By Donna Milner
Ahead of River, every little thing was once excellent. . . . turning out to be up on a Canadian dairy farm under miles from the yank border, fifteen-year-old Natalie Ward understands little of the surface global. yet her loving, close-knit relatives is the envy of old and young alike within the within reach city of Atwood. Natalie adores her 3 brothers—especially Boyer, the eldest, whom she idolizes. yet every little thing adjustments one sizzling July afternoon in 1966 whilst a long-haired stranger seems to be at their door—a soft-spoken American, a Vietnam conflict resister, who will try the family's morals and ideology, and set in movement catastrophic occasions that may shatter Natalie's relationships with these she such a lot dearly loves.
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Whatever conclusion each of us came to, we kept it to ourselves. If I could go back and rearrange the past, if I could erase that July afternoon, would I? Would I change everything that happened afterward, have it so he never became part of our lives? I would. Of course I would. But the past cannot be altered; it can only be lived with. Or buried. On that July afternoon I watched Mom unlatch the gate. For a moment I wondered if she knew when she hired him, that the young man who stood on the other side of the fence was one of those ‘long-haired freaks’, as my father called them.
She studies the green-speckled linoleum tabletop. Her fingers trace the familiar rings left by a thousand coffee mugs. This table, built by Gus’s father, is large enough to seat a dozen people. It’s solid, real, and as old as the farmhouse. Everything of importance to her family, to the farm, has been discussed and planned at this table. All the preparations of life. All the chopping, dicing, canning, and pickling; all the plucking, gutting, kneading, and baking was done here. She surveys the array of vegetables spread out on the tabletop.
If I could go back and rearrange the past, if I could erase that July afternoon, would I? Would I change everything that happened afterward, have it so he never became part of our lives? I would. Of course I would. But the past cannot be altered; it can only be lived with. Or buried. On that July afternoon I watched Mom unlatch the gate. For a moment I wondered if she knew when she hired him, that the young man who stood on the other side of the fence was one of those ‘long-haired freaks’, as my father called them.