school?â Henrietta knew what Gary was referring toâa movie called
They Built with Trees
, about how people used to make things out of wood. âIt canât be a stump,â Gary mused. âStumps arenât that big. You could park four cars on that!â
âBut it is,â said Henrietta.
âWow,â said Gary, and he looked up, obviously trying to imagine theenormity of the tree that once grew there. âHey,â he said. âWhat do you suppose will happen if we go outside now? Will it be now, or then?â
They opened the trapdoor. Henrietta looked at the housecat, who silently watched from the couch. Before it on the coffee table sat the open
Bestiary
.
âIt looks like the catâs been reading,â Henrietta joked.
Gary laughed. âStudying for the Competency Exam!â
They dropped into Henriettaâs room and returned to the living room, where their mothers were still talking, sitting on the couch.
âReady to go already?â said Ms. Span as Gary entered.
âUm . . . actually, if itâs okay, Henrietta and I are going to work on homework together. I thought Iâd help her with math.â
âThat would be wonderful, Gary,â said Henriettaâs mother. âIâm sure Henrietta would appreciate it.â
âI will,â said Henrietta. âAnd we were just going to also . . . â
âGo outside for a second!â said Gary.
The two children, nodding in unison, rushed to the front door and exited onto the sidewalk.
Before them stretched the same scene they saw every day: a four-lane asphalt road crammed with cars. Traffic lights winked. Enormous plastic houses squatted behind green squares of fake turf.
âI wonder when they widened the street,â said Gary.
âI guess things had to get bigger,â said Henrietta. âDid the clothes those people wore remind you of anyone?â
âThrough the windows?â said Gary. He shook his head.
âRoseâwith the headache. She wears a wool shirt sometimes.â
âYouâre right,â said Gary.
âWe should call her,â said Henrietta, stepping back inside. âWe could invite her over.â
They entered the living room to find Garyâs mother preparing to leave.
âGary, Iâm glad youâre going to help Henrietta. But be on time for dinner, and be
careful
when you cross the street.â
âI will, Mom,â said Gary.
Ms. Span turned to Henriettaâs mother. âIt was a pleasure to meet you, Aline.â
âAnd you, Margaret.â
Ms. Span departed.
âMom, we were wondering,â said Henrietta, âif we could invite our other friend to study with us. Sheâs in kindergarten. She was sick yesterday at school, and Gary and I helped her.â
âSick?â said her mother. âIs she contagious?â
âSick from headaches, like me. Can we invite her?â
âYour father will be home soon, dinner is on the way, and Iâm still finishing up some work . . .â Her mother trailed off when she realized how nice it was that Henrietta was gaining some friends. âOh, all right,â she said.
Henrietta and Gary returned to Henriettaâs room, where they looked up Roseâs number on the school network. Roseâs mother answered and agreed that Roseâs father could bring their daughter over and that, of course, he would enjoy seeing Henriettaâs house and meeting her mom.
They waited out on the sidewalk. Traffic crawled through the lilac haze, and they thought about the street in the past. Henrietta wondered if the red bricks had been buried under the asphalt. Gary wondered about the trees, and the giant stumpâwere the roots still growing underground, even now? The thought made him feel claustrophobic.
âI wonder what kind of car Roseâs dad drives,â said Henrietta. âHey, did you see any cars when we looked
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