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Everdeen | When My Father Calls

“It’s endless entertainment for Gram,” he called to tell me after he’d gotten home from breakfast. “She just plops down on the patio, feeds Everdeen, and is as happy as a clam.” I reminded him of the photo he had on his computer, showing that Everdeen doesn’t run now—that she’ll sit on her hindquarters shelling the peanuts, tucking away the fruit and starting over again after depositing her stash in the hole. We laughed the way you laugh when there’s nothing else to do.

“Hey, thanks for coming to breakfast,” I said.

“Sure thing,” he said. I could hear the spring in his brown recliner pop forward with a getting-up motion.

“I’m going to think of more things to tell you on the way to pick up Gram.”

“Okay. I love you, Dad.”

“Love you, too, hon. Need any advice?”

“About training chipmunks?”

“Okay, okay, we can go now. But first, one more thing.” I could hear him open the sliding glass door to the patio. “Everdeen comes when I call her now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. I just have to stand at the screen door and cluck to her and she’ll run right up to me.”

I sat down on one of my kitchen chairs and brushed a loose strand of hair from my cheek so that it wouldn’t stick to the wetness.

“I guess I’ll have to come home to see that, huh?” I said.

Next weekend, I told my father. Next weekend I’d come when he called to tell me what was for breakfast.

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6 Responses to Everdeen | When My Father Calls

  1. Laura April 3, 2014 at 7:25 am #

    I enjoyed this story very much for several personal reasons, nice read to start my day, thank you. Now I gotta run, my Chickadees are waiting for me to hand feed them on the deck.

  2. SueBoltin April 3, 2014 at 8:32 am #

    A great story to read ….well crafted, skillful and put together. You will enjoy…..

  3. Nick Robbins April 4, 2014 at 10:59 am #

    Emily is the most talented writer. This is a perfect example of her innate ability to create a vivid image in the readers mind that evokes an intimate response, regardless of the readers connection to her. Outstanding piece! Get your autographs now…

  4. Jeff April 4, 2014 at 11:31 am #

    So happy to see this on-line. What a sweet piece. I read everything that Emily writes!

  5. Paul April 5, 2014 at 9:21 am #

    Beautifully written Emily….makes me homesick for New England! Have not been able to find the Magazine here in Texas since I heard you were featured in it. Keep writing you have a wonderful gift!

  6. Joni April 11, 2014 at 10:27 am #

    This essay was fantastic, Tender and real and beautifully written. I hope to see more from this writer.

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