Tremolo: cry of the loon (LeGarde Mysteries Book 5) by Aaron Paul Lazar

Author:Aaron Paul Lazar [Lazar, Aaron Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

I swept the pine needles from the sun porch deck and thought about the news my parents delivered the night before.

I’m gonna have a little sister or brother.

Siegfried and Elsbeth moved next door when I was five, and that was just about the best thing ever happened to me. I adopted them as my own siblings, and we’d been the Three Musketeers of Sullivan Hill ever since.

On the sundeck, four ladies sunbathed with their eyes closed. Some wore shorts and tops, others bathing suits. Mrs. Herring had been holding a reflector under her chin, but she fell asleep and it lay useless on her midriff. Magazines tumbled from the loosened grips of two ladies who’d also fallen asleep.

Is it the Maine air that zonked them out? Are they really asleep?

They seemed to be completely unaware of my presence. I picked up a slippery bottle of Coppertone suntan lotion and set it on the railing. Trying not to stir up dust clouds, I made an effort to sweep quietly while they dozed on the yellow webbed lounge chairs.

I worked methodically and began to think about the baby again. Would a little brother or sister affect my relationship with Siegfried and Elsbeth? Would I have to babysit instead of boating or swimming all summer? The child would be almost twelve years younger than me. When I was in college, he or she would be in first grade. I stopped and thought about how strange it would be to have a baby in our house. Would he move in with me, or would he get the spare room? I imagined my mother would redecorate the spare room with goofy baby stuff, and shook my head fervently, wishing it had never happened. As awful as it sounds, I didn’t want to share my parents with another child.

The twins lounged on deck chairs in the far corner. I’d indulged their sudden desire to rest and snatched the broom from Elsbeth’s limp fingers. The Maine air seemed to be affecting them as well.

The sun burned the back of my neck as I pushed the broom along the floorboards. When I finished, I walked over to the twins and propped the broom against the railing. I blocked Siegfried’s sun, trying to will him to look at me. He lay shirtless with his cutoff jean shorts and sandals. His long brown legs stretched straight out, nearly touching the end of the lounge chair. A multitude of fine gold hairs glistened on his calves. I compared them to my own tan legs, examining the fawn colored soft hairs creeping up to my thighs. I wondered when I’d start to get black hairs all over, like William.

After several seconds, Sig opened his eyes.

“Ready for a swim?” I asked.

He nodded, but closed his eyes again.

Elsbeth unfurled and stretched her arms toward the sky. “Can I have the first turn on the rope swing?”

She looked drowsy and innocent. I felt a pang of affection for her and decided to be magnanimous. “Okay.

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