Siren's Storm by Lisa Papademetriou

Author:Lisa Papademetriou [Papademetriou, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-375-89778-8
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2011-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

Will watched her watching the water for a few moments. A wave reached out, embracing her feet with gently hissing bubbles. She sank slightly in the sand before the water sucked back toward the sea. The hem of her white dress was wet, but she didn’t seem to care. She was looking out over the dark horizon.

Will was behind her, sitting on the sand in the semi-darkness. He had been sitting there for at least half an hour. He’d promised Gretchen that he would go to the party, but the nearer he got, the heavier his footsteps became. Will hated yelling small talk over loud music. He hated being shoved up against people he didn’t know. Tim had always been the fun brother—the one who loved people.

Will’s head was full of Tim tonight. Here, at the edge of the water, the memories of their last night together came fast and thick.…

“Will, where’s your brother?” his father had asked as he banged in through the back door. “I told him I needed his help with the tractor.”

Will shoved his chair away from the table. “I can do it.”

“Bert, for heaven’s sake, don’t bother with that now.” Will’s mother shot her husband a look from the sink, where she was trimming sugar snap peas. “Will, I need you to finish chopping those tomatoes. And Bert, go wash up—you’re covered in grease. We’re ready to eat in ten minutes.”

“Woman, you boss me around like you’re the queen of England,” Will’s father said playfully.

She flicked a kitchen towel at him. “I’m the queen of the house.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“It’s Your Majesty,” she corrected.

“Got it.” Will’s dad winked at him and headed down the hall to wash up.

Will took the tomatoes to the stove and added them to the pan, where onions were already browning. The pulpy juice immediately began to bubble and turn orange around the edges in the sweet butter.

“Thanks, Will. Would you go find Tim for me? Let him know that we’re about to eat?”

“Sure.” Will loped upstairs, then climbed the ladder and poked his head up through the floor. “Tim?”

No answer.

Will climbed up to the top. Tim had converted the attic to his room the year before. It had low ceilings and only two tiny windows. But from the windows, there was a beautiful sweeping view. To the left were dunes and beyond that the sea. To the right was the bay. Tim spent hours up there, reading or playing the guitar. It was a cozy space, and Will often joined his brother there for long talks.

Will walked over to the window and looked down over the farmland below. The rows of iris had just begun to explode into ribbons of vibrant colors. Flowers were a lucrative crop, and these sat next to the thick, bushy heirloom tomatoes—just flowers, no fruit yet—and the smaller rows of sage, thyme, and dill. To the left was the bluff, and beyond the rows were the dunes, and then the sea. Will saw two figures down there.

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