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A SNEAK PEEK . . .
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CHAPTER ONE
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Bam.
Not bad, Joey says. He comes and stands next to
me. He smells like the lime Dad cuts up for his gin
and tonic before dinner.
Joeys turn. Bam.
My turn. Bam.
His turn. Bam.
My turn. Bam.
Crap, he says.
Crap, I say.
Double crap.
Triple crap. Dad says swearing is inappropriate
and not what he expects to hear from either of his
daughters. I dont know if crap is officially a swear,
but I do know there are lots of more polite words in
the English language.
Joey picks up a whole handful of rocks. He throws
them into the air, and they smash down on the road.
Is your moms leg okay? he asks.
Not really.
That sucks.
Yeah, it sucks. My heart is pounding.
I love chocolate pudding, Joey says.
I pick up more rocks and hand them over to Joey.
He throws them up really, really high, and we run out
of the way to make sure they dont crash down on us.
When will they let you in? I ask.
When theyre good and ready, he says, flapping
at the mosquitoes near his face.
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Rachel and I are in the middle of Salt Marsh Lane,
singing louder than the rain that gushes down on us
and smacks the asphalt like a zillion tiny drumbeats
while we twist and shout in our matching green bikinis. Finally the skys opened up after way too many
days of the 3 hshazy, hot, and humid.
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My favorite bird in August is the red-throated loon,
and my favorite time to see the loons is now, when
the rest of the family is still sleeping. I need to move
fast so that Im up and at em before Dad wakes up.
He has an early patient four days a week, so the odds
are good that this is one of those days. I wouldnt
want to be him and listen to people talk about their
problems when the day is just beginning and nod uhhuh, uh-huh, uh-huh, like I understand everything
about everything.
I slept in my green bikini, so all I need to do is
pull on my jean cutoffs. Ive got my knapsack prepacked with my birthday binoculars, notebook, pen,
and pennywhistle, and I grab it off the hook on the
back of my door. I slide down the banister so I can
avoid the stairs squeaks. Breakfast is important for
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Oh, oh, Mom says, fluttering her hands like butterflies around my face, you, my girl, are the loveliest
creature on all of Cape Cod, the prettiest one on land
or sea. Were sitting together at the kitchen table,
and Moms pulled my curly hair into a twisty bun and
tied her purple silk scarf around my neck. Dad would
not approve of a hairbrush on the kitchen table, but
Dad isnt here. Just me and Mom. Just Mom and me.
I turn up Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass.
Mom smiles at me. Her leg hurts a lot less today,
and she thinks that maybe whatever ugly beast
grabbed hold of it has let go. As Dad was walking out
the door to go to his office this morning, I heard him
say to Mom, Promise me that youll lie low on your
alone night with Chirp and read a book or just take
a bath, but now shes reaching for me, swaying and
bending like dune grass in the wind.
Cmon, Snap Pea, she says, twirling in front of
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Mom?
First she rubs her face. Then she looks around.
Then she rubs her face again. It takes forever before
she opens up the jacket. I slip the record in. On the
album cover is a lady with whipped cream all over her
body and a blob of whipped cream on her head. Mom
and I look and look together. Were careful observers.
Finally Mom smiles. Mmmm-mmm, she says.
Whipped cream.
Mmmm-mmm, I say, smiling, too. While its still
just the two of us, just us and no one else, we turn
off the downstairs lights. We flick the porch light on
and sit together in the living room on the gold velour
couch in the almost-dark and cricket-quiet.
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CHAPTER TWO
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trying to decide how much he should push me to express myself, which he thinks is an important thing
for me to learn to do better. On our last alone night,
he bought me an ice cream sundae at Bensons and
asked a ton of questions, like What is it about having just turned eleven thats special? and Why do you
like to watch birds? I just wanted to eat my chocolate
ice cream with hot fudge and whipped cream, but I
made myself answer all of Dads questions. My answers werent long enough or deep enough, though,
because I noticed Dads forehead all wrinkly with disappointment.
Rachels leaning forward in her chair, looking right
at Dad and smiling. She reminds me of Sally, who
always raises her hand in class and never blurts out,
even when its a hard math problem and shes the
only one with the answer.
Once when I asked Rachel what she and Dad did
on their alone night, she looked at me like it was the
craziest question.
We discussed things, Chirp, she said. Important
things. Thats what Daddy and I always do.
Now Dad asks, What about you, Rachel? How are
you feeling about the start of school?
Well, Rachel says, setting down her fork and taking an excited breath, its been a great summer so
far, but theres a lot about starting eighth grade that
Im looking forward to. I expect that Ill learn all kinds
of new things about
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Ready for our expedition? Mom asks. Shes wearing her floppy orange sunhat andjust like meher
black one-piece bathing suit under her jean cutoffs.
Ready, I say. Every year Mom and I celebrate
the end of summer by going for a hike on the Wood
Thrush Trail, just a few minutes drive up Route 6.
But this year Moms leg isnt quite up to it. Our expedition today was my idea, which Mom says is proof
that she can always count on me for creative solutions.
Ive already schlepped the duffel bags with the
fold-up kayak, my backpack with my binocs, and a
canvas bag that Mom packed with hard-boiled eggs,
cheese, Wheat Thins, and watermelon out to the
car. Joey Morell watched me from his front porch.
Hes always just sitting out there by himself. Moving out? he said, but I pretended not to hear him,
because even though he didnt throw rocks at me the
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tons on the road. Well try to be home for the High Holidays. If not, please forgive us. All our love, Hannah/
Mom, Chirp
Mom pulls off Route 6 onto a paved road that
turns into a dirt road that turns into a bumpy sandy
road that most summer people arent brave enough
to drive on. Mom looks nervous, biting on her bottom lip, but I know shes determined that well have
our expedition, since her achy leg already messed
up our tradition of hiking on the Wood Thrush Trail
and Mom is a big believer in traditions. Here we go,
she says every time we hit a new bump or a blackberry bramble swipes our window. Even though Mom
knows exactly where we are, this looks like the kind
of road you could get lost on. Mom hates getting
lost. Last Thanksgiving when we were going to visit
Grandma and Grandpa, we took a wrong turn on the
highwayand Mom and Dad got in a fight right in front
of us and Dad said, You have got to work out this
ancient fear, Hannah, because its absolutely impossible! and Mom yelled, Im doing just fine, Mr. Privileged Childhood! and Dad yelled, Well, this is a good
way to begin the visit with my parents! and Mom
yelled, At least you have parents to visit! because
both of her parents have been dead for years. Rachel
whispered to me, Mom hates getting lost because of
the orphanage, which I still dont really understand.
Mom, is the reason you hate getting lost
Shah, Chirp. Im concentrating here, she says,
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Naomi Eva
Everyone giggles.
Orenstein?
Here.
Thats the way it works. You always giggle at everyones middle name when its read out loud during
attendance on the first day of school. I turn around
in my seat and try to look mad, which is what Im
supposed to do. Actually, I like my middle name, because it belonged to my great-grandmother on Moms
side, who was one smart Russian lady who knew
enough to hide out in a field from the Cossacks for
three days and nights with her two daughters and
just one little bit of cheese and a piece of bread so
they wouldnt be picked on and maybe even killed
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CHAPTER THREE
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I have the privilege of reading in the reading corner,
since I proved to Miss Gallagher that I understand
how the Pilgrims and Indians helped each other out,
by getting all of my multiple choices on the worksheet
right.
Your pick, Naomi, Miss Gallagher said, smiling,
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the
product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Text copyright 2014 by Esther Ehrlich
Jacket and interior art copyright 2014 by Teagan White
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Wendy Lamb Books,
an imprint of Random House Childrens Books, a division of Random House LLC,
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Wendy Lamb Books and the colophon are trademarks of
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Ehrlich, Esther.
Nest/by Esther Ehrlich. First edition.
pages cm
ISBN978-0-385-38607-4(trade)ISBN978-0-385-38608-1(lib.bdg.)
ISBN978-0-385-38609-8(ebook)ISBN978-0-385-38610-4(pbk.) [1.Family
lifeMassachusettsCape CodFiction. 2.Multiple sclerosisFiction. 3.Sick
Fiction. 4.SchoolsFiction. 5.Bird watchingFiction. 6.Cape Cod (Mass.)
History20th centuryFiction.] I.Title.
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Book design by Stephanie Moss
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