Saturday September 1, 2012

MOSES LAKE

Bonjour Meme,

It was frigid when we left; not polar like winter days, but by summer ways; I needed a coat when I crawled out from under my covers. And I almost didn't crawl out at all, but papa and ma mere had pesky perspectives of packing, which involved me. I know you want me to help ma mere and my sisters, meme; but since I turned thirteen, papa thinks I should be responsible for everything.

We stopped near Moses Lake, two and a half hours after we left Ten Mile, because papa said he saw perch jumping in the lake as we crossed over the lake bridge; I thought we were going to the ocean.

My final thoughts before I hibernate for the night. The road noise coming up through the floorboard of our station wagon is lulling us all to sleep. Emma is shattering the rhythm of the road, snoring; sleeping next to Emily on the backseat floor. Miles has the entire back seat to himself, and I've got the cargo hold with Me' Loss, which is normally Miles' reserve while traveling. Miles was Polly Alibi all day with his new two-piece Water Hawk fishing rod and swollen, busted lower-lip, gifts from papa; which ma mere says is taken food from our mouths.

Papa is singing along with the radio, a song about an outlaw and an angel, a song about our Great Creator delivering us from eternal damnation.

Sleep well, meme.