1
A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me..? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them. .Margaret Peterson Haddix
2
Oh, Myr, " he chokes out. "I hate having to ask this of you.." He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow." You know I'd do anything for you and Hil, " she says. I like her voice. It's throaty and rich." You'd do anything?" my father repeats numbly. "Even now? After -?""Even now, " the woman says firmly.Margaret Peterson Haddix
3
The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can't go on pretending she isn't crying.Margaret Peterson Haddix
4
Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.Margaret Peterson Haddix
5
That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father - burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin - doesn't seem to belong on it.Margaret Peterson Haddix