Authors: Helen Frost
and I know that Prince and Lucky are
smart
enough
to follow my commands, no matter who is leading.
I give all the dogs a pep talk:
You know the trails.
We'll take it slow this first time, see how it goes.
I haven't told anyone I think Roxy can see
a little bit. I'm not sure why. I just
have a feeling it's something
she wants to keep
secret.
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I
can
think better
out here with my dogs,
the sound of the sled runners,
quiet as my thoughts, inside me
and around me, all at the same time.
It's so amazing that
Roxy is
keeping up
with Cora! Is she
telling me
that she can
see? Or is she saying
something
else, like:
Seeing isn't as
important
as you think.
Roxy is such a pretty dog, so smart.
Everyone always loves her,
but none of us knew
how tough she
could
be.
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It's
hard to say
who's leading.
Roxy and Cora and I
all seem to have the same idea
of where we're going. The dogs turn
off onto the old trail before I tell them to.
When we arrive at the diamond willow grove,
they both come to a stop before
I can
even say
Whoa
.
I want to know if Roxy is going to
keep
her eyes closed here.
When I look, they are wide open, like
a secret
passageway between
her thoughts and my own.
Roxy,
I am thinking to her,
did you know
I had a sister? Her name was Diamond and she died, just four days
after she was born. They brought her ashes here because of these
diamond willow trees. This is where they got our name.
Roxy
thinks back to me,
Oh yes, Willow. I know about Diamond.
I know her as well as I know you.
For some reason, I
am not surprised. Then Roxy thinks,
Willow,
don't tell anyone that I can see.
I understand that, too. Now
we're both thinking
together,
This
will be our
secret.
Yes.
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Cora (Willow's great-grandfather's sister)
When Willow looks into Roxy's eyes, I can hear them thinking to each other. The other dogs don't listen, so I'm the only witness. I don't think they know that I can hear.
I figured out who Roxy must have been when she was human. She was the baby they called Diamond.
I remember Diamond shining like a star in that brief time that she was here. Everyone kept saying she was perfect. Well, of course she was perfect: she didn't live long enough to do anything wrong.
No one would say the same for Roxyâwhen she was a puppy, she was always causing trouble. Once she chewed a hole in the screen door and tried to push herself through. She got her head stuck and pulled it back out; then she gave up and went to sleep under the aspen tree. When everyone came home, Roxy looked so innocent, they looked around to see who could have done it, and guess who took the blame? I got blamed for lots of things that Roxy did. It never bothered me too much. I liked Roxy just as much as they did.
Come to think of it, Roxy was always trying to get into the house. There was that time when she was a little bigger, and she started digging under the front door. When the hinges loosened and the door swung open, Roxy ran inside. I heard them say they found her hiding under some clothes in a corner of Willow's closet. They put her back out in the dog yard with the rest of us, and for days she drove us crazy with her howling. No one, including me, could figure out what was wrong.
Now I think I understandâif Roxy is Willow's twin, of course she wants to stay inside.
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At
last,
Kaylie and I
have a chance to be
alone. Mom is taking Zanna
to the dentist, Dad is working late, and
Richard has basketball practice after school.
Kaylie meets me at my locker and we walk to my
house together. First she tells me every detail of every
conversation she and Richard have had in the past week.
Then finally she asks:
How are you, Willow? How is Roxy?
(It feels like all one question.) When
I tell
her what I found out
about having a twin sister (I love this about
Kaylie
), she stops
in her tracks to stare at me, like she
almost
doesn't believe me,
but she does. So I tell her
everything
I know about Diamond.
Remember where we found shelter the night of the blizzard?
She remembers.
Well,
I say,
It's almost like that's the place
where Diamond lives.
I tell her how Roxy and Cora took
the sled there, and she asks,
Are Roxy's eyes healed?
I think,
Yes!
But I'm careful. I say,
Maybe, almost.
Kaylie asks,
I mean, can Roxy see?
I hesitate.
I half answer,
How would I know that?
I hate to do that to my best friend,
butâI'm pretty sure of thisâ
I made a promise to my
other best friend,
Roxy.
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Roxy
sleeps
curled up
on my bed, and
I dream of Diamond
here beside me.
We
are both
the age I am now. In the
dream
, we're
at school and we're sitting at
the same
table.
I'm thinking,
This must be a
dream
,
because all
the sparkly kids who always sit
together
are asking
if they can sit with us. They're all coming up to us and
saying
Diamond, Willow, can we sit here?
(Or are they
saying
Diamond Willow
?) I'm quiet, like I always am,
while Diamond is saying,
Sure, just save that place
for Kaylie,
and,
Good luck in the game tonight,
and,
Are you coming to our party tomorrow?
Our party? I forgotâtomorrow is my (our)
birthday. I've never had a party. (I'm not
sure I'd know how.) I wake up, but I
don't open my eyes because I know
Diamond will be gone when I do.
After a while, I open one eyeâ
and there's Roxy, sitting
right where I've been
looking, in the
dream, at
Diamond.
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Dad
and Mom,
with Kaylie's help,
planned a surprise partyâ
For
you and Roxy,
Kaylie says,
because
Roxy's almost better, and you're thirteen.
Marty's home; Grandma and Grandpa came;
Zanna got to invite one of her friends, and Kaylie
invited four kids we know from school (Richard,
two quiet kids that Kaylie and I both like, and that
boy called Jonâhe's been saying he wants to meet
Roxy). Usually I'd hate this kind of surprise. More
than seven people in a room, and
I'm
off hiding in a
closet somewhere. Thirteen, I'm
actually
sweating,
if not crying. But Roxy is
enjoying
all the attention
everyone is showering on her.
This
dog,
Richard
announces,
was nearly blinded, and could have
died when she was out all night in the worst
blizzard of the yearâyet look at her now!
Let's have a toast to Roxy!
Okay, he's
been watching a little too much TV,
but we do look at Roxy: her eyes
are closed, and she's grinning
the way dogs do, that look
that says,
If only I could
talk, I'd have a few
things to tell
you.
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I'm
not sure
how the kids
will react when
Grandma starts telling
riddles.
I see something,
she says.
Someone is untangling his dog lines.
Pretty soon those dogs will start howling.
I laugh, because I know
this is
Grandma's
way to have some gentle
fun
, teasing Dad.
Jon looks all around the room and guesses:
I think I might know the answer. Maybe
it's your father, changing the strings
on his guitar.
Pretty good, for his
first time meeting Grandma.
He glances over at me
like he's hoping
I'm impressed
and that I'll
smile, and
I am
and
do.
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I'm
almost finished
sanding and polishing my
diamond willow stick. Dad sits down
with me and asks what I want to use it for.
He shows me a picture of a diamond willow lamp.
I love that idea! Dad helps me measure and plan it, and
then he starts talking about
Roxy
.
Do you think she's well
enough to go back outside? It
makes
sense to move her back
before she gets used to being indoors.
Me
? Dad is asking me
what I think about Roxy? No one is going to
laugh
at what I
have to say, or pretend to listen and then ignore me? I say,
Roxy should stay inside.
Dad doesn't argue, but he seems
a little doubtful. And then, as if someone planned this,
just at that moment, a mouse runs across the room.
Squeak, squeak!
it says, and Roxy goes,
Arf, Arf!
and the mouse runs back into its little hole,
and Dad says,
Come to think of it, that's
the first mouse I've seen in here since
Roxy's been inside.
So just like that
it's all settled: Roxy is our new
mouser. I go over to her and
stroke her ears, smiling.
No one else is looking,
so Roxy opens both
her eyes and
laughs.
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A
perfect
trail, a perfect
day: new snowâquiet,
dry, and sparkling, the kind
that doesn't hurt the dogs' feet.
The days are getting longer, warmer,
twenty above zero instead of twenty below.
I'm running all six dogs, with Cora and Roxy
leading the team like two wings of a swan.
I feel like
I am
flying with them, like my
twin sister
Diamond
is alive inside me
saying,
Willow
, this is happiness.
Me, these dogs, this snow, the
spruce hen flying just
ahead of us:
This is
happiness.
I
see.
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Jean, Willow's great-great-great grandmother (Spruce Hen)
Almost every day now, Willow is out here with her dogs. Up and down the old trails and the new ones. She knows her way around about as well as I do.