The Giver, Gathering Blue, Messenger, Son. Lois Lowry

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      “What gender is it?” Lily asked.

      “Male,” Father said. “He’s a sweet little male with a lovely disposition. But he isn’t growing as fast as he should, and he doesn’t sleep soundly. We have him in the extra care section for supplementary nurturing, but the committee’s beginning to talk about releasing him.”

      “Oh, no,” Mother murmured sympathetically. “I know how sad that must make you feel.”

      Jonas and Lily both nodded sympathetically as well. Release of newchildren was always sad, because they hadn’t had a chance to enjoy life within the community yet. And they hadn’t done anything wrong.

      There were only two occasions of release which were not punishment. Release of the elderly, which was a time of celebration for a life well and fully lived; and release of a newchild, which always brought a sense of what-could-we-have-done. This was especially troubling for the Nurturers, like Father, who felt they had failed somehow. But it happened very rarely.

      “Well,” Father said, “I’m going to keep trying. I may ask the committee for permission to bring him here at night, if you don’t mind. You know what the night-crew Nurturers are like. I think this little guy needs something extra.”

      “Of course,” Mother said, and Jonas and Lily nodded. They had heard Father complain about the night crew before. It was a lesser job, night-crew nurturing, assigned to those who lacked the interest or skills or insight for the more vital jobs of the daytime hours. Most of the people on the night crew had not even been given spouses because they lacked, somehow, the essential capacity to connect to others, which was required for the creation of a family unit.

      “Maybe we could even keep him,” Lily suggested sweetly, trying to look innocent. The look was fake, Jonas knew; they all knew.

      “Lily,” Mother reminded her, smiling, “you know the rules.”

      Two children – one male, one female – to each family unit. It was written very clearly in the rules.

      Lily giggled. “Well,” she said, “I thought maybe just this once.”

      Next, Mother, who held a prominent position at the Department of Justice, talked about her feelings. Today a repeat offender had been brought before her, someone who had broken the rules before. Someone who she hoped had been adequately and fairly punished, and who had been restored to his place: to his job, his home, his family unit. To see him brought before her a second time caused her overwhelming feelings of frustration and anger. And even guilt, that she hadn’t made a difference in his life.

      “I feel frightened, too, for him,” she confessed. “You know that there’s no third chance. The rules say that if there’s a third transgression, he simply has to be released.”

      Jonas shivered. He knew it happened. There was even a boy in his group of Elevens whose father had been released years before. No one ever mentioned it; the disgrace was unspeakable. It was hard to imagine.

      Lily stood up and went to her mother. She stroked her mother’s arm.

      From his place at the table, Father reached over and took her hand. Jonas reached for the other.

      One by one, they comforted her. Soon she smiled, thanked them, and murmured that she felt soothed.

      The ritual continued. “Jonas?” Father asked. “You’re last, tonight.”

      Jonas sighed. This evening he almost would have preferred to keep his feelings hidden. But it was, of course, against the rules.

      “I’m feeling apprehensive,” he confessed, glad that the appropriate descriptive word had finally come to him.

      “Why is that, son?” His father looked concerned.

      “I know there’s really nothing to worry about,” Jonas explained, “and that every adult has been through it. I know you have, Father, and you too, Mother. But it’s the Ceremony that I’m apprehensive about. It’s almost December.”

      Lily looked up, her eyes wide. “The Ceremony of Twelve,” she whispered in an awed voice. Even the smallest children – Lily’s age and younger – knew that it lay in the future for each of them.

      “I’m glad you told us of your feelings,” Father said.

      “Lily,” Mother said, beckoning to the little girl. “Go on now and get into your nightclothes. Father and I are going to stay here and talk to Jonas for a while.”

      Lily sighed, but obediently she got down from her chair. “Privately?” she asked.

      Mother nodded. “Yes,” she said. “This talk will be a private one with Jonas.”

      

      JONAS WATCHED AS his father poured a fresh cup of coffee. He waited.

      “You know,” his father finally said, “every December was exciting to me when I was young. And it has been for you and Lily, too, I’m sure. Each December brings such changes.”

      Jonas nodded. He could remember the Decembers back to when he had become, well, probably a Four. The earlier ones were lost to him. But he observed them each year, and he remembered Lily’s earliest Decembers. He remembered when his family received Lily, the day she was named, the day that she had become a One.

      The Ceremony for the Ones was always noisy and fun. Each December, all the newchildren born in the previous year turned One. One at a time – there were always fifty in each year’s group, if none had been released – they had been brought to the stage by the Nurturbers who had cared for them since birth. Some were already walking, wobbly on their unsteady legs; others were no more than a few days old, wrapped in blankets, held by their Nurturers.

      “I enjoy the Naming,” Jonas said.

      His mother agreed, smiling. “The year we got Lily, we knew, of course, that we’d receive our female, because we’d made our application and been approved. But I’d been wondering and wondering what her name would be.”

      “I could have sneaked a look at the list prior to the ceremony,” Father confided. “The committee always makes the list in advance, and it’s right there in the office at the Nurturing Centre.

      “As a matter of fact,” he went on, “I feel a little guilty about this. But I did go in this afternoon and looked to see if this year’s Naming list had been made yet. It was right there in the office, and I looked up number Thirty-six – that’s the little guy I’ve been concerned about – because it occurred to me that it might enhance his nurturing if I could call him by a name. Just privately, of course, when no one else is around.”

      “Did you find it?” Jonas asked. He was fascinated. It didn’t seem a terribly important rule, but the fact that his father had broken a rule at all awed him. He glanced at his mother, the one responsible СКАЧАТЬ