Frowning, he looked as if he were trying to scry the back of his skull like a cave wall. She and Pete hated to interrupt, to chivvy him forth and try to make him drink. He was tied up elsewhere. He was lowering away. Davits started to swing.

  Lou wondered where his information would go when he died. Would filaments of learning plant patterns on earth? Would his brain train the sinking plankton to know their way around the seafloor from here to Stellwagen Bank? Her brain would deliquesce too, and with it all she had learned topside. Which was not much, she considered, nor anywhere near worked out. Bacteria would unhook her painstakingly linked neurons and fling them over their shoulders and carry them home to chew up for their horrific babies.

  She watched a wave strand a white skate inverted. It scraped back and forth in the waves for an hour, openmouthed.

  Clams squirted in the bucket by the door. Pete dug them at low tide. Now the ocean ponderously tilted in its basin to flood North America a grain at a time. She and Pete sat by the bed where Maytree had lain indoors and unconscious, or bored stiff, for two days. He neither ate, drank, eliminated, opened his eyes, or turned. She watched his clavicle. A piece of brilliance found his face through the French doors; it wrapped his features in shape-shifting trapezoids as clouds passed. The room and all its glass faced south. Yankee the box turtle stretched like a blindworm to warm its neck.

  She told Pete that Maytree would live till the next ebb. —Since when are you superstitious? Pete said. The clams had soaked his blue jersey. It’s even odds. She did not answer.

  Maytree made a fist. The woman wore a long red shift. She stroked him—Algreba, the brow. The little she retained; all she had yet to think through in her time left. Replaceable gulls. For all she knew she had seen the same gulls over and over.

  She lifted thin slips of his hair between spread fingers and let them slide. He used to fall asleep when she cut his hair. She dripped water between his lips from a clean cloth’s corner. With her finger, she painted his mouth in bacon grease.

  Would he remember, at least at first, to watch for its own blue seas’ palming the earth?

  About the Author

  ANNIE DILLARD has written eleven books, including the memoir of her parents, An American Childhood; the Northwest pioneer epic The Living; and the nonfiction narrative Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. A gregarious recluse, she is a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

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  ALSO BY ANNIE DILLARD

  Trilogy

  Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

  Holy the Firm

  For the Time Being

  Memoir

  An American Childhood

  The Writing Life

  Narrative Nonfiction/Travels

  Teaching a Stone to Talk

  Theory

  Living by Fiction

  Poems

  Tickets for a Prayer Wheel

  Mornings Like This

  Journalism

  Encounters with Chinese Writers

  Fiction

  The Living

  Credits

  Jacket Design by Mary Schuck

  Copyright

  THE MAYTREES. Copyright © 2007 by Annie Dillard. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

  EPub Edition © MAY 2007 ISBN: 9780061809743

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  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Contents

  Prologue

  Part One

  Part Two

  Part Three

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also By Annie Dillard

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

 


 

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