Jared
grins, still study-ing the linesAnd then... Jared
grins, still study-ing the linesAnd then his voice is heavier“People likemy fatherIf he and my
brothers had hidden rather than fought Well, they'd still be here
My tone is softer, hearing the pain in his“Okay, I agree with the theoryBut these lines
don'tmean anything
“Tell me again what he said when he drew them“They were arguing–Uncle Jeb and my dadUncle Jeb was trying to convince him that
something was wrong, telling him not to trust anyoneJeb grabbed the
photo album from the end table and started… almostcarving the lines into the back cover with a
pencilDad got mad, said my
prada fringe mom would be angryJeb said, 'Linda's mom asked you all to
come up for a visit, right? Kind of strange, out of the blue? Got a little upset when only Linda
would come? Tell you the truth, Trev, I don't think Linda will be minding anything much when
she gets backOh, she might act like it, but you'll be able to tell the difference' It didn't make
sense at the time, but what he said really upset my dadHe ordered Uncle Jeb out of the house
Jeb wouldn't leave at firstKept warning us not to wait until it was too lateHe grabbed my
shoulder and pulled me into his side'Don't let 'em get you,
chanel replica bag free shipping honey,' he whisperedStart at the beginning and follow the linesUncle Jeb'll keep a safe place for you' That's
when Dad shoved him out the door
Jared nods absently, still studying“The beginning… the beginning… It has to mean
something
“Does it? They're just squiggles, JaredIt's not like a map–they don't even connect
“There's something about the first one, thoughI could swear I've seen it
somewhere before“Maybe he told Aunt MaggieMaybe she got better directions
“Maybe,” he says, and continues to stare at Uncle Jeb's squiggles
She dragged me back in time, to a much, much older memory–a memory
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for a long whileI was surprised to realize that she had only put these memories, the old and the
fresh, together recentlyThat was why the lines had slipped through her careful
control despite the fact that they were one of the most precious of her secrets–because of the
urgency of her discovery
In this blurry early memory, Melanie sat in her father's lap with the same album–not so tattered
then–open in her handsHer hands were tiny, her fingers stubbyIt was very strange to
remember being a child in this body
They were on the first page
“Do you remember where this is?”
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pageThe paper looks thinner than the other photographs, as if it has worn down–flatter and
flatter and flatter–since some great-great-grandpa took it
“It's where we Stryders come from,” I answer, repeating what I've been taughtThat's the old Stryder ranchYou went there once, but I bet you don't remember itI
think you were eighteen months old“It's been Stryder land since the very
beginning”
And then the memory of the picture itselfA picture she'd looked at a thousand times without
everseeing itIt was black and white, faded to
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