David and Max by Gail Provost Stockwell

Author:Gail Provost Stockwell [Zar, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-8276-1176-4
Publisher: JPS
Published: 2014-01-29T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

8

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On Friday morning, Max and I decided to go to the beach at the bird sanctuary. It would be the perfect David and Max time because Ma was taking Nana and Candy up to New Hampshire to spend the day, antiquing. And Dad wouldn’t be coming up to Plum Island until later that day.

“I hope the car is big enough,” Max said. He came out to the porch and handed me some care packages that Nana had prepared. “Pink lemonade,” Max said, passing a big jug over the porch railing. I placed it on the floor in the back of the car. “Be careful you don’t spill it, Duvid. Those pink lemons are hard to find,” Max said, chuckling as he walked back into the kitchen.

I glanced around nervously, as if Nettie might leap out at me from behind a bush, or maybe come crawling up from the dirt under the cottage. It didn’t make sense, but I was still creeped out about her.

When Max came out again, he handed me a basket full of sandwiches and fruit, some of Ma’s brownies, some rugalach Nana had baked, and a container of potato salad that was almost as big as my basketball. Nana stood in the doorway, smiling deliriously as we loaded the food into the car.

“I hope that will be enough,” she said after I piled the last bag of food onto the backseat.

“I think we’ve got enough for the first ten days, Nana,” I said. “After that well send for more.” Nana just smiled. She never laughs at my jokes. I’m not even sure she knows they’re jokes. You’d think after living with Max Levene all those years she would know when a person was joking. Still, it was great to have all that food for our picnic, and I wanted Nana to know I appreciated it. I climbed onto the porch and kissed her on the forehead. “Thanks, Nana,” I said.

“Eh,” she said. “Go already. Have a wonderful time.”

“You too,” I said.

Nana and Ma watched us while we put the top down on Max’s car. Then they went back inside and we drove off on our adventure.

When we got to the other side of Plum Island, we looked for the entrance into the bird sanctuary. Then we drove past the sign for “The Parker River Wildlife Refuge,” and Max pulled up to the gate. He chatted with the guard for a while. He told Max that his job was to count the number of cars going into the sanctuary and going out. I guess that was so that no one could stay there all night.

It was a perfect summer morning, I thought. The sky looked like a huge lake with little white islands floating across it. Right then I wanted to stay on Plum Island forever.

The gate went up. Max waved to the guard, then we drove along the only road in the sanctuary. I stared out at the miles of grass and marshes and sand dunes.

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