Excerpt of Lost In The Forest by Sue Miller
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"A word with you, Em?" he said, his voice carefully neutral.
Both girls looked at him. They seemed startled, like sleepers he'd wakened.
He turned to his younger daughter. "Daze, could you keep an eye on Theo for a
minute? He's scared of the dogs."
"I not scared," Theo was instantly shrilling. "I a big boy. I not scared."
As Mark and Emily stepped toward the doorway, Daisy, who had flopped down
onto her bed, was starting a game: "How big are you, Theo? Big as a . . . lion?"
"Yes!" the boy cried.
As soon as Mark shut the door to his room, Emily sat down heavily at the foot
of his rumpled bed and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's John. John's dead." Her face
twisted, and tears immediately began sliding down it, as though she'd been
waiting until this moment to allow herself her full measure of grief.
"What do you mean?" John was Eva's husband, the girls' stepfather. Theo's
"He's dead, Daddy." Her hands came to her face now and covered her opened
mouth. She inhaled sharply through her fingers, and then closed her eyes. "He
got hit . . . by a car. A car hit him."
Mark pictured it. He pictured it wrong, as it turned out, but he saw John
then--his large body, bloody, slumped behind the wheel of his ruined car. He saw
him dead, though he didn't believe it.
Mark sat down next to his daughter and held her, and she wept quietly and
thoroughly, as he couldn't remember her weeping since he had told her he was
moving out--long shuddering inhalations, and then a gentle high keening as her
inheld breath came out. From the other bedroom he could hear Theo shrieking,
"Bad! Bad!" and Daisy's voice trying to distract him.
"Sweetheart, it's okay. Cry, cry," he said. And then he said, "Shhh."
Though he was still thinking of John, still trying to take it in, he was also
aware of thinking that it felt good, holding Emily. And of wondering when he had
last held her, her or Daisy. He couldn't remember.
When she had calmed down a little, he stretched away from her to grab the box
of tissues from the stand by the bed. She blew loudly, using several, and wiped
her face. His shirt was wet where she had leaned against him.
"How did it happen?" he asked at last, keeping his voice gentle. "When?"
She seemed stricken again at the question, her eyes swam and grew larger, but
she held on and whispered back, "This afternoon. A car just . . . hit him."
Mark cleared his throat. "He was driving?"
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