common
everyday words that she often used or heard;
making her write them and then every time the word
was said or the item used, such as wood for their
fire, the kettle, spoon, tea, coffee, cup, plate, door,
floor, stairs, bed - he would ask, “What letters come
to picture in your mind? What word, do you see,
when you see Moose? Write it – write as close as
you can to what you see.” He had her carry a book
around and every time she saw a word in the book
that also existed around them, she was to point it
out. It became a game that brought laughter to him,
to watch her, racing about the house, touching things
she saw as a word in the book.
Often they dressed warm and walked the
woods, doing the same; Moose romping around
them; Quinton listening, Suga reading. Another
game they played while out had her finding anything
she wanted, laying her hand on it for him to spel it
out for her and in turn, requiring her to repeat the
spel ing back to him.
If she had a book in hand, he treasured the
moments she came to him, pointing to a word she
could not figure, for him to help her sound it out, then
tel her it’s meaning fol owed by insisting she use the
word every chance she had.
Quinton could not believe her progress; her
mind was like a sponge; her eagerness, her aptitude
only confirmed what he already knew about her,
about the people she'd come from; intel igence –
speed – adaption was the very core of their makeup
– Suga confirmed this and more.
She was enjoying the slow opening of new
doors, through clear and clean windows, to seeing a
whole new world just from learning to read words that
other people had put together to tel a story, or
record events. It was like traveling on adventures,
making great discoveries without ever leaving their
home. Untold delight was hers to know, that she too
could write words, sentences, and start to slowly
chronicle – she never imagined there was such an
exquisite diversion. The more words she learned,
the more she wanted to learn. She wanted to read a
book, an entire book.
Now, at the break of dawn, she was up and
eager from the bed that Quinton had made for her;
built by Erwin in the room downstairs, off the hal
from the kitchen. Because of what he knew,
surrounding their living arrangements, he did al he
could not to touch her in an inappropriate manner,
which meant, giving her a room of her own. It secretly
saddened him that she was so happy in her new
room at the same time, it gave him joy; she caused
many complex feelings within him.
Out of bed, Suga rushed about doing chores,
chores surrounding taking care of Quinton; taking
care of Moose; taking care of their home.
As soon as al was done, she wanted to read,
she wanted to write – she thirsted for it as if addicted
to learning.
Quinton had never known he could feel such
pride.
And so, their evenings were spent with her, on
a stool positioned before the fire, with him sitting in
his favorite chair, smoking a pipe and Moose at her
feet. There she would read to him. Her excitement
was a vision he longed to see growing with each day
that passed. He found himself always holding back
from embracing her, touching her, he longed for it
more and more but could not risk al for one moment
that would lose him everything, her.
Consequently, he noticed, as she did, like an
unspoken awareness between them, fewer knocks
were happening at the door for urgent matters;
Quinton figured it could be due to the fact that there
simply hadn’t been anything happening they’d been
needed for, but stil – it seemed to be right after he’d
sent his missive. He knew that it was not because of
Suga going along, al those who had been treated,
benefited from her input; no, it was due to his
gamble; and also due to the fact that, Suga – was
living with him – a bachelor.
It was 18 days before they final y received a
knock at the door; a cool early morning;
Lawrence Schiller
Mark Helprin
Jack McDevitt
Ronan Bennett
Barbara Ismail
Kristen Painter
Loretta Chase
Gilbert Morris
Samuel Beckett
Karen Doornebos