The Color Of Light. Emilie Richards

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      Now he was smiling at her brother, listening as Dougie chatted a mile a minute, either giving away their family secrets or explaining that while most people were descended from Adam and Eve, Dougie himself was descended from space aliens. He’d gotten that from some television show when they’d still had money for cheap motels. Half the time she thought maybe he was right. Space aliens would explain a lot about her brother.

      “Hello again,” the man said when she joined them. “You and I met yesterday. Or almost. I’m Isaiah Colburn.” He held out his hand, and she grudgingly took it and told him her name.

      “This is my brother, Dougie, and he was supposed to wait for me over there.” She nodded back toward the church.

      “You didn’t say I had to stay in that exact spot! And you found me, didn’t you?”

      She glared at him. “After I looked.”

      Isaiah laughed. “I have an older sister, and she still gets upset if I’m not doing exactly what she thinks I ought to.”

      “Well, I’m in charge of him.”

      “And doing a fine job from what I can tell. Dougie was very careful not to cross the street.”

      “It’s like trying to keep a hummingbird on a leash.”

      He laughed again. “You’re living here now?”

      “I’m sure you figured that out. We’re that homeless family.”

      “Not anymore.”

      “Not for two more weeks anyway. Unless Dougie here blows it.” She glared at her brother again.

      “Reverend Wagner said she’s going to try to find you a better place?”

      It took her a moment to figure out he meant Analiese. “Yeah, she’s okay. But I don’t think everybody is as nice as she is. I don’t think the rest of them want us here.”

      “Are you guessing?”

      “Educated guessing. We make people remember that the thing that happened to us could happen to them.”

      He whistled softly. “Good insight, Shiloh.”

      “It’s not worth as much as a month’s rent.”

      “I know this has been a tough time for you and your family.”

      “You could say that.”

      “He just did,” Dougie said.

      She was surprised her brother had actually been listening. Dougie was usually off in his own little world.

      “I notice you’re not in school,” Isaiah said. “Are you going to register today?”

      “School’s a waste of time. I’m teaching Dougie. We’re about to take a walk and look at trees.”

      “I’m a big admirer of trees. That sycamore there?” Isaiah pointed to a tree closer to the parish house with a few yellow leaves clinging to its branches. “It’s special because of the bark. All trees have to shed or stretch their bark to grow, but the sycamore’s bark is rigid and it can’t stretch. So it splits open and that’s what gives the tree its mottled appearance.”

      “What’s mottled?” Dougie asked.

      “Different colors. Want to go look up close?”

      Shiloh hadn’t known what kind of tree that was and frankly hadn’t cared. But now she trooped along, and more surprisingly, so did her brother, who suddenly seemed interested.

      Isaiah lifted a yellowed leaf off the ground beneath the sycamore and gave it to Dougie, talking about the shape, using his hand to explain what palmate meant. “Squirrels like these trees because the branches twist and turn, and that helps them feel safer from predators. Without the leaves you can see the branches better.” He pointed up.

      “How do you know so much?” Shiloh asked.

      “I spend a lot of time outdoors when I can. Trees interest me.” He inclined his head. “What interests you?”

      “A roof over our heads?”

      “What else? When you aren’t worrying, which is rare, I know, but what interests you both that has nothing to do with your situation?”

      The question was so direct and so, well, interesting, that she couldn’t tell him to shove off. He seemed to really care about her answer.

      “I like to run,” Dougie said. “As fast as I can, and I’m fast. I really, really am.”

      “I just bet. Do you like sports?”

      “He wouldn’t know,” Shiloh said. “Running’s free, and you can do it anywhere.”

      “So you can. And it’s good practice for everything else, too.”

      “If bad guys come, I can get away,” Dougie said.

      Isaiah looked sadder, but he nodded. “Well, I was thinking more of baseball and football. That kind of thing.”

      “I like to fish. My dad fishes, and he used to take me with him when I was really little.”

      Isaiah nodded again, as if Dougie’s words were somehow profound. “And you, Shiloh?”

      The question should have been easy, but it wasn’t. She had packed away everything that interested her, like the boxes from their home that went into a storage unit until they couldn’t afford to pay the rent anymore. Now all those things were probably gone forever, her childhood toys, the quilts her grandmother had made. Gone. And with them anything she had once liked to do.

      She could see he understood that she wasn’t just being stubborn. She had given up being interested in anything other than survival.

      “I think you like to read,” he said.

      “Shiloh gets magazines out of the recycling,” Dougie said. “For her and for me.”

      “That’s the best kind of recycling,” Isaiah said. “What magazines do you like?”

      “Whatever.”

      “Everything, in other words.”

      “I guess. I like news. It makes me feel better.”

      “Because you realize things could be worse?”

      She nodded, just a little. She was surprised how much he understood. “I hate People magazine. Those kinds of magazines, you know? Those people have no idea how good they have it, and they’re always whining.”

      “You don’t like whining.”

      “If I say yes, I’ll be whining.”

      He laughed, a deep laugh like his СКАЧАТЬ