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A vast, lunar bog stretched away into the mist from either side of the path, just brown grass and teacolored water as far as I could see, featureless but for the occasional mound of piledup stones. It ended abruptly at a forest of skeletal trees, branches spindling up like the tips of wet paintbrushes, and for a while the path became so lost beneath fallen trunks and carpets of ivy that navigating it was a matter of faith. I wondered how an elderly person like Miss Peregrine would ever be able to negotiate such an obstacle course. She must get deliveries, I thought, though the path looked like it hadnt seen a footprint in months, if not years. I scrambled over a giant trunk slick with moss, and the path took a sharp turn. The trees parted like a curtain and suddenly there it was, cloaked in fog, looming atop a weedchoked hill. The house. I understood at once why the s had refused to come.
Oh, my sweet lord, I sputtered, choking down a mouthful, what is this Fermented motor oil Just about, he said, laughing, and then snatched it back. Its not like American beer. Not that youd know what that tastes like, right Absolutely not, I said with a wink, even though it was true. My dad liked to believe I was as popular and adventuresome as he was at my agea myth it had always seemed easiest to perpetuate. I underwent a brief interrogation about how Id gotten to the house and who had taken me there, and because the easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story rather than make them up, I passed with flying colors. I conveniently forgot to mention that Worm and Dylan had tricked me into wading through sheep excrement and then bailed out a halfmile from our destination. Dad seemed pleased that Id already managed to meet a couple my own age; I guess I also forgot to mention the part about them hating me. So how was the house Trashed. He winced. Guess its been a long time since your Grandpa lived there, huh Yeah. Or anyone. He closed the laptop, a sure sign I was about to receive his full attention. I can see youre disappointed. Well, I didnt come thousands of miles looking for a house full of creepy garbage. So whatre you going to do Find people to talk to. Someone will know what happened to the who used to live there. I figure a few of them must still be alive, on the mainland if not around here. In a nursing home or something. Sure. Thats an idea. He didnt sound convinced, though. There was an odd pause, and then he said, So do you feel like youre starting to get a better handle on who your grandpa was, being here I thought about it. I dont know. I guess so. Its just an island, you know He nodded. Exactly. What about you Me He shrugged. I gave up trying to understand my father a long time ago. Thats sad. Werent you interested Sure I was. Then, after a while, I wasnt anymore. I could feel the conversation going in a direction I wasnt entirely comfortable with, but I persisted anyway. Why not When someone wont let you in, eventually you stop knocking. Know what I mean He hardly ever talked like this. Maybe it was the beer, or that we were so far from home, or maybe hed decided I was finally old enough to hear this stuff. Whatever the reason, I didnt want him to stop. But he was your dad. How could you just give up It wasnt me who gave up! he said a little too loudly, then looked down, embarrassed and swirled the beer in his glass. Its just thatthe truth is, I think your grandpa didnt know how to be a dad, but he felt like he had to be one anyway, because none of his brothers or sisters survived the war. So he dealt with it by being gone all the timeon hunting trips, business trips, you name it. And even when he was around, it was like he wasnt. Is this about that one Halloween
I didnt know how to respond. Was he jealous of me Why are you telling me this Because youre my son, and I dont want you to get hurt. Hurt how He paused. Outside the clouds shifted, the last rays of daylight throwing our shadows against the wall. I got a sick feeling in my stomach, like when your parents are about to tell you theyre splitting up, but you know it before they even open their mouths. I never dug too deep with your grandpa because I was afraid of what Id find, he said finally. You mean about the war No. Your grandpa kept those secrets because they were painful. I understood that. I mean about the traveling, him being gone all the time. What he was really doing. I thinkyour aunt and I both thoughtthat there was another woman. Maybe more than one. I let it hang between us for a moment. My face tingled strangely. Thats crazy, Dad. We found a letter once. It was from a woman whose name we didnt know, addressed to your grandfather. I love you, I miss you, when are you coming back, that kind of thing. Seedy, lipstickonthecollar type stuff. Ill never forget it. I felt a hot stab of shame, like somehow it was my own crime he was describing. And yet I couldnt quite believe it. We tore up the letter and flushed it down the toilet. Never found another one, either. Guess he was more careful after that. I didnt know what to say. I couldnt look at my father. Im sorry, Jake. This must be hard to hear. I know how much you worshipped him. He reached out to squeeze my shoulder but I shrugged him off, then scd back my chair and stood up. I dont worship anyone. Okay. I just I didnt want you to be surprised, thats all. I grabbed my jacket and slung it over my shoulder. What are you doing Dinners on the way. Youre wrong about him, I said. And Im going to prove it. He sighed. It was a lettinggo kind of sigh. Okay. I hope you do. I slammed out of the Priest Hole and started walking, heading nowhere in particular. Sometimes you just need to go through a door.
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