Even on a tiny farm like ours, you had to get an education. How could an able-bodied teenager allow his grandmother to scale a plum tree? Simple. He looked at me for what seemed like forever. “I’ve talked on a telephone a couple of times. “The emergency number! On the telephone!”
“And you never thought of just dialing 911?” “What was a sixty-seven-year-old woman doing up a tree?” “Her name is Rain, and she’s my grandmother,” I said stiffly. “Who is this Rain? According to her Social Security card, the patient’s name is Rachel Esther Rosenblatt.” Now it’s just Rain and me.” I tried to edge my way toward the nursing station. There were fourteen families at Garland then. “Rain used to be one, back in the sixties. “It’s an alternative farm commune,” I explained. If people didn’t know us, they couldn’t find us, and we could live our lives in peace. That was the whole point of the community-to allow us to escape the money-hungry rat race of modern society. “It belongs to the community,” I told him. So I barely noticed the handcuffs the officer slapped on my wrists. I wasn’t too clear on what being arrested meant either.īut by then they were loading Rain onto a stretcher to rush her in for X-rays. At the time, I didn’t even know what a license was. He was arresting me for driving without a license. I was thirteen the first time I saw a police officer up close. Hyperion Books, 114 Fifth Avenue, New York, New York 10011-5690.No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. Hyperion Books, an imprint of Disney Book Group.
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