wanted to cry.
âShe doesnât know you thought you were helping the recall when you sent Cassie away.â
A full minute went by, while Martin stared at the wide, dark pond and listened to the
whiz-whiz
sound of Dadâs reel. The pond was a flat sheet on top, neat and tidy, but who knew what ugliness lay underneath.
âYes, she does,â Dad said at last.
âNo, she doesnât!â Martin snapped. âYou wouldnât tell her. Even I havenât told her, though I donât know why, except that I just donât want her to know.â
âYour momâs not stupid, son.â
Dad reeled in his lure, which looked to Martinâs untrained eye like a tiny fish with enough hooks dangling from its midsection and tail to catch about six fish at once. If a creature were dumb enough to bite that thing, it deserved to end up in a pan. Dad paid out line, brought his pole back, and sent the dangerous little fish skimming out across the water.
âWhat you have to understand,â Dad said, âis that I couldnât do a thing about your sister. The recall notice came out, and there it was. The inspection was about to start. There was nowhere I could put Cassie to keep her safe, and Central always gets what they want.â
âYou could have tried,â Martin muttered. He buried his hands in Chipâs thick, harsh fur and laid his hot face against his dogâs velvet forehead.
Dad glanced over his shoulder, a habit based on a lifetime of cowardice. Martin wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but the pit of his stomach hurt.
âIf I had moved Cassie out of her routine, your mother would have wanted to know why,â Dad said. âIf she knew why, she would have fought to keep Cassie by every means she could think of. That wouldnât have worked, and I would have lost them both.â
Martin flicked a pebble into the water and watched it sink. âSo you chose Mom over Cassie.â
âNo!â Dadâs voice was loud enough to scare any nearby fish. âI couldnât do a thing about Cassie. I didnât choose between them. I just chose not to lose your mother, thatâs all.â He choked, then cleared his throat. âDo you think I wanted that to happen to Cassie? She was my little girl.â
Martin remembered Dad coming home and looking at them all, dragging his feet like a very old man. That was the night the recall notice must have come out, the night he had found out Cassie was doomed.
âI donât believe you,â Martin said, and his voice was tight. âI donât believe there was nothing you could do. You could have tried. You never know till you try. Thereâs always something to do.â
âThatâs good, son. I donât want you to believe me. I donât want you to know what itâs like to feel that youâve run out of options.â
Martin watched him reel and cast, and then reel and cast again. âSo Mom knows?â he said.
Dad blew his breath out in a long, quavering sigh. âYes. As soon as the recall vote came up, she knew. I didnât have to tell her. She really hated me there for a few days, but I didnât mind. I pretty much hated myself. I was worried about what she might do to herself with you and Cassie both gone. Your mother lives for you kids, you know.â
âYeah,â Martin said.
âSo Cassieâs really fine?â Dad asked. âYou didnât just make that up? I . . . well, maybe I donât deserve it, but I need to know.â
âCassieâs doing great,â Martin muttered. âSheâs having a great time at the school. Those kids finally have teachers smarter than them. I donât have to make things up,â he added with a touch of scorn.
âAnd . . . does she know about me? About what I did?â
Martin glanced up. Dadâs face had that pinched, silly look on it again, the one that made Martin want to
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