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Spring Melons<br />
RICK KRIZMAN<br />
“Got your buckets?” Mom asks and of course we do. Of<br />
course we have our buckets, and catchers mitts, and a helmet for<br />
Bitsy because of how she got her noggin popped last time.<br />
She’s too little, I’d said then, but Marcy’d said You used to<br />
be too little, but I said That was before.<br />
We never go anywhere together, the five of us girls and Mom,<br />
at least not since Dad’s gone. But it was him told us about the<br />
spectacular sight, and of course he was right. Like how he’d<br />
showed us the Mystery House where water runs uphill and if you<br />
stood in one place I could be as tall as Janey, even though she’d<br />
shot up two inches last year. Or when he took us to that hole in<br />
the desert where the Big Bear threw down the giant snowball<br />
from way out at the North Star, which Dad said was a pinhole<br />
and the Universe was leaking out, but it’d be fine for now, we’d<br />
all be dead anyway, which made Bitsy cry but she didn’t know<br />
what for. Sometimes he’d hold his hand up in the sky and act<br />
like he was moving a cloud across the sun, but I’m older and<br />
knew it was a trick, that it was the sun doing the moving. But I<br />
didn’t say, because of Cassie, who of course believed everything.<br />
“Okay, hop in,” Mom says, sounding tired, like she doesn’t<br />
want to do this. Of course she’s always tired, since Dad. Maybe<br />
you just get tired eventually. I’m never tired and sometimes I<br />
think whether the tiredness has been spread fairly.<br />
We drive a long ways to the farm and Bitsy cries four whole<br />
times, which Dad would say was a New World Record, which<br />
always happened when he was around. Look, he’d say, three<br />
rainbows, a New World Record, just for example. Or having the<br />
hiccups for so long. Or eating the most ice cream.<br />
We get to the melon field and pile out with our buckets and<br />
baseball gloves, and look across the big heart-shaped leaves with<br />
the tan cantaloupes peeking out under. Dad always said Get<br />
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