City Under One Roof by Iris Yamashita

Author:Iris Yamashita [Yamashita, Iris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2023-01-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LONNIE

Lonnie had two hat trees full of berets. She didn’t like the ones that people had given her with patterns, stripes, snowflakes, plaid, flowers, decorations. She put those on the tree away from the door. She preferred the hats that had one solid color. Her first beret was one she had made herself when she was still at the Institute, on one of their craft days. It was a tan-colored one, but it got dirty and Chief made her throw it out. Now Lonnie had blue ones, yellow ones, pink ones, orange ones, gray ones. Each beret had its own special place on the tree. Once, Chief bought her a maroon-colored beret and tried to put it where her orange beret was supposed to go. That made her very upset.

Today was a green day. Green like asparagus, limes, leaves, moss, celery, grass.

Lonnie ate her oatmeal. Then she put on her green beret and went to feed Denny his oats. She gave him a good brushing and petted him on his muzzle. She cleaned his stall, put fresh bedding and fresh water in the trough. The voices in her head were quiet when she worked.

When the weather was good, she went to Star Asian Food. Today was a green day, but the weather was bad, so after Lonnie walked Denny around the paddock, she went back to her room and prepared canned soup. Chunky chicken soup. Soup for brains. Soup’s on. Super mart. Super saver. Save her.

After lunch, Lonnie worked on her jigsaw puzzles. Lonnie loved puzzles. Questions. Mysteries. Riddles. Mind bogglers. Brainteasers. Head games. They found the head. Off with his head! She liked touching the pieces, feeling their shapes, matching the colors. The straight-edged ones were easy, so she always started with them. The inside pieces were harder. They looked like nothing—just paint swirls. But when everything was fitted together, it was like a surprise. Pretty houses on pretty islands. Or sometimes they were fluffy dogs or cats. Some were cities she had seen on TV, like San Francisco or New York or London. All these cities were nothing like Point Mettier. They had so many colors and lights and roads. Lonnie had a good eye for matching shapes and colors. She could see how the pieces fit. Bits. Fragments. Scraps. Slices. Cuts. She saw an arm, a leg, a foot, a head. They were sawed off. In pieces. Lonnie worked on the pieces of her jigsaw puzzle.

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