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Book: Was Read Free
Author: Geoff Ryman
Tags: Fiction
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Henry came backward through the door, pulling the trunk. Toto began to bark again and harassed Henry’s heels.
    “Gone’n brought her dog,” muttered Henry.
    “I can see that, Henry,” said Aunty Em, voice low, her eyes avoiding Etta. Her hair was raked back tightly into a bun, and her hands pulled at it. There was a row of curls across her forehead.
    “Zeandale’s nice too,” murmured Etta. Toto whimpered, circling Dorothy’s heels. Everything was confusion.
    “Can . . . can we give you a lift up the hill, Etta?”
    “Very kind of you, Mrs. Gulch, but I have my uncle’s pony and trap.”
    “You musn’t overtax your strength, dear.”
    “I won’t,” promised Etta.
    “Well, then,” sighed Aunty Em, as if everything had been delightful. Her smile returned as gray as a cloudy day. “We must be on our way. Do remind me to your dear Aunt Ellen. And may I drop into Goodnow House next time I’m in town? I would so love to see you all.”
    “Of course,” said Etta.
    “And thank you so much. Say thank you, Dorothy.”
    “Thank you, Etta.”
    “Thank you Miss Parkerson ,” Aunty Em corrected her.
    “Thank you , Dorothy,” said Etta quickly. Then she kissed Dorothy on the forehead again. Dorothy could feel it, as if it glowed. For a moment she felt as though nothing could hurt her.
    Dorothy sat on the trunk in the back. She looked backward as the station, the town, disappeared in trees.
    “Well I must say, Dorothy,” said Aunty Em. “You do make your acquaintances from the top social drawer!”
    The wagon wheels thrilled over the surface of a stone bridge across the river and into shade. Overhead there was a high bank of clouds.
    “Believe it’s going to rain at last,” said Uncle Henry.
    “Hallelujah,” said Aunty Em, her eyes fixed on the clouds. Then she turned and tapped Dorothy on the knee. “Out of the wagon while we go up the hill, Dorothy. Spare poor old Calliope.”
    Dorothy didn’t understand.
    “Calliope is our mule, Dorothy, and it’s not fair to make her haul us up hills. So we’ll have a nice walk.”
    The road had been baked into ruts. Aunty Em took her hand, and they walked in twilight into trees. “You should have been here in spring,” said Aunty Em, “and seen the sweet William.” Her face went faraway.
    “I can remember going up this road for the first time myself,” she said. “I was sixteen and your mama was nine, and we walked through here. It was just a track then. We walked all the way to Papa’s plot of land. Through these beautiful trees. And then we saw the valley, like you will soon, all grass and river, and we camped there. And we slept under the stars by a fire, looking up at the stars. Did your mama ever talk to you about that, Dorothy?”
    “No,” said Dorothy. “No, Ma’am.” Her mother had never spoken about Manhattan.
    “Did she talk about your Grandfather Matthew? How he came here and built a house?”
    Dorothy thought she better answer yes.
    “Your grandfather came out here just like Etta’s uncles, for the same reason. To keep Kansas a free state. And he worked on Manhattan’s first newspaper, and then for the Independent with Mr. Josiah Pillsbury. We are educated people, Dorothy. We are not just farmers.”
    None of it made sense. Everything was so strange. It was like a dream. Dorothy knew that she would never wake up from it.
    “There,” said Aunty Em, at the top of the hill.
    More shadows, more trees, fields.
    “Isn’t it pretty? Prime river-bottom land. They talk about pioneer hardships. Well, we must have been lucky. What we had, Dorothy, was pioneer beauty.”
    What Dorothy saw on the other side of the hill was flat, open land. There would be no secret places in Zeandale like there had been in St. Louis, no nooks and crannies, no sheltering alleyways. Even the trees were small, in planted rows, except on some of the farther hills, and they looked dim and gray. White, spare houses stretched away at regular intervals between

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