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MARK BOUMAN || 23<br />
silence, and I watched. As he worked, his arms swung heavy and slow,<br />
slightly away from his body, as if they were too muscled to swing where<br />
everyone else’s did. He walked differently than others did too—he’d pick<br />
a point ahead <strong>of</strong> him and march toward it without slowing. Tagging<br />
along in his wake at a store or a gun shop or a swap meet, I had watched<br />
people step aside for him, parting like grass in a strong wind. When I<br />
walked behind him, when I watched him work, his smell was a mixture<br />
<strong>of</strong> machine oil, sour sweat, and sunshine.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gusting breezes ruffled Dad’s hair, up and down and up again, like<br />
a bird’s wing. When Mom called from the trailer behind us, it didn’t seem<br />
like Dad heard. He switched on the outside light he had recently wired<br />
up and continued to work. I waited a minute longer, feeling the wind<br />
pick up speed. I could hear grains <strong>of</strong> sand spattering against the wall <strong>of</strong><br />
the house and on the new windows. <strong>The</strong>n I turned my back on the house<br />
and walked home to the trailer.<br />
• • •<br />
When Dad came back from building, he yelled at Mom. “Potatoes?<br />
Again? Why can’t you cook some real food?”<br />
“Because you spent your paycheck on movies in town!” she yelled<br />
back.<br />
Jerry and I were sitting on our bed, playing army men in the mountains<br />
and valleys <strong>of</strong> the blanket, and Sheri was lying beside us, sucking<br />
her thumb. I thought about how cool it would be to go to a war movie in<br />
town with Dad, but he always went to movies alone. When Mom stuck<br />
her head in and told us to get our jackets on, we knew all <strong>of</strong> us would<br />
be eating dinner at Grandma Jean’s. Dad’s mom had pointy eyeglasses<br />
and a house full <strong>of</strong> curtains and carpet. On the drive over, we rode in<br />
silence, and I saw lightning flash in the distance.<br />
By the time dinner was over, rain was beating down on Grandma’s ro<strong>of</strong><br />
so loudly that we had trouble hearing one another talk. By the time Dad<br />
had polished <strong>of</strong>f the apple pie and decided it was time to brave the storm,