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Bryce Loski

All ever I wanted was for Juli Baker to leave me alone. It all began

in the summer of 1957,before the start of second grade.

-Here we are.

–

haha

–

What do you guys think

–

I like this place.

–It’s cool.

–

Uh,what color is my room?

-Just you wait.

-

Let’s see what’s

inside.

–Hey, come on, buddy Bryce. Why don’t, uh, you and I go help unload

the van…and the womenfolk here can get in the kitchen and start

setting up.

–

Okay. Dad.

For me, it was the beginning of what would be more than half a decade

of strategic avoidance and social discomfort.

-

Hi, I’m Juli Baker.

–

Hey, hey, what are you doing

–Don’t you want some help

–No. there’s some valuable things in there.

–

How about this one

–No, no, no. Run home, your mother’s probably wondering where you

are.

–Oh, no,my mom knows where I am. She said it’s fine.

It didn’t take long to realize this girl could not take a hint.

–It’s crowded in here with three people.

–I don’t mind.

Of any kind.

–

You wanna push this one together

–Bryce, isn’t it time for you to go help your mother

–

Huh Oh, yeah.

I mean, nothing would stop her. I was about to tell her to get lost

when the weirdest thing happened. I couldn’t believe it. There I was

holding hands with this strange girl. How did I get into this mess

–Well, hello. I see you’ve met my son. –

Uh-huh.

Finally, I did the only manly thing available when you’re 7 years old.

However, my troubles were far from over.. The minute I walked into

Miss Yels

on’s classroom…

-

Bryce You’re here.

It was clear, school would not be a sanctuary.

–Hey, Bryce, where’s your girlfriend

I was branded for life.

–Hey, Bryce,why don’t you ask her to marry you

–

Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

My first y

ear in town was a disaster. And the next three weren’t much

better. But finally, in the sixth grade, I took action. I hatched the

plan.

–

Sherry. Sherry, wait up.

–

Hi, Bryce.

Heh. I asked out Sherry Stalls (I was wondering if you wanted to go…).

To full a

ppreciate the brilliance of this plan…you have to understand

that Juli always hated Sherry Stalls…though I never understood why.

Sherry was nice, friendly and she had a lot of hair.

-

At first, my mother wouldn’t let me get my ears pierced, but I

begged…

Th

e idea was that Sherry would eat with me maybe we’d walk around

together, and hopefully Juli would lost interest.

–But I still can’t get the hoops till I’m 16.

–Oh, that’s a shame.

–

So Melanie wanted to get her ears pierced, but of course her mother

said no. So she threw a fit and smashed her Johnny Mathis Greatest

Hits album and she got grounded, so now she can’t come to my pajama

sleepover party.

Things were unfolding quite nicely.

-What are you doing for your science project?

That is, until my supposed best friend, Garrett Einbinder took an

interest in Sherry himself.

-I was thinking of showing how split ends react with different hair

conditioners.

–That’s fascinating.

Loyalty gave way to dedire and Garrett, the turncoat told Sherry what

I was up to.

She didn’t take it well. Word got back to Juli, and pretty soon she

started up with the goo-goo eyes again. Only this time it was worse.

She started sniffing me. That’s right, sniffing me. What’s that all

about My only consolation was that next year would be different.

Junior high, bigger school. Maybe we’d be in different classes and it

would finally, finally be over.

Juli Baker

The first day I met Bryce Loski, I flipped. It was those eyes,

something in those dazzling eyes.

-You wanna push this one together

His family had just moved into the neighborhood and I’d gone to help

them. I’d been in the van all of two minutes when his

dad sent him

off to help his mom. I could see he didn’t wanna go. So I chased

after him to see if we could play a little before he got trapped

inside. The next thing I know, he’s holdidng my hand and looking

right into my eyes. My heart stopped. Was this it Would this be my

first kiss But then his mother came out.

–

Well, hello.

And he was so embarrassed, his cheeks turned completely red. I went to

bed that night thinking of the kiss that might have been. I mean, it

was clear he has feelings for me, but he was just too shy to show them.

My mother said boys were like that. So I decided to help him out.

–Bryce You’re here.

I would give him plenty of opportunity to get over his shyness. By the

sixth grade, I’d learned to control myself. Then Sherry Stalls

entered the picture. Sherry Stalls was nothing but a whiny, gossipy,

backstabbing flirt. All hair and no substance. And she was holding

hands with Bryce. My Bryce. The one who was walking around with my

first kiss. My solution was to ignore her. I knew a bo

y of Bryce’s

caliber would eventually see through a shallow conniver like Sherry

Stalls. It took all of a week. Then broke up at recess. She didn’t

take it well. Now that Bryce was out of Sherry’s evil clutches, he

started being nicer to me.

–

Hi, Juli.

–

Hi, Bryce.

He was so shy and so cute and his hair, it smelled like watermelon. I

couldn’t get enough of it. I spent the whole year secretly sniffing

watermelon and wondering if I was ever going to get my kiss.

Bryce Loski

Seventh grade brought changes, al

l right. But the biggest one didn’t

happen at school. It happened at home. My grandfather came to live

with us. Mom said he stared like that because he missed Grandma. That

was not something Grandpa would ever talk about with me. As a matter

of fact, he never talked about much of anything with me. That is,

until Juli appeared in the local newspaper.

-Oh, Bryce. My I speak with you

–

What

–

Have a seat, son.

–

Tell me about your friend Juli Baker.

–Juli. She’s not exactly my friend.

–Oh. Why’s that

–

Why do you wanna know?

Now, Juli Baker did not wind up in The Mayfield Times for being an

eighth-grade Einstein. No, she got front-page coverage because she

refused to climb out of a sycamore tree. Juli Baker and that stupid

sycamore tree. She always thought it

was God’s gift to our little

corner of the universe.

–

Hey, Bryce. Wanna come climb the tree with me and my brothers

–

No, thanks.

–Bryce. Come up here. It’s fun. You can see everything.

–I can’t. My dad needs me to help him fix…a thing.

That’s all I needed. Climb up a tree with Juli Baker. I’d be dragged

right back into the second grade. Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree.

Why don’t you just make me eat lima beans for the rest of my life.

–It’s three blocks away. Two blocks. One block away

.

–Like that’s valuable information.

–I hate it when she does that. I like to think there’s at least a

chance the bus won’t show.

-

I think the tree looks particularly beautiful in this light. Don’t

you

–If by “beautiful” you mean “unbeliebably ugly”, the

n, yes. I

would agree.

–You’re just visually challenged. I feel sorry for you.

“Visually challenged” “Visually challenged” This from the girl who

lived in a house that was the joke of the neighborhood They had bushes

growing over windows and weeds all over the place. It bugged my dad

bigtime.

–Oh, there he is. The bricklayer who thinks he’s a painter. That

truck’s not ugly enough in real life He’s gotta make a painting of

it

–

No, he does landscapes. Sells them at the county fair. People say

they’re bea

utiful.

–

Landscapes Let me tell you something. The world would have more

beauty in it if he’d do a little landscaping on that piece of crap he

calls a yard.

–

I feel bad for his wife. She married a dreamer. Because of that, one

of the two of them will always be unhappy.

–

Yeah, fine. But why do we have to be unhappy?

As annoying sa the yard was to my dad it was nothing compared to how

annoying Juli Baker was in that tree. “Three blocks away.” Every

morning we had to listen to the sound of her blow-by-blow traffic

report. “Two blocks.” There you go.

-Why do they call it The Three Stooges

–I mean, there’s five of them.

–

What

–Well, yeah, there’s Moe, Larry, Curly, Shemp and Curly Joe. Yeah,

but they only have three at a time.

–

Yeah.

–

You know, I hate Cur

ly Joe. I mean, he shouldn’t even be a Stooge.

-

Listen, girl. I’m this close to calling the police. You are

trespassing and obstructing progress on a contracted job.

–What’s going on –Either you come down or we’re gonna cut you down.

-

guys, come up here with me. They won’t cut it down if

we’re all up here.

–

Bus, bus, bus.

Juli was frantic. They wanted to cut down the tree. I couldn’t

understand why that mutant tangle of gnarly branches meant so much to

her.

-Bryce, please.

I felt bad for her.

–

Leave her.

But I wasn’t about to cut school over it.

–

Come on, bros.

-

Why isn’t she your friend, Bryce

–You’d have to know Juli.

–Well, I’d like to.

–

Why

–That girl has an iron backbone. Why don’t you invite her over

sometime

–An iron backbone She’s just stubborn and she’s pushy

beyond belief.

–

Is that so

–And she’s been stalking me since the second grade.

–Well, a girl like that doesn’t live next door to

everyone.

–

Lucky them.

–

Read this. Without prejudice.

Like I needed to know anything more about Juli Baker. Juli wasn’t at

the bus stop the next morning. Or the morning after that. She was at

school, but you’d never know it.

–Little Joe He’s got so much makeup on…

-

He doesn’t age.

I told myself I should be glad about it. I mean, isn’t that what I’d

always wanted But still, I felt bad for her. I was gonna tell her I

was sorry, but then I thought, hey, no…Juli Baker thinking I missed

her.

Juli Baker

I see why you like to come out here.

-Would you mind explaining it to your mother?

I loved to watch my father really, I loved to hear him talk

while he painted.I learned a lot about my dad that told me all

sorts of things like how he got his first job delivering hay and how

he'd wished he'd finished one day he surprised me.

-What's going on with you and, uh, Bryce Loski?

-What do you mean Nothing.

-Oh, mistake.

-Why would you even think that?

-No that youtalk about him all the time.

-I do?I don't know.I guess it's something about his maybe his

smile.

-But what about him?

-What

- You have to look at the whole landscape.

-What does that mean?

-A painting is more than the sum of its parts.A cow by itself is just

a

cow.A

meadow

by

itself

is

just

grass,

the

sun

peeking

through

the

trees

is

just

a

beam

of

you

put

them

all

together and it can be magic.

I didn't really understand what he was saying until one afternoon when

I was up in the sycamore tree.I was rescuing a was a long way

up, higher than I'd ever the higher I got, the more amazed I

was

by

the

view.I

began

to

notice

how

wonderful

the

breeze

sunshine

and

wild

grass.I

couldn't

stop

breathing

it

in .filling my lungs with the sweetest smell I'd ever known.

-Hey, you found my kite.

-Bryce, you should come up 's so beautiful.

-I can't. I sprained my, um,I have a rash.

From that moment on, that became my spot.I could sit there for hours,

just

looking

out

at

the

days

the

sunsets

would

be

purple

and pink.

And some days they were a blazing orange,setting fire to the clouds on

the was during one of those sunsets that my father's idea

of

the

whole

being

greater

than

the

sum

of

its

parts

moved

from

my

head to my days I would get there extra early to watch the

morning

I

was

making

mental

notes

of

how

the

streaks

of

light were cutting through the clouds so I could tell my dad when I

heard a noise below.

-Excuse

me.

I'm

sorry,

but

you

can't

park

there.

That's

a

bus stop.

-Hey, what are you doing up there?You can't be up there, we're gonna

take this thing down.

-The tree

-Yeah. Now come on down.

-But who told you, you could cut it down

-The owner.

-Why?

-He's gonna build a house, and this tree's in the come on, girl,

we got work to do.

-You can't cut it down. You just can't.

-Listen,

girl.

I'm

this

close

to

calling

the

are

trespassing

and

obstructing

progress

on

a

contracted

either

you come down, or we're gonna cut you down.

-Go

ahead.

Cut

me

down.I'm

not

coming

down.

I'm

never

coming

. You guys, come up here with won't cut it down if

we're

all

up

,

please

don't

let

them

do

on,

you

, please. You don't have to come up this high. Just a little

, please. Please.

What happened after that was a seemed like the whole town was

still I wouldn't my father showed talked a

fireman into letting him come up to where I was.

-Sweetie, it's time to come down.

-Daddy, please don't let them do this.

-Sweetie

-Daddy, can see everything. You can see the whole world from

here.

-No view is worth my daughter's safety. Now, come on.

-I can't.

-Julianna, it's time to come down now.

-Please, Daddy.

-It's time.

And

that

was

it.I

must've

cried

for

two

weeks

,

sure,

I

went to school and did the best I could but nothing seemed to matter.

-Juli -Huh

-Do you know the answer?

-Uh, the Peloponnesian War?

-I'm

sure

that's

the

answer

to

something

but

I

was

looking

for

the

area of a rhomboid.

Somehow,

rhomboids

and

isosceles

right

triangles

didn't

seem

so

important.I rode my bike so I wouldn't have to pass by the stump that

used

to

be

the

earth's

most

magnificent

sycamore

no

matter

what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

-Are you okay?

-It was just a tree.

-No,

it

wasn't

just

a

tree.I

never

want

you

to

forget

how

you

felt

when you were up there.

-Thanks, Dad.

It was the first thing I saw every morning and the last thing I saw

before I went to once I could look at it without crying I

saw more than the tree and what being up there meant to me.I saw the

day that my view of things around me started I wondered,

did I still feel the same things about Bryce?

Bryce Loski

I've never been a huge fan of eggs.

I mean, I could always just take them or leave them.

That is, until one day in Skyler Brown's garagewhen my feelings about

eggs were solidified.

-Hey, hey, hey. Guys. Edna's found her breakfast.

I mean, if a slimy reptile found them appetizing there was certainly

no place for them in my diet.

-Oh, man, that's so cool.

-She doesn't even have to chew. I mean, think of all the time you'd

save.

I could've gone my whole life not knowing that snakes eat eggs raw

if it hadn't been for had a major- league thing for Skyler

Brown.

-I think it's gross.

He and Juli's brothers, Matt and Mark, had formed a Lynetta

would watch them practice.

-That is so neat.

-How about that, huh, Bryce?

-Yeah. Neat.

-So, Brycie, how do you think he's gonna digest that?

-Stomach acid -You'd like to think that.

-Wait, everybody quiet. Here he goes.

-Eggs over easy.

-Gross. Gross, gross, gross.

-Wait, wait. You haven't seen the best part.

-Gross.

I tried to be casual about it, but it didn't take.I started having bad

dreams.I'd

be

trapped

inside

a

huge

egg

and

this

monster

would

open

his jaws and start to devour me.I'd wake up just in the real

nightmare began.

-Hi, Bryce. I brought these over for you and your chickens

are laying eggs.

-What?

-You

remember

Abby

and

Bonnie

and

Clyde

and

Dexter

and

Eunice

and

Florence?

The ones I hatched for the science fair.

-How could I forget?

It was classic Juli totally dominated the get this,

her

project

was

all

about

watching

boring

eggs

hatch.I

mean,

here

I

had

a

live-action

erupting

volcano

and

all

anyone

cared

about

was

Juli's boring chicks breaking out of their boring shells.

Oh, I think the last one's hatching.

It's hatching. Oh, it's hatching.

Kids, come over here.

But hey, she won. I lost.

I've never been one to dwell.

Here it comes.

But that didn't mean I had to eat her lousy eggs.

I think it was very sweet of Juli to bring us those eggs.

I don't care. I'm still having cereal tomorrow.

Yeah, how do we know there's no chicks in one of those eggs?

I used to eat farm-fresh eggs when I was a kid. They were delicious.

Yeah, well, that's all well and good

but what if we crack one open and a dead chick falls out?

Do they have a rooster?

If they don't have a rooster the eggs can't be fertile.

And if they had a rooster, we'd know.

The whole neighborhood would know.

Maybe they got it de- yodeled.

You know. De-cock- a-doodle-doo'd.

What the hell are you talking about?

Like they de-bark dogs.

Bryce, why don't you just ask Juli?

I don't think that What?

You afraid to talk to her I'm not afraid to talk to her.

I know you are, but what am I?

Okay. Just talk to her and find out. Bryce.

How do you tell if one's a rooster?

Well, a rooster's bigger. Longer feathers.

They've got that red stuff growing out of their head.

And around their neck too. That shouldn't be too hard to spot.

Although, come to think of it, chickens have the rubbery red stuff too.

Just not as much.

Garrett's expertise in roosters

was the cornerstone of our plan to avoid contact with Juli Baker.

The balance of which involved spying over her back fence.

Come on, come on. Shh. Shh.

Over here.

I can't see the stupid chickens.

We gotta get them out of the coop.

Is that a rooster?

No, it looks like a chicken.

How can you tell?

It just does.

See what I mean Expertise.

Shh, shh! What?

Juli.

Here, guys.

Go on, there you go.

Here, guys. Go on. Yeah, they're all chickens.

There's no rooster What did I just say

How can you tell?

Well, none of them are strutting. Here, come on.

Roosters strut Come on, guys.

What did I just say Here.

Plus, hardly any of them have any rubbery red stuff.

What are you doing Yeah. They're definitely all chickens.

They're all chickens.

I'm proud of you, Bryce.

You overcame your fear. Huh?

You talked to her. Oh, heh. Yeah.

It's no big deal.

That's what she told you They're all chickens

Yeah.

She's a genius. You're both genius Of course they're all chickens.

A rooster's a chicken. The question is:

Is one of them a rooster or are they all hens?

Hens Who said anything about hens

Then it hit me.

Garrett didn't know jack shit about chickens.

Do roosters strut Yes, they do.

What does that have to do with anything?

They're all hens.

Well, the main thing is the eggs are okay.

It's all settled.

Not for me.

There was no way I was ever gonna eat anything

that had anything to do with Juli Baker.

I'm not eating them.

Well, why not?

Have you seen their yard It's

There's not even any grass. It's all mud and chicken turds.

Ew. Gross. Salmonella.

Do you suppose they could have salmonella?

It's not very likely. Why take the risk?

What do we do with the eggs?

Give them back.

Give them back To Juli Sure.

You talked to her before, right It didn't kill you.

Well, what do I say?

Tell her we don't eat eggs.

Uh, we're allergic to them or something.

Come on, use your brains.

It didn't feel right to lie.

Besides, even a seventh grader would know

that entire families aren't allergic to eggs.

But I didn't wanna hurt her feelings either.

So that left me with only one option.

And thus another near-death experience

in my ongoing saga with Juli Baker had been successfully avoided.

Until one week later.

Hi, Bryce. Brought you some more eggs.

Wow.

Thanks. Did your family like the first batch?

Do you even have to ask?

Great. See you at school.

What I hoped would be a one- time event

was just the beginning of a life

consumed with lies, intrigue and deception.

Every morning I'd be on the lookout for Juli

so if she happened to come,

I could whip the door open before she knocked.

Thanks.

Then I'd dump the eggs before anyone noticed.

And why Why couldn't I just face her

Why couldn't I just say:

Was I really afraid of hurting her feelings

or was I just afraid of her?

Now, you wanna make sure you get it

When Mrs. Brubeck first suggested hatching eggs as my science project

I was less than excited.

That is, until I saw my first sign of life.

Is that it?

That's the embryo. Heh. Wow.

It looks like a bean. It does.

Let's try the other ones.

Suddenly it felt real.

All the eggs were alive.

There were, like, little bean babies inside every one.

On the day of the fair, all six chicks hatched.

What are the odds?

This year's top prize goes to Juli Baker

for her wonderful project:

I won first place.

And that was cool, but all I really cared about were my chicks.

There you go. There you go, guys.

My mom wasn't crazy about us raising chickens.

But I begged and pleaded.

I told her I would take care of everything. And I did.

Where's Clyde?

Clyde?

Hey, Clyde. What's the matter?

Are you okay Aren't you hungry

Come on. Come here. What's wrong, baby?

Come here.

Hey, you're not Clyde. You're Clydette.

Mom!

As it turned out, my hens laid more eggs than we could eat.

At first we tried to keep up

but after a month of boiling, frying and deviling

like that movie The Blob, we were being overtaken by eggs.

Then opportunity in the form of our neighbor, Mrs. Steuby, knocked.

Hello, dear.

If you ever have any extra, I'd be happy to buy them from you.

Really Certainly.

And I happen to know that Mrs. Helms would be interested as well.

Great. Nothing like fresh eggs.

Thanks, Mrs. Steuby. You bet, dear. Bye.

Between Mrs. Steuby and Mrs. Helms,

my egg overflow problem was solved.

Then I realized that Mrs. Loski deserved eggs too.

But I didn't think it would be right to charge her.

She had been such a good neighbor,

lending us supplies when we ran out

giving my mother a ride when our car wouldn't start

it was the least I could do.

Besides, if I happened to run into Bryce,

that wouldn't be the end of the world.

Hi, Bryce.

By the third time I brought eggs over to the Loskis

I realized Bryce was waiting for me.

Waiting to pull open the door and say,

And in return, I got a few moments alone

with the world's most dazzling eyes.

Thanks, Juli. See you at school.

It was a bargain.

Until the day it wasn't.

It was two weeks after the sycamore tree was cut down

and I was just starting to feel normal again.

Hey, Juli. Right on schedule.

Yeah, well, neither rain nor sleet.

Huh You know, the mailman thing

Oh. Right.

So, um, will you start riding the bus again?

I don't know. I haven't been up there since

It doesn't look so bad anymore. It's all cleared away.

Well, um, I better get ready for school.

Guess I'll see you there.

See you.

Maybe Bryce was right.

Maybe it was time I started riding the bus again.

After all, didn't he just tell me he wanted me to?

Could it be that Bryce Loski actually misses me?

Juli What are you still doing here

I was just thinking.

It's pickup day. The cans are in front.

I know. You need some help?

No. Maybe I'll do it later.

Are those my eggs?

Yeah. Yeah, I dropped them.

They're not broken.

Why are you throwing them away?

Don't you want them?

It wasn't me. My dad didn't think it was worth the risk.

Risk What risk

Salmonella.

What He's afraid of being poisoned

Well, Juli, I mean, look at your back yard. It's a complete mess.

It's, like, covered in turds.

That's not true. I clean up after my girls every day.

We just didn't wanna hurt your feelings.

Have you always thrown them away?

You know, Mrs. Steuby and Mrs. Helms pay me for my eggs.

They do They pay me cents a dozen.

I didn't know.

How could you?

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

It didn't take me long to realize

that I'd traded in my old problems with Juli Baker

for a whole set of new ones.

It was actually worse having her mad at me than having her annoy me.

The way she ignored me was a constant reminder

that I'd been a jerk.

Then one day I was coming home from playing basketball with Garrett

and things got weird.

Don't be so timid. Come on, you won't hurt them.

Like this Yeah, that's it.

My grandfather.

All I ever saw him wear was slippers.

Now, where did he get those work boots?

I couldn't stop looking over there.

And the more I looked, the madder I got.

My grandfather had already said more to Juli in one hour

than he'd said to me in the whole time he'd been living with us.

I was pretty sure I'd never seen him laugh.

And what was his deal with Juli Baker?

Hi, Grandpa.

Juli told me about the eggs.

You know, Bryce

one's character is set at an early age.

I'd hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back.

Sir?

It's about honesty, son.

Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning

can save a whole lot of pain down the road.

When it came to holding a grudge, Juli Baker was truly impressive.

All week I tried to approach her at school.

She'd always find some way to duck me.

And whenever she was in her yard, Grandpa was always there with her.

Finally, one Saturday I saw my opening.

My grandfather had gone into town to buy some Bengay.

I guess the yard work was starting to get to him.

It's looking real good.

Thanks. Chet did most of it.

I'm sorry for what I did.

I just don't get it, Bryce. Why didn't you just tell me?

I don't know. It was dumb.

And I shouldn't have said anything about your yard, either.

It wasn't right.

Maybe it's all for the best.

I mean, look, I learned so much from Chet, it's amazing.

You're lucky.

I don't even have grandparents anymore.

I feel sorry for him.

He misses your grandma.

Can you believe it He says I remind him of her.

What I know. That's what I said.

But he meant it in a nice way. Something about her spirit.

Yeah.

Good luck with the grass. I'm sure it'll come up great.

Thanks.

I guess I'll see you around.

I guess so.

While Juli's acceptance of my apology was not all that I'd hoped for

at least the eggs thing was finally behind me.

The first time in months I could truly enjoy Bonanza.

Where you going and why you dressed like that?

Skyler's.

Matt and Mark are bringing over recording stuff

and they're gonna make a demo.

Demo Like they know how to make a demo.

You don't even know them.

I don't have to. I know the type.

You don't know anything. Don't talk to me like that.

I'm late. Be back by .

Yep. Everything was back to normal.

Is that girl working you too hard?

That girl's name is Juli. And, no, she isn't working me too hard.

You've developed quite a soft spot for her, huh?

Steven.

No, Patsy. Just wanna find out why your father has the energy

to befriend a complete stranger

when he won't throw a baseball around with his own grandson.

It's okay, Dad. No, it's not okay.

Juli reminds him of Grandma.

Of Renee Heh.

That's ridiculous.

You know why the Bakers haven't fixed their yard?

Yeah, because he's too busy with his paint-by-numbers kit.

If you had a brother with a severe handicap, what would you do?

What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Juli's father has a retarded brother.

So what He's not the gardener, is he Heh.

Steven.

It was a joke.

You know, other people have family troubles

and they manage to mow their own lawns.

I don't know where their pride in ownership is.

They don't own that house.

The landlord's supposed to maintain it.

Mr. Baker puts every extra penny he has into caring for his brother.

Don't they have government facilities for that sort of thing?

Maybe they thought that a private facility would be better for him.

Either way, it's not our fault

that their family has some chromosomal abnormality.

It has nothing to do with chromosomes.

When Juli's uncle was born,

he had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.

If he'd had enough oxygen,

he would've been a perfect little baby, just like your son.

Goddamn it, Chet.

Patsy Patsy Leave me alone!

Sorry about that.

Why is Mom so upset?

Because

but for the grace of God

your mother could be standing in Mr. Baker's shoes.

Did her brother have the cord wrapped around his neck too?

You did.

Luckily, the doctor who delivered you was on the ball

and got it untangled

but it easily could've gone the other way.

Wanna go for a walk Huh

I find it helps clear the mind.

What would they have done with me?

You can't dwell on something that might've been, Bryce.

The way my dad was talking,

sounds like he would've thrown me in a nuthouse.

No, no. Now, that's not fair.

You can't condemn him for something he hasn't done.

This is where that tree was, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Must've been a spectacular view.

She's quite a girl.

Some of us get dipped in flat

some in satin

some in gloss.

But every once in a while

you find someone who's iridescent.

And when you do

nothing will ever compare.

Flat, glossy, iridescent?

What the hell did that mean?

Juli Baker had always just seemed plain to me.

Until now.

And the way she talked about what it felt like to be up in that tree

to be held above the earth, brushed by the wind.

Who in junior high talks like that?

This weird feeling started taking over in the pit of my stomach

and I didn't like it.

I was slipping, man.

And it was time to get a grip.

I'd never been embarrassed by where we lived before.

I also never really thought about money.

I

knew

we

weren't

rich,

but

I

didn't

feel

like

we

were

anything.

That is, until Bryce Loski called our home a complete mess.

* What's your name * * What's your name *

* Is it Mary or Sue *

* What's your name *

* Do I stand a chance with you *

* It's so hard to find a personality *

* With charms like yours for me *

I had to do something and I knew what it was.

* What's your name *

Oh, you're sounding really good.

We'll record it in Skyler's garage.

That's a wonderful project.

Speaking of projects,

I was thinking it might be cool to fix up the yard.

What I mean, how much can grass seed cost

I could plant a lawn, maybe some flowers.

I could even put up a fence.

Honey, that's a major undertaking.

I could pay for it with my egg money.

No. That's your money.

The landlord should be the one taking care of all this.

But he doesn't. And we live here.

And it looks so bad.

Jules.

missing

What's going on?

Nothing, Dad.

It's okay, sweetheart.

You can tell us.

The Loskis have been throwing away my eggs

because they're afraid of salmonella.

Because our yard is such a mess.

Did Patsy say that?

No. Bryce did.

But it must have been a family discussion.

A boy doesn't come up with that on his own.

Who cares what they think?

Yeah, who cares?

I care. Trina.

Let's not get into this.

No, I'm tired of living like this, Richard.

I'm tired of having to take temp jobs just to make ends meet.

I'm tired of having to push a chair up against the washing machine

just to keep the door shut.

I'm tired of having to borrow Mrs. Steuby's vacuum cleaner

every time ours breaks down.

Do you think this is the life I pictured for us?

Sometimes you have to sacrifice to do the right thing.

We

always

end

up

agreeing

that

Devonhurst

is

the

right

thing

for

Daniel.

Well, maybe we should start thinking about what's right for us.

Our daughter is suffering because we won't fix up our own yard.

It's not our yard.

How can you say that, Richard How

We've lived here for years

and for years we've been saying it's temporary, but it's not.

This is our home.

Is it wrong to wanna live somewhere you can be proud of?

To have enough to send your kids to college?

Maybe it's time we considered government care.

We are not moving my brother.

He's more important than your own children?