Davy is the one of us who I think can be anyone. It’s like all the parts of Mom that somehow didn’t stick to the rest of us when we came out, all of those parts stuck to Davy. I was not what’s the word talking-big-but-not-lying when I said she is popular in her class. Lots of her friends come over. She gets along with adults, too. She and Father Frank are best friends. She and Dr. Clarkington are best friends.
So let’s say she is popular all the way up into high school. Let’s say that in high school she is so nice to everyone and everyone thinks she’s their best friend that she starts to wonder who is actually her friend. Like she has kind of a crisis like maybe no one knows what’s really inside her. And I can actually see Davy doing this because I don’t know where else such a good-hearted sweetie could go without people yanking her around.
Let’s say that she has a vision from God. Okay I know it’s crazy but go with me. So like a vision from God, but not God as a white man with a beard, but a force that comes to her in this yellow light and tells her that her purpose is to use her kindness to help people.
So she starts a thing where people can take classes for free if they don’t have any money. She uses all her friends around the town who are good at different things and they form sort of a school but anyone who goes doesn’t have to pay. Everyone can come and learn about stuff that will help them get a job, but no one has to owe the government money or owe the banks money.
Even when things get harder and harder for people, or for her, because it’s not going to be easy, she will be that brightness for everyone and keep them going.
And she will help all the people here that I am usually so mean about, all the people who live here for life, and those people will help each other, too, and no one will ever want to leave because people are learning and growing and being kind to each other all because of Davy.
well today is not a good day because i forgot the names of all our chickens so i feel kinda dumb stuart just left and i hope he wasn’t turned off by the way i am sort of swallowing a lot and shaking when i try to reach out for things and i tried to smile a lot and say its okay its okay and he was very nice but of course i was mad that i didn’t know any of the chickens names and he didnt know them either so its not his fault harry and bette and davy came from the woods and davy pointed at the spotted one, the black one, the brown one, the brown and white one, and the white one and we went over and over the names again and maybe stuart got bored i hugged him a lot before he left i hope he wasn’t scared or weirded by me he told me he didn’t want to go but i asked him to go because i was not doing great for future reference…
THE SPOTTED ONE IS CLARKY
THE BLACK ONE IS MARGIE
THE BROWN ONE IS CELESTE
THE BROWN AND WHITE ONE IS POOPSIE
THE WHITE ONE IS MOONY
THE MCCOY SIBLINGS: AN UNOFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY [COMMENTARY BY SUBJECTS]
CHAPTER 1: HARRISON
Ya I’m probably going to be a developer.
Sammie, you also forgot the part where I’m in a helicopter and I, like, drop down on a rope and jump on buildings, and the part where I’m a sucsesful YouTube star and I make a million dollars just because I can make fart noises on my belly. Lol.
CHAPTER 2: BETTE
Hmmmmmm.
I guess, yes, I am an alien. I keep telling you guys that. Hehe.
My uncle is from Mars.
I like dogs and other animals a lot.
I am always just joking when I say I can talk to birds.
I think that sounds pretty good but I am not a very good singer!!!!!!
Thank you for writing that dear sister.
Will you please teach me how to braid later today?????
CHAPTER 3: DAVY
i like to rite on this cmpoter mom tot me how to do a face :) i dont no how to do captal letters but we are lernng how to in class sammie is the best sister
EVERY DAY THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN SUCH GOOD WEATHER, EVEN WHEN IT STORMS
I wish that Stuart didn’t have to leave on such a beautiful day. The sky was practically purple out, and the rain came down in big diamond drops.
“I kept picturing you leaving with a fat stack of papers under your arm,” I told him as we stood under my umbrella at the Dartmouth Coach stop in town. He had his windbreaker hood up, and his eyelashes sparkled with moisture.
“You’ve got a very romantic view of writers,” he said.
“I can’t help it,” I said, and lifted my chin to kiss him.
He only touched me lightly on the lips. “Are you sad?” I asked.
“I am sad,” he said, and swallowed. “I don’t like to leave you for so long.” He would be back in a few days. He was meeting with his agent and his publisher, staying in his parents’ apartment.
“I’ll be fine,” I told him.
“I know. I’m also…” he began, and sighed. “I’m nervous to meet with these people.”
“But they love you!”
“No, they don’t,” he said, and looked away.
“Hey,” I said, and took his hand. I made my grip strong. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he said.
“No?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Stuart forced out a smile.
“Okay,” I said. “I know this month hasn’t been easy. It can’t be easy, like when I kind of lost it in front of you.” I forced myself to make eye contact. “I know it must be weird.”