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NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH #3 HIS DAD’S SCHEDULE 9:00 AM - Leaves for work. 8:30 PM - Sways unsteadily up the porch and into the house. Already drunk? 9:00 PM - Arrives back on porch, drink in hand. 10:15 PM - Passes out in blue chair. Sometime later: Stumbles into house. HIS MOM’S SCHEDULE Unknown KARA’S SCHEDULE Unknown OLLY’S SCHEDULE Unknown

FIVE SYLLABLES A MONTH LATER, just after Christmas, his dad moves away, too. Through my window I watch him carry just a few boxes to a U-Haul truck. I hope against hope that he’s not going to wherever Olly and Kara and their mom are. For days after I stare at the house, wondering how it can still manage to look the same, to seem so solid and house-like when there’s no one around to make it a home. I wait another couple of days before finally reading the e-mails that Olly has sent. They’re still in the trash folder, as I knew they would be. From: genericuser033 To: Madeline F. Whittier Subject: limerick #1 Sent: October 16, 6:14 AM once was a girl named madeline speared my heart through with a javelin said i as i died (just as an aside) are there more words that rhyme with madeline? From: genericuser033 To: Madeline F. Whittier Subject: limerick #2 Sent: October 17, 8:03 PM once lived a girl in a bubble who i suspected was nothing but trouble still i gave her my heart but she blew it apart and left me with nothing but rubble I laugh until I cry. He must’ve been really upset with me to send me limericks instead of haiku. His other e-mails are less poetic. He tells me about trying to convince his mom to get some help and about trying to save Kara from herself. He’s not sure which conversation with his mom finally convinced her. It could’ve been because he told her he couldn’t be

FIVE SYLLABLES<br />

A MONTH LATER, just after Christmas, his dad moves away, too. Through my window I<br />

watch him carry just a few boxes to a U-Haul truck. I hope against hope that he’s not<br />

going to wherever Olly and Kara and their mom are.<br />

For days after I stare at the house, wondering how it can still manage to look the same,<br />

to seem so solid and house-like when there’s no one around to make it a home.<br />

I wait another couple of days before finally reading the e-mails that Olly has sent.<br />

They’re still in the trash folder, as I knew they would be.<br />

From: genericuser033<br />

To: Madeline F. Whittier<br />

Subject: limerick #1<br />

Sent: October 16, 6:14 AM<br />

once was a girl named madeline<br />

speared my heart through with a javelin<br />

said i as i died<br />

(just as an aside)<br />

are there more words that rhyme with madeline?<br />

From: genericuser033<br />

To: Madeline F. Whittier<br />

Subject: limerick #2<br />

Sent: October 17, 8:03 PM<br />

once lived a girl in a bubble<br />

who i suspected was nothing but trouble<br />

still i gave her my heart<br />

but she blew it apart<br />

and left me with nothing but rubble<br />

I laugh until I cry. He must’ve been really upset with me to send me limericks instead<br />

of haiku.<br />

His other e-mails are less poetic. He tells me about trying to convince his mom to get<br />

some help and about trying to save Kara from herself. He’s not sure which conversation<br />

with his mom finally convinced her. It could’ve been because he told her he couldn’t be

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