over windows; weeds sticking out all over the place;
and a barnyards worth of animals running wild。 Im talking dogs; cats; chickens; even snakes。
I swear to God; her brothers have a boa constrictor in
their room。 They dragged me in there when I was about ten and made me watch it eat a rat。
A live; beady…eyed rat。 They held that rodent up by its
tail and gulp; the boa swallowed it whole。 That snake gave me nightmares for a month。
Anyway; normally I wouldnt care about someones yard; but the Bakers mess bugged my
dad big…time; and he channeled his frustration into our
yard。 He said it was our neighborly duty to show them what a yards supposed to look like。
So while Mike and Matt are busy plumping up their boa;
Im having to mow and edge our yard; then sweep the walkways and gutter; which is going a
little overboard; if you ask me。
And youd think Julis dad—whos a big; strong; bricklaying dude — would fix the place up;
but no。 According to my mom; he spends all his free
time painting。 His landscapes dont seem like anything special to me; but judging by his price
tags; he thinks quite a lot of them。 We see them every
year at the Mayfield County Fair; and my parents always say the same thing: “The world
would have more beauty in it if hed fix up the yard instead。”
Mom and Julis mom do talk some。 I think my mom feels sorry for Mrs。 Baker — she says
she married a dreamer; and because of that; one of the
two of them will always be unhappy。
Whatever。 Maybe Julis aesthetic sensibilities have been permanently screwed up by her
father and none of this is her fault; but Juli has always
thought that that sycamore tree was Gods gift to our little corner of the universe。
Back in the third and fourth grades she used to clown around with her brothers in the
branches or peel big chunks of bark off so they could slide
down the crook in its trunk。 It seemed like they were playing in it whenever my mom took us
somewhere in the car。 Julid be swinging from the
branches; ready to fall and break every bone in her body; while we were waiting at the
stoplight; and my mom would shake her head and say; “Dont
you ever climb that tree like that; do you hear me; Bryce? I never want to see you doing that!
You either; Lyta。 That is much too dangerous。”
My sister would roll her eyes and say; “As if;” while Id slump beneath the window and pray
for the light to change before Juli squealed my name