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Show 21-2 I wished Father could come. He left before we did, waving his hand and tipping the motorcycle to one side as he rounded the corner far down the block. We watched him out of sight. "He's going to kill himself on that thing, Annie." Mother must still hate it. "But he does love it so." I hadn't thought that my father would love the motorcycle as Andrew had, as I did. I thought he got it just so he'd have a way to get to work. Maybe he loved the wind in his hair too. Mother checked the doors to see they were all locked and then we got in the car. She pulled the veil around her face and hair and tied it firmly in back. Once she started to drive and wasn't watching me, I took off my hat and let my hair blow. I rested my feet on the basket of food Mother had fixed. At the end of the block we could still hear Fidelio howling from the back porch where Mother had tied him. He had a bad habit of running after the car. The fields pushed right up next to the town, taking over the spaces that were reserved for backyards in the city. The houses were spaced further apart and soon stood all alone, their red-brick showing bright amidst the green fields. Soon too the roads became bumpy and rough and were too narrow for more than one car. Mother drove slowly, winding between the bumps and ruts. I clung to the edge of the car door. Father had said that Stull was only ten miles from our house. The last few miles were a bit smoother and we met a few other cars heading for town. Mother turned and shouted to me that they were probably going in to do their weekly shopping. I worried that Andrew's family might be in town. But then, wouldn't they stop and see Andrew? Stull was built around a hill where the church stood. The rest of the town, all ten buildings, wrapped around the hill on a narrow road. A graveyard spilled out over the hill down from the church. Only a few cars were parked in front of the one?store* |
