest of the afternoon, I sort of lazed around, reading and daydreaming. And at school the next day, I couldn’t seem to concentrate. My thoughts kept turning back to David. I wondered what my grandparents had been like, and what they’d gone through, having a son like him.

98I daydreamed a lot about the sycamore tree, too, which at first I thought was because I was feeling melancholy. But then I remembered how my mother had called the sycamore a testimony to endurance. It had survived being damaged as a sapling. It had grown. Other people thought it was ugly, but I never had.

99Maybe it was all how you looked at it. Maybe there were things I saw as ugly that other people thought were beautiful.

100Like Shelly Stalls. A perfect example! To me there was absolutely nothing to recommend her, but the rest of the world seemed to think she was the cat’s meow.

101Me-ow.

102Anyway, I sort of drifted through the week like that. Until Thursday. Thursday our social studies class went to the library to do research for our famous historical figure report. I’d chosen Susan B.

103Anthony and her fight for the right to vote, and I was in the middle of tracking down some books when Darla Tressler flagged me from the end of a stack.

104Darla was in a few of my classes, but we weren’t really friends, so I looked behind me to see who else she might be flagging.

105“Come here!” she mouthed, frantically waving me over.

106So I hurried over. She pointed through the column of books and whispered, “Listen!” It was Garrett’s voice. And then Bryce’s. And they were talking about… me. About my chickens. And salmonella poisoning. And how Bryce had been throwing away my eggs. And about me fixing up our yard.

107Bryce was sounding like he felt really bad, but then suddenly my blood ran cold. He was talking about David!

108And then Garrett laughed and said, “A retard? Well, that explains a lot, doesn’t it? You know… about Juli?”

109For a second, there was silence. And at that moment I was sure they must be able to hear my heart pounding in my chest, but then Bryce laughed and said, “Oh, right.” I positively crumbled onto the floor. And in a flash the voices were gone. Darla checked around the corner, then sat beside me, saying, “Oh, Jules, I’m so, so sorry. I thought he was about to confess that he’s been crushing on you.”

110“What? Darla, Bryce does not have a crush on me.” “Where have you been? Haven’t you noticed the way he’s been looking at you? That boy is lost in Loveland.”

111“Oh, obviously! You just heard him, Darla!” “Yeah, but yesterday, yesterday I caught him staring at you and he said there was a bee in your hair. A bee, girl. Is that the lamest cover-up you’ve ever heard or what?” “Darla, the way things have been going, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bee in my hair.” “Oh, you think you’re that sweet, huh? Just attract bees like honey? Well, honey, the only bee you’re attracting around here is B-r-y-c-e. Cute, yeah. But after what I just heard, I’d stomp and grind, girl.

112Stomp and grind.” She got up to go but turned and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t jabber.” I just shook my head and forgot about Darla. How wrong could a person be.

113It was what Bryce and Garrett had said that I couldn’t forget. How could they be so cruel? And so stupid? Is this what my father had gone through growing up?

114The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. What right did Bryce have to make fun of my uncle?

115How dare he!

116I felt fire burn in my cheeks and a cold, hard knot tighten in my heart. And in a flash I knew—I was through with Bryce Loski. He could keep his brilliant blue eyes. He could keep his two-faced smile and… and my kiss. That’s right! He could keep that, too. I was never, ever going to talk to him again!

117I stormed back to the section of books on Susan B. Anthony, found two that would work, and then went back to my table. But as I was collecting my things to check out of the library, I remembered.

118The next day we were going to the Loskis’ house for dinner.

119I zipped up my backpack and threw it on my shoulder. Surely after what had happened, I had the right to vote against going!

120Didn’t I?