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Chapter One

The branches of the giant pear tree shake their lastleaves into the December air. The stems snap off theends of the twigs and the leaves are swept up in thewind, flying every which way before they skid down the roofslope and brush over the top of the grass. They blow backward and forward, rattling toward the Dodds' house. Then they are gone.

As night comes, the pear tree looms across the sky like it is ruler of the dark, its branches like great arms around our house. Of course, there are no pears now. They always fall in July before they're fully ripe because they're as heavy as stones. Every summer my mother, Teresa, is sure someone is going to get hit on the head by one of them, so she has us hang signs around the yard: beware of falling pears.

I sit at the foot of the tree between its stumpy toes and listen to Teresa and Trudy in the kitchen getting ready for my birthday party. Brian and I keep track of people in Herringtown -- that's what we do. Otherwise I wouldn't know a thing because no one says anything around me. Teresa says you have to be careful what you do because it all comes back to you. Brian says it's important that we know more about them than they know about us. He has the softest voice of anyone I know. Like after the snow falls and covers everything.

A lighter snaps open, then a flame licks up, followed by the burn, the hiss, and the singe of Trudy's cigarette. Trudy is Teresa's closest friend, but she looks old enough to be Teresa's mother. I wait for her to exhale. Every third or fourth time usually ends in a cough, which racks up from her insides and wheezes out dry and raspy. She spits up into a napkin and Teresa pats her on the back, saying, "When are you ever going to quit?"

"Probably the day I die."

"Don't say that."

"I'm sure heaven has a smoking area."

"You so sure you're going to heaven?"

The freezer door squeaks open then shut, ice cubes plop,pop, and crack in their whiskey sours, and Teresa pit-pats backacross the floor. Unless we have visitors, she goes barefootinside. She'd never go anywhere outside without her high heels.She says the only reason men look at her is because of her legs.It's true -- men are always dragging their eyes up and down herhigh-heeled legs. When we tell her she could be in the movies,she says, "Sure, if I got the part of an old lady."

She has the greenest eyes in the world. There's a photo atJimmy Joe's, the only restaurant in Herringtown, of Ava Gardnerstanding with Frank Sinatra about to cut their weddingcake, and people always point to it and say Teresa looks just likeher. I think Teresa is prettier. Her eyes are greener and sparklier in the light. Why would our dad ever leave her? She andTrudy clink their drinks together. Gold streamers are strungacross the kitchen ceiling and balloons are tied to the backs ofour chairs. I put them there.

"Guess who called?" Teresa asks.

"Jack?"

"Why do I make the same mistake over and over again?"

"You're too impulsive, I always tell you that."

"Desperate, you mean."

Trudy laughs.

"I'm already thirty-six." Teresa sighs. "I feel like I missed somuch."

"You always get like this this time of the year."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. It's the holidays."

"I guess you're right." She chuckles. "You should see hishair. He has twice as much as when we started dating."

"He's probably using some kind of hair-grow shampoo."

"It's like a bouffant now."

Helen walks into the kitchen, snapping her gum betweenher teeth. Something goes twang! Probably Helen punching oneof the balloons with her fist. There is a faint high whistle ofhelium leaking. By tonight the balloon will be smaller, darker,harder to pop.

"Please don't snap your gum, Helen," Teresa says.

"Hi, Helen," Trudy says. "Where's Ship?"

"Good question." Teresa opens the back door. "Ship!"

"Why do you bother going to the door?" Helen asks.

I wait a few minutes, then step out from behind the pear tree and go inside. Whenever I'm around, everyone whispers ormoves away from me. I can't help it if I hear everything.

"There you are, my wild child," Teresa says. She started callingme this because I spent so much time in the woods. "Wewere waiting for you."

"You're not the only one who's late. Brian is, too," Helensays. Of all the cheerleaders in Herringtown, Helen is the prettiest.She has green eyes like Teresa, but they're like pieces ofglass. Everyone always stares at Teresa and Helen.

"Happy birthday, Ship," Trudy says, stubbing out her cigarette."Come on over here and let me give you a birthday kiss."

"Thanks," I say. She's so nice and warm when I slide intoher arms, I want to stay there. The flab on her upper arms jigglesas she releases me.

"What have you been doing?" Helen asks. "Your hair is allover the place. At least you could comb it for your own birthdayparty."

Teresa always says, "Don't let her bother you. She's justgoing through a phase."

"How long is a phase?" I ask. "Fifteen years?"

"I'll be right back," I tell them, dashing for the bathroom.My hair is such a tangled-up mess, I can't even get the combthrough it. I grab Helen's hair spray from the cabinet under thesink ...

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Excerpted from Ship Sooner: A Novel by Mary Sullivan
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