The Sunflower Forest. Torey Hayden

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      ‘You don’t talk much,’ Paul said, shattering the silence.

      ‘I don’t have much to say,’ I replied.

      He smiled at me. ‘You want to stop? I know this place. On Ladder Creek. My brothers and I used to go there to hunt rats.’

      ‘Yuck.’

      He laughed. ‘It’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s pretty there. The water bends around and there’re these little willow trees. I saw a deer there once.’

      This is it, I thought. It. He was taking me to make out. With sudden sharpness I became alert to the fact that we were a mighty long way from anywhere, and I wasn’t very sure precisely where we were. He had taken off on a series of tiny country roads until we were far out on the plains without a light to be seen anywhere.

      Paul pulled the car off the road as we neared the creek. Turning off the engine, he sat a moment, and I waited for him to make a pass. I ran my tongue around my teeth to dislodge any bits of potato chips and wondered if my breath smelled of Coke. Cautiously, I glanced sideways to see what was going to happen next.

      Nothing.

      Pulling the keys from the ignition, Paul opened the door on his side. ‘Come on. I’ll take you down and show you where Gary and Aaron and I used to get the rats.’

      Great.

      It couldn’t have been more than fifteen degrees outside. I had my jacket zipped up to my nose as I followed him down along the creek bed. It was dry then, in January, without even a glassy trickle in the bottom.

      ‘I used to pretend I was Luke Skywalker,’ he was saying as he forged ahead of me. ‘You know, from Star Wars. See, here was the Death Star, and Aaron and I would pretend we were flying our fighter planes and trying to hit the place that’d blow the Death Star up. That’s what we pretended the rat holes were.’

      This is a date? I was thinking.

      In the east the moon was rising. It hung on the horizon, not quite full, but big as a house. Overhead were scattered a billion stars honed to brilliance in the cold night air. Prairie grass crackled with frost as we walked through it.

      Near a clump of leafless willows, Paul paused. He put his arm around my shoulder with clumsy affection. It tightened my muffler. He paused from his story about rats and Star Wars.

      ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ he asked. ‘I think this is the most beautiful place in the whole world. You can have your mountains and oceans and cities. Give me this any time.’

      I stared out from the creek bed. It was so flat. In every direction, as far as you could see, the horizon came right down even with our feet. There were no lights to be seen, no trees except for the four or five willows beside us. Nothing but sky and stars and darkness. It struck me as novel to think of somebody actually loving Kansas.

      I shivered. ‘It’s cold though.’

      His face brightened. ‘Yup. But I’ve thought of that. See here?’ He held out matches. ‘I thought we could gather up sticks. I’ll make us a fire. And see, I brought apples. You put them on sticks and roast them over the fire.’ He had a peculiar expression that reminded me of Megan when she desperately wanted to do something but was afraid of being laughed at for it.

      ‘I’m supposed to be back by midnight,’ I said. It was already ten to twelve. We looked at one another and both knew I wouldn’t be.

      Paul built a small fire on the dry stones of the creek bed. Clearly, he had done this sort of thing often. Hands in my jacket, chin buried in my muffler, I watched him as he cut willow sticks, peeled them back, stuck them through the apples and put them over the fire. I had never heard of doing that to apples but I didn’t say anything. They gave off a wonderful smell, like autumn and old barns. When they were done, they were charred and crackly on the outside but the inside was steamy, smooth and slurpy. We ate in silence, hunkered down beside the small fire. Paul was gazing at me across the flames, and it struck me then how differently the night was turning out from what I had expected. I had expected a date. One of those pick-you-up, go-to-the-party, make-a-pass, take-you-home sort of evenings. The kind of thing I could tell Brianna about on Monday. And I would have liked that. What I was getting was more of a communion.

      ‘I haven’t ever brought anyone out here before,’ Paul said as he banked the fire. ‘But you know, I’ve been sitting in history class watching you. All term. You seem different from other girls.’

      ‘Oh?’ I said, flattered. ‘How’s that?’

      He shrugged and reached an arm out around my shoulder. We went walking down the empty waterway. We didn’t speak again. We walked about a quarter of a mile in the moonlight until we came across a trickle of water under thick panes of ice. Paul crunched the ice with his shoe and we followed the water until it disappeared into a culvert running under a farm road. He stopped a moment to bend down and watch the water. Then we turned and walked back.

      Paul stabbed the fire to life again. He threw small, dry branches on it. Sparks rose up into the air, and he stood back, watching them.

      I thought how I wouldn’t mind at all if he did make a pass. A kiss from him would be nice. He had a sensual mouth, full lips. I wondered if I dared to start something.

      Paul tipped his head back and stared up to the sky. The fire cast grotesque shadows on his throat. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘whenever I’m out here at night and looking up at the stars, I always wonder. I mean, I feel like such a small thing compared to all that up there. I think that I’m just one little person and there’re billions of people and this is just one little planet and there’re billions of planets.’ He looked over. ‘Do you ever think about stuff like that?’

      ‘Sometimes.’

      There was silence. The fire crackled.

      ‘And yet,’ he said, his eyes on the stars again, ‘every one of us still has dreams.’

      We stayed out very late. Paul and I talked for so long that the fire fell into embers and the cold held us rigid in its grasp. I had never come across anyone like Paul before, who found places like these bare plains beautiful and who thought about things like the stars. When we finally gave in and drove home, heater and dog stench going full blast, it was after three in the morning.

      ‘What are you carrying in there?’ he asked as we neared my block. ‘I saw you get in with it.’ He indicated a brown grocery sack.

      ‘It’s a gift I got,’ I said and opened the bag to show him.

      He touched it. ‘It’s soft, isn’t it?’

      I nodded and took the turquoise shawl out, laying it across my jeans.

      

      I had become frightened on the way home, thinking that my father might be waiting up for me. I dreaded to think of the state he would be in because I had stayed out so late. And I was so tired that I didn’t feel able to cope with anyone’s anger just then. So, when we reached my house, it was with great relief that I saw all the lights were out except the porch lamp.

      As noiselessly as possible, I let myself into the house and tiptoed up the stairs. My eyes had long since grown accustomed to darkness. СКАЧАТЬ