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maybe I could spend lunch with him instead。 His hair smelled like watermelon； and his ear…
lobes had fuzz。 Soft； blond fuzz。 And I wondered about
that。 How does a boy with such black hair wind up with blond ear fuzz？ What's it doing there；
anyway？ I checked my own ear…lobes in the mirror but
couldn't find much of anything on them； and I didn't spot any on other people's either。
I thought about asking Mr。 Mertins about earlobe fuzz when we were discussing evolution in
science； but I didn't。 Instead； I spent the year
whispering spelling words； sniffing watermelon； and wondering if I was ever going to get my
kiss。
Buddy； Beware！
Seventh grade brought changes； all right； but the biggest one didn't happen at school — it
happened at home。 Granddad Duncan came to live with
us。
At first it was kind of weird because none of us really knew him。 Except for Mom； of course。
And even though she's spent the past year and a half
trying to convince us he's a great guy； from what I can tell； the thing he likes to do best is
stare out the front…room window。 There's not much to see
out there except the Bakers' front yard； but you can find him there day or night； sitting in the
big easy chair they moved in with him； staring out the
window。
Okay； so he also reads Tom Clancy novels and the newspapers and does crossword puzzles
and tracks his stocks； but those things are all
distractions。 Given no one to justify it to； the man would stare out the window until he fell
asleep。 Not that there's anything wrong with that。 It just
seems so … boring。
Mom says he stares like that because he misses Grandma； but that's not something
Granddad had ever discussed with me。 As a matter of fact；
he never discussed much of anything with me until a few months ago when he read about
Juli in the newspaper。
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Now； Juli Baker did not wind up on the front page of the Mayfield Times for being an eighth…
grade Einstein； like you might suspect。 No； my
friend； she got front…page coverage because she refused to climb out of a sycamore tree。
Not that I could tell a sycamore from a maple or a birch for that matter； but Juli； of course；
knew what kind of tree it was and passed that
knowledge along to every creature in her wake。
So this tree； this sycamore tree； was up the hill on a vacant lot on Collier Street； and it was
massive。 Massive and ugly。 It was twisted and gnarled
and bent； and I kept expecting the thing to blow over in the wind。
One day last year I'd finally had enough of her yakking about that stupid tree。 I came right out
and told her that it was not a magnificent sycamore；
it was； in reality； the ugliest tree known to man。 And you know what she said？ She said I was
visually challenged。 Visually challenged！ This from the
girl who lives in a house that's the scourge of the neighborhood。 They've got bushes growing
over windows； weeds sticking out all over the place；
and a barnyard's worth of animals running wild。 I'm 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 wouldn't care about someone's 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 yard's supposed to look like。
So while Mike and Matt are busy plumping up their boa；
I'm having to mow and edge our yard； then sweep the walkways and gutter； which is going a
little overboard； if you ask me。
And you'd think Juli's dad—who's 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 don't 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 he'd fix up the yard instead。”
Mom and Juli's 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 Juli's 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 God's 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。 Juli'd 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； “Don't
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 I'd slump beneath the window and pray
for the light to change before Juli squealed my name
for the world to hear。
I did try to climb it once in the fifth grade。 It was the day after Juli had rescued my kite from
its mutant toy…eating foliage。 She climbed miles up to
get my kite； and when she came down； she was actually very cool about it。 She didn't hold
my kite hostage and stick her lips out like I was afraid
she might。 She just handed it over and then backed away。
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I was relieved； but I also felt like a weenie。 When I'd seen where my kite was trapped； I was
sure it was a goner。 Not Juli。 She scrambled up and