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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 239 eyeglasses far down on his nose, while Papa magically produces a handful of special rocks he has brought for this occasion. "This is quartz, limestone, mica, and iron pyrite," he says to the boys. "Fool's Gold. This is fossil wood, and fossil bone.' He chips away at one of the rocks and cracks it open. "Tourmaline crystals!" "I have an Indian arrowhead," Remy produces a box of his treasures, "and a katy-did." "Do you have any gold, Grandpa?" asks Chris. "Gold isn't easy to find, even for an old rock-hound like me," says Papa. "Tell us about the Tommyknockers, Grandpa." They are lost in a world of crystal and agate, gloryholes in the ground, mines and the Tommyknockers who haunt them. Mama peels the potatoes and spices the pumpkin pies with nutmeg and cloves. I feel a surge of joy, a homecoming. "I remember the Thanksgiving you forgot to put the pumpkin in the pumpkin pies!" "And the time I put the pudding in the cupboard instead of • H in the oven! "I can tell my keen mind is also inherited!" My brother Gary comes with his wife and their children, |