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Show Woodworth/l6 Unearthed, the young ones lie completely still, listening for their mother. Mr. Grayson hides the pulp of two mangled baby rabbits under the fallen grass before lifting Marty down off the tractor. He shows her the new-boms, still hairless, still breathing. "Those ones won't make it," he tells her. "They must have just been born a few minutes ago." He lifts three others, their ears less than a third the length of his little finger, and puts them in his jacket pocket. "You think you can raise these ones?" he asks Marty, and Marty nods, uncertainly, then vehemently. He walks back to the house with her, leaving the tractor in the field, its blades still by the rabbit nest. They make a box for the rabbits, with a light bulb strung over it for warmth, and he calls a veterinarian and then the Blue Hills Reservation to find out how to take care of wild baby rabbits. They live for three weeks, and then die, suddenly,all on the same day. On Marty's birthday that August, there is a heart-shaped box of chocolate candies, and a note to Mrs. Peter Rabbit, M.D., from a "secret admirer." The note is on Grayson's letterhead. When Ned,walks-through the field, he observes an invisible boundary that continues from the hedges. Marty cuts left, into the field. She can feel her mother's eyes on her back, peering through the bedroom curtains. Crazy- Plain psychotic. "Bitch, bitch, bitch," she says under her breath, feeling her eyes getting hot. She wants to turn, to give her mother the finger, but she remembers what Ruth said about her children hating her, remembers when Jake called Ruth a fucking bitch. He was sitting on the floor, and Ruth tried to kick him in the face. She missed, hitting his shoulder. Jake, a look of shock and pain on his face; his roommate from school standing and saying, "he's right. You are a bitch." And J'&kti il'ilirflJB'lirigNhim, "It's all right, Michael. But you. |
