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Ever since they’ve been on their own, life has been tough for Ben and his mother. Though they love each other, their life together has been a series of bitter fights and standoffs. But when his mother marries Lyle, at last Ben finds a missing puzzle piece. Ben’s new stepfather is an easygoing charmer, and he and Ben grow close. Things aren’t as smooth with Ben’s new stepbrother, Dustin. Surly, distant, self-destructive, and forever grieving for his lost mother, Dustin holds everyone at arm’s length. As their newly formed family struggles to fit together, Dustin suffers a serious diving accident. From tragedy emerges the chance for Ben to finally confront his distant mother, and maybe even make peace with his elusive stepbrother. This ebook features a personal history by Adele Griffin including rare images and never-before-seen documents from the author’s own collection.
Adele Griffin
Adele Griffin (b. 1970) is a critically lauded author of children’s and young adult fiction. Born in Philadelphia, she began writing after college, when a job at a children’s publishing house introduced her to the world of young adult literature. She drew praise for her first novel, Rainy Season (1996), a heartfelt portrayal of a young American girl’s life in the Panama Canal Zone in the late 1970s. In books like Sons of Liberty (1997) and Amandine (2001), she continued to explore the sometimes harsh realities of family life, and become known for intuitive, honest, and realistic fiction. Over the past several years, Griffin has won a number of awards, including National Book Award nominations for Sons of Liberty (1997) and Where I Want to Be (2005). Her books are regularly cited on ALA Best and ALA Notable lists. A number of her novels, such as the four-book Witch Twins series, introduce an element of lighthearted fantasy. Griffin lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.
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Dive - Adele Griffin
Dive
Adele Griffin
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A Personal History of Adele Griffin
YOU WOULD HAVE CALLED her a fruitcake.
Why do you want to get into it with that fruitcake? Your laugh sticking to the words.
The alarm clock winks 12:00, but my watch reads ten to six. Downstairs, Lyle is unloading the dishwasher and humming and clearing his throat. My fingers rub the dots of the phone mouthpiece; from inside I hear the tin lady’s voice.
If you’d like to make a call …
Mallory isn’t in the phone book, which is why I got her number memorized.
She’s unlisted, Lyle had told me after her first session, pie-eyed because Lyle himself would never keep hid from people. Next thing he said was about her being famous.
Famous? How, famous?
On TV famous, he answered, and he rolled up onto his toes, a hand knobbed in each pants pocket, he lifted up and then he pitched back on his heels. Channel Five on the weekend news. We’ll watch her sometime.
So I looked at him funny, because you know Lyle, he won’t let words tip out of his mouth for the sake of hearing them drop. Sure, I said, and when Lyle went upstairs I opened the folder he’d left on the kitchen desk and read her index card.
She lived in the city, so even her area code was different. I memorized it straight off. I like secrets, especially ones that don’t belong to me.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
I blow out my breath and I punch in her numbers.
Hello?
Her voice is scared since it’s too early for calls.
Mallory?
Bennett? Is that you?
Yeah, Ben.
Even after six months, she forgets about how I’m not a Bennett.
What’s wrong?
It’s Dustin. He got hurt.
What happened?
Next thing I hear is the flap of covers as she squirms herself up.
We don’t know exactly. He was out on the beach, he’d been climbing some rocks and he fell. He broke his arm or his shoulder, messed himself up pretty bad. My mom called around midnight. He’s in the hospital. Our plane’s at seven-ten.
"How bad is pretty bad?"
For the third time I tell her we don’t know. Then it sounds like a dog got hold of the phone from the way Mallory’s snuffle-breathing. I know she’s trying to think if I should put Lyle on.
Where’s Lyle? Would he want me to go, too?
My turn to sniff and huff. He’s downstairs.
Which airline?
I tell her, and on the other end I hear the knock-around movements of Mallory out of bed, gangling through her room. I picture it like in a hotel. Slippery pillows and long curtains and no mess.
Ben, buddy?
Lyle calls from the kitchen. Let’s get moving, guy.
See you,
I whisper, and then the phone’s back together in one piece like it never happened.
Why you want to get into it with that fruitcake? you ask inside my head. Her and her glimmery eyelids, her clicky shoes. What do you get out of it?
Because you’d never put a person to use unless you had to. You’d call Mallory an extra, somebody who might lean back if she got leaned on.
I can handle it myself, is what you’d say. I got it, thanks anyhow.
No matter how much use another person might be.
Although there’s times I try seeing through your crooked view on the world, unlike you, I don’t mind a little leaning. I don’t mind Mallory’s concern.
When I go downstairs, I see Lyle’s got my cereal ready, with a folded napkin and the milk in a jug.
Juice first. Long day ahead of us.
I think maybe I should say something about phoning Mallory. Then I figure if she shows up at all, she’ll be able to explain her reasons for coming with us better than I ever could.
So instead I lift my glass and drink, one long slow sip to the bottom.
IT WAS LYLE WHO FIGURED out about me and juice, back when I was seven and Mom and me had just moved in with him.
Ben’s an honest-to-God pain-in-the-you-know-where when he wakes up, she told Lyle, after I’d got in a tussle with her about combing my hair or washing up or whatever show-off thing she’d been gunning me to do before breakfast, just to prove to Lyle how good she raised me. Then she called me Son of Frankenstein, making her monster face of a tooth-grille smile and popped-up eyebrows. Her acting foolish was another show-off thing for Lyle, but it didn’t strike me funny since the joke was on my real dad’s name—Frank—and missing him still felt like mud on my heart.
Maybe it’s low blood sugar, Lyle answered. He reached over and poured me a long glass of orange juice to the brim.
Drink it all down at once, Lyle said. Some people need a hit of juice to get started.
And some people just need to get hit, you said. You were thirteen, six and one quarter years older than me, but even then I knew you shouldn’t have been so smart-mouth, and I was surprised that nobody talked you back.
Instead, your insult spun out like a lasso over all us three, since you were equal mad at everybody—at Mom, for moving in with Lyle; at Lyle, for letting her; and at me, since I came attached to Mom. It was the fact of me more than the who of me that irked you, I figured. I hoped.
Then Mom laughed and blew a circle of smoke from her breakfast cigarette. We watched it halo the table, and your own mouth O’ed in copy pretending like the smoke had come from you. Then Mom reached across and flicked your ear, which caught you by surprise.
Wise apple, she said. Kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?
You slid your eyes to the corners and pulled a kind of smile to one side of your mouth.
If I did, I wouldn’t say, you answered. How do you do those?
So Mom passed you the rest of her cigarette in spite of Lyle’s dark look, his mumbling, Well, now, Gina, I don’t think. … And she gave you some pointers, letting you hack and spit while you tried to make rings. Meantime, I lifted my glass of orange juice and glubbed it all the way down to the end without stopping.
And Lyle was right, it perked me up not bad.
SUN IS BEGINNING TO sift through the moth colors of morning once we hit the road. We listen to all-news radio and the Zoo before switching to country. I wait for the music to ease Lyle’s mood before asking him.
What else did Mom tell you?
Not so much. She’s upset.
Will he recognize us? Be awake and all?
I couldn’t tell you. It was hard to get a straight answer out of your mother.
The side of Lyle’s face is fiercer than the front, where he looks like those olden-days paintings of Jesus, if Jesus had worn tortoiseshell glasses and flannel shirts. From the side, though, Lyle’s