I say, Iâm not mad, Mom,
just leave me alone! and she looks at me like
I proved her point. Then, on my very next cut,
the knife slips and I rip my jeans (not too bad;
luckily, Mom doesnât seem to notice). Maybe I
should go live with Grandma . I bet sheâd let me
stay out there with her and Grandpa . She could
homeschool me. I think Iâd do better in math if
I didnât worry about how Iâm going to get a bad
grade while Kaylie gets her perfect grades on
every test, then shows me her stupid paper,
and asks how I did, and, if I show her,
offers to help me figure out where
I went wrong, âso you can
do better next time,
Willow.â
Â
I
want
to mush
the dogs out
to Grandma and
Grandpaâs. By myself.
I know the way. Iâve been
there about a hundred times
with Dad and Mom, and once
with Marty when he lived at home.
Their cabin is close to the main trail.
I know Iâm not going to get lost, and I
wonât see a baby moose or any bears this
time of year. Even if I did, Iâd know enough
to get out of the way, fast. But Mom and
Dad donât seem to see it this way. What
do they think will happen? Dad at least
thinks about it: Sheâs twelve years old;
itâs twelve miles. Maybe we could
let her try. Mom doesnât
even pause for half a
second before
she says,
No
!
Â
Maybe
theyâll let me go
if I just take three dogs,
and leave three dogs here for Dad.
Iâd take Roxy, of courseâsheâs smart
and fast and she thinks the same way I do.
Magoo is fun. He doesnât have much experience,
but if I take Cora, sheâd help Magoo settle down.
Dad would want one fast dog. Iâll leave Samson
here with him. Lucky might try to get loose
and follow me down the trail again , like
the last time we left her, but this time
Dad will be here to help Mom
get her back. Prince can be
hard to handle; it will be
easier without him.
If Dad sees how
carefully Iâm
thinking this
through, he
might help
convince
Mom.
Â
I
beg
Mom:
Please!
Iâd only take
three dogs. You know
I can handle them. Youâve
seen me. She wonât listen. You
are not old enough, she says. Or
strong enough. I make a face (should
not have done that). Mom starts in: A moose
will charge at three dogs as fast as it will charge
at six. A three-dog team can lose the trail, or pull you
out onto thin ice. What if your sled turns over, or you lose
control of the team? ( Mom really goes on and on once she gets
started.) Willow, you could be alone out there with a dog fight
on your hands. (Oh, right , Mom, like Iâve never stopped a
dog fight by myself.) When Mom finally stops talking
and starts thinking, I know enough to quit arguing.
She looks me up and down like weâve just met,
then takes a deep breath. You really want to
do this, donât you, Willow? It takes me by
surprise, and I almost say, Never mind,
Mom, it doesnât matter. But it does
matter. I swallow hard and nod.
Mom says, Iâll think about it
and decide tomorrow.
What if she says
yes?
Â
You
would
trust her
to take Roxy
by herself? Mom
questions Dad. They
donât know Iâm listening.
I know my dogs, Dad answers,
how they are with Willow. Itâs more
that Iâd trust Roxy to take her. Honey, if
itâs up to me , I say letâs let her do this.
I slip away before they see me.
Iâm pretty sure theyâre
going to say yes.
(Yes!)
I go out
and talk to Roxy
and Cora and Magoo.
I think theyâre going to let us go
to Grandma and Grandpaâs by ourselves!
I get out at noon on Fridayâitâs the end of the
quarter. Weâll leave by one, and be there before dark.
Weâll have almost two days out there, and come home
Sunday afternoon! Even as I let myself say it,
Iâm trying not to hope too hard.
I know all I can do now is
wait. It will jinx
it for sure if
I
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