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"
All
kinds
of
things
,
"
I
promised
her
.
"
I
just
have
to
remember
them
.
"
My
mother
had
a
book
she
'd
brought
with
her
from
the
apothecary
shop
.
The
pages
were
made
of
old
parchment
and
covered
in
ink
drawings
of
plants
.
Neat
handwritten
blocks
told
their
names
,
where
to
gather
them
,
when
they
came
in
bloom
,
their
medical
uses
.
But
my
father
added
other
entries
to
the
book
.
Plants
for
eating
,
not
healing
.
Dandelions
,
pokeweed
,
wild
onions
,
pines
.
Prim
and
I
spent
the
rest
of
the
night
poring
over
those
pages
.
The
next
day
,
we
were
off
school
.
For
a
while
I
hung
around
the
edges
of
the
Meadow
,
but
finally
I
worked
up
the
courage
to
go
under
the
fence
.
It
was
the
first
time
I
'd
been
there
alone
,
without
my
father
's
weapons
to
protect
me
.
But
I
retrieved
the
small
bow
and
arrows
he
'd
made
me
from
a
hollow
tree
.
I
probably
did
n't
go
more
than
twenty
yards
into
the
woods
that
day
.
Most
of
the
time
,
I
perched
up
in
the
branches
of
an
old
oak
,
hoping
for
game
to
come
by
.
After
several
hours
,
I
had
the
good
luck
to
kill
a
rabbit
.
I
'd
shot
a
few
rabbits
before
,
with
my
father
's
guidance
.
But
this
I
'd
done
on
my
own
.
We
had
n't
had
meat
in
months
.
The
sight
of
the
rabbit
seemed
to
stir
something
in
my
mother
.
She
roused
herself
,
skinned
the
carcass
,
and
made
a
stew
with
the
meat
and
some
more
greens
Prim
had
gathered
.
Then
she
acted
confused
and
went
back
to
bed
,
but
when
the
stew
was
done
,
we
made
her
eat
a
bowl
.
The
woods
became
our
savior
,
and
each
day
I
went
a
bit
farther
into
its
arms
.
It
was
slow-going
at
first
,
but
I
was
determined
to
feed
us
.
I
stole
eggs
from
nests
,
caught
fish
in
nets
,
sometimes
managed
to
shoot
a
squirrel
or
rabbit
for
stew
,
and
gathered
the
various
plants
that
sprung
up
beneath
my
feet
.
Plants
are
tricky
.
Many
are
edible
,
but
one
false
mouthful
and
you
're
dead
.
I
checked
and
double-checked
the
plants
I
harvested
with
my
father
's
pictures
.
I
kept
us
alive
.
Any
sign
of
danger
,
a
distant
howl
,
the
inexplicable
break
of
a
branch
,
sent
me
flying
back
to
the
fence
at
first
.
Then
I
began
to
risk
climbing
trees
to
escape
the
wild
dogs
that
quickly
got
bored
and
moved
on
.
Bears
and
cats
lived
deeper
in
,
perhaps
disliking
the
sooty
reek
of
our
district
.
On
May
8th
,
I
went
to
the
Justice
Building
,
signed
up
for
my
tesserae
,
and
pulled
home
my
first
batch
of
grain
and
oil
in
Prim
's
toy
wagon
.
On
the
eighth
of
every
month
,
I
was
entitled
to
do
the
same
.
I
could
n't
stop
hunting
and
gathering
,
of
course
.
The
grain
was
not
enough
to
live
on
,
and
there
were
other
things
to
buy
,
soap
and
milk
and
thread
.
What
we
did
n't
absolutely
have
to
eat
,
I
began
to
trade
at
the
Hob
.
It
was
frightening
to
enter
that
place
without
my
father
at
my
side
,
but
people
had
respected
him
,
and
they
accepted
me
.
Game
was
game
after
all
,
no
matter
who
'd
shot
it
.
I
also
sold
at
the
back
doors
of
the
wealthier
clients
in
town
,
trying
to
remember
what
my
father
had
told
me
and
learning
a
few
new
tricks
as
well
.
The
butcher
would
buy
my
rabbits
but
not
squirrels
.
The
baker
enjoyed
squirrel
but
would
only
trade
for
one
if
his
wife
was
n't
around
.
The
Head
Peacekeeper
loved
wild
turkey
.
The
mayor
had
a
passion
for
strawberries
.
