Authors: Holly Thompson
I start
thinking
seeing
sketching
in my head
as the service goes on
tearful speeches one after another
tributes to Lisa
pleas to us all
it is like
I am drawing in the dirt
in the
mikan
groves
with Koichi
later I tell
Emi
my mother
my father
and they tell me to draw
in earnest
and take me to an art store
for supplies
and then I do a difficult thing
which is to call
your mother
to tell her
my idea
she invites me to come
to your house the next week
after school
and there
in your dining room
your dogs checking me out
I unroll and show her
my plan
which is
for a path
of flat stones
that meanders
through the orchard
one stone to represent
each of us former
eighth-grade girls
stones leading to a gazebo
with benches for
sitting
talking
watching the trees
the rhythm of the year
in sap, leaves, buds, fruit
the cycle of growth and rest
growth and rest
I tell her that
every year when the
apples are in blossom
we’ll gather
decorate the gazebo
with new greens
bring you and Lisa
your favorite foods
and light small welcome fires
for you both
to join us
and maybe we’ll sing
or play some music
maybe we’ll dance
or at least walk
around the gazebo
and maybe we’ll picnic
in the orchard
or maybe not
but definitely we’ll share
our hopes
dreams
goals
all the ways we promise
to survive
another year
without you both
your mother
nods
and starts to move her mouth
but then she furrows her brow
and says
just one thing—
can you make
those stepping stones enough
for all the eighth-grade girls
and boys?
I say
of course
not knowing why
I didn’t think of that myself
then I wait
as your mother studies my drawings
leans over them
runs her fingers over my
careful pen lines and letters
and underneath
the dogs sigh and
settle down
at my feet
she sits up straight
breathes in deep
with effort it seems
yes
she finally says
she would be pleased
if I shared the plan with
Jake and his family
and if they approve
and your father and brother approve
and if Lisa’s godparents approve
she would be especially pleased
if I made the design
and built the memorial
with everyone’s help
as I leave your house
to bike home
I am bursting with
ideas
pedaling madly
nearly going off
the side of the road
into a ditch
I find my mother in the field
tending her Japanese pumpkins
and I share the news
later I call Jake
who comes over to check the plans
no, scrutinize the plans
and make suggestions
and when we get the go-ahead
I call Ken
and Abby and Emily
and Gina
and Namita
who all agree to help
with the construction
if I will tell them
what to do
I don’t tell them that first
I have to learn
myself
what to do
I call others
every single one
of last year’s eighth-grade girls
and boys
and very last I call Noah
who I’d forgotten
I had a crush on
way back
in the months
that seem like
ages ago
before all this happened
Noah, who I have not even
thought of once
in that way
since you walked up the hill
to Osgoods’ orchard
that night
just looking at him
used to be hard for me
talking to him
unthinkable
but now I just call
start speaking
right away
and he, too
says sure,
he’ll help
so I start the plans
for real
I visit
lumberyards
hardware stores
garden centers
websites
libraries
stonecutters
and even sign up for
a continuing-ed carpentry course
at the community college
knowing that
next spring we’ll gather for you
and Lisa
meet with you
feed your spirits
and afterward
we’ll say farewell
for a year
and we’ll
go on
My deepest gratitude to all my
mikan
farming friends in the Nishiura district of Numazu City, Shizuoka Prefecture, most especially Hiroshi Arai and family, who welcomed me into their groves for eighteen months to learn every aspect of
mikan
cultivation, from planting to harvest. Enormous thanks also to Ellen Hopkins and Suzanne Morgan Williams for the Nevada SCBWI Mentor Program and to my amazing mentor, Esther Hershenhorn; to Gerda Klein and Randi Klein, for their patient guidance; to my careful readers Adam Clark, Asako Clark, Laura Shovan and Avery Udagawa; to all my SCBWI Tokyo writer and illustrator friends; to my agent, Jamie Weiss Chilton; and to my editor, Françoise Bui. And thanks always and forever to Bob, Dexter and Isabel—you keep me going.
HOLLY THOMPSON grew up in New England. She earned a BA in biology from Mount Holyoke College and an MA in English with a concentration in creative writing from New York University. A longtime resident of Japan, she teaches creative and academic writing at Yokohama City University. Her stories and articles have been published in magazines in the United States and Japan, and she is the author of the novel
Ash
and the picture book
The Wakame Gatherers
. Visit her online at
hatbooks.com
.