tears flowing from his eyes.

"I'll fix whatever can be fixed. Uncle Simon," I

promised, tears falling from my chin as well. "You'll plant again, Simon." Mommy said. "Go

on."

Daddy put his hand under Uncle Simon's arm,

more to urge him up than to lift him. He rose, slowly,

looking after Grandad, not so much with hate and

anger in his face now as much as confusion. "I won't let him be my father," he said. Mommy

smiled.

"I don't blame you," she said.

Uncle Simon shook his head. He looked at the

destroyed garden and then toward the direction

Grandad had fled.

"Can't be," he said. "Can't be." He let Daddy

guide him away.

"Wait," Mommy called after them. Daddy

turned to her. "Don't take him back to that barn. Take

him to Peter's room in the house," she ordered. Daddy smiled and nodded.

"C'mon, Simon. It's time you came home,"

Daddy told him.

Mommy put her arm around me. I had finally

stopped shaking and had swallowed down the lump

that had closed my throat. My tears felt frozen over

my eyes.

"You all right. Haney?"

"Yes." I looked after the devastated garden. "I'll

fix whatever I can."

"Okay. I'll go finish making the soup and give

him something for his fever." She looked after

Grandad Forman. "If that lunatic comes back, came

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