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In The Gentle Light Of The Solar-powered Lamp We Had Scrounged From Someone’s Shed, Mitch Was Grinning So Broadly That His Back Teeth Shone. “Try It Out.” Between The Two Of Us, He Held A Large Bag Of Doritos.

Christ, Mitch! What Did You Get It From? I Felt The Air-pressurized Bag To Make Sure It Was Genuine. My Filthy Fingers Skittered Like Skates Over The Shiny Surface. It Was Genuine A Rotten Hole In One Of My Molars Yelled Its Displeasure As My Mouth Began To Spew.

Back There In The Previous House, Tucked Up On Top Of The Cupboard As Mom Used To Do When She Didn’t Want Us To Access Certain Items.

Talking About Mom, Who Had Only Been Gone For A Few Months, Still Hurt. To Soothe Our Pain, My Brother Opened The Bag. And That Loud Release Of Air And Processed Dust Cheered Us Like Cheese-scented Fireworks.

We Were In A Tree House On The Outskirts Of A Small City That Had Been Abandoned For A While, Much Like A Long-gone Convenience Store. We Were A Few Hours Away From Toronto, The Former Southern Metropolitan City, Back When There Were Still So Many Cities That Each Had A Different Name Rather Than A Direction. Northeast Metropolis, Southern Township, West City…

A Lucky Child Must Have Had A Contractor For A Father Since The Tree House Was Fantastic. It Had A Gable Roof With Genuine Shingles And Was Conveniently Two Stories Above The Untrimmed Lawn. After Missing Three Days Of School, We Had Been Hiding Out There. Dad Had Taught Us That The Best Way To Hide Is To Keep Moving Before He Left With The Council And We Never Saw Him Again, But This Spring Had Been Damp; It Had Rained Intermittently For Almost A Week, And We Couldn’t Resist The Dry Comfort Of The One-room Tree House With Built-in Benches. Furthermore, We Reasoned That Because It Was Elevated Like A Sniper Hole, We Could See If Someone Was Pursuing Us.

No Louder Than A Champagne Cork, It Probably Started With That First Pop Of Air Against Metallic Plastic. I Saw The School Truancy Officers—we Called Them Recruiters—coming For Us With Their Faces Pressed Against The Wind And Their Sunglasses Reflecting The Row Of Homes Behind Which We Were Hiding In Our Wooden Dream House. And Sure Enough, They Were Rounding The House Into The Backyard By The Time We Had Crunched Through The First Sweet, Salty Handfuls.

“shit.” “what?” Mitch Set The Bag Down And Turned To The North Wall’s Window. You’re Going To Have To Listen To Me Very Carefully, Francis. “what?” I Knew It Was A Mistake. Only My Mother Ever Called Me Francis, And Even Then Only When I Was In Trouble. He Never Did. Since I Can Remember, I’ve Been A Frenchie. “Listen Now,” To Look At Me, He Turned Away From The Window. As Low As You Can, “You Are Going To Climb Out The Back Window And Onto The Roof.” However, Mitch! I Am Unable To Scale A Window.

“Yeah, You Can, And You Will. There Isn’t A Better Damn Climber Than You. You’ll Then Grab The Pine Tree Behind Us And Climb Up Into It Once You’re On The Roof. Keep Yourself As Near To The Trunk As You Can. Where The Shadows Are The Thickest, You Must Shimmy Into The Back Part. You Move First. They Know Someone Is Up Here, But They Don’t Know How Many Someones, So It’s Too Late, Buddy. My Throat Felt As Tight As A Pinhole. Voices Are Compressed In This Way To Create Hysterical Screeching. Mitchell, No! He Swung Around Once Again, His Eyes Burning With Intent On The Verge Of Anger. “now. “Get Moving, Francis!”

He Was The Only Thing I Had Left; I Couldn’t Have Him Mad At Me. I Rushed Out The Window And Bent Upward To Grab The Roof Slats. I Shimmied Up, Pressed My Belly Into The Wood, And Tightened My Butt. Just High Enough To See The First Recruit Lift A Whistle To His Mouth, Tuck It Behind His Sandy Moustache, And Blow That High-pitched Terror Tone From Our Nightmares, I Raised My Head Once. Mitch Began Banging On The Plywood Walls And Shouting “Tabernacle!” Under The Roof. “Devils, Come Get Me!”

I Was Propelled Into The Pine By Fear. Sweat And Skin Held Me There As The Hairy Knots On The Sticky Trunk Scraped My Thighs. I Started Crying As The Needles Pushed Themselves Into My Armpits And Poked Into My Arms. I Dragged My Perspiring Body To The Other Side Of The Pine, Red And Swollen Scrapes Appearing On My Thighs And Back. The Whistles, Now Two, Continued To Blow Into The Yard Throughout.

Come Get Me, Fools! I Now Noticed Both Of The Recruiters: Navy Shorts With A High Waist, Red Striped Gym Socks Pulled Up To The Knees, And Low Mesh-sided Sneakers That Give You A Fast And Polished Appearance. Their Shorts Were A Shade Lighter Than Their Zip-front Windbreakers, Which Partially Covered Their Polo Shirts. From This Distance, The Logo On The Left Side Could Not Be Seen, But I Knew It Said, “Government Of Canada: Department Of Oneirology.” Those Silver Whistles Were Hung Around Their Necks On White Cords.

In The Treehouse, Mitch Was Acting Erratically. While Dragging Him Onto The Grass And Down The Ladder, They Shouted. A Bone Sounded Like A Young Branch And Snapped. When They Each Started Pulling On An Arm, He Yelled. In Order To Drown Out Any Sounds Of A Little Escape In The Trees, He Yelled Inside The House, Into The Front Yard, And Into The Van.

Then The Door Closed Slidingly. And Then An Engine Turned On And Started To Spin. And I Was By Myself. My Goal Was To Let Go. I Wanted To Unfasten My Thighs From Their Holds, Take My Arms Off The Trunk, Fold Them To My Chest Like A Mummy, And Fall In A Backward Swan Dive To The Bottom. I Pulled My Hand Back And Grabbed The Shoulder On The Other Side. A Deep Inhale. You Are Capable Of Doing This. As It Started To Release, The Other Hand Trembled. The Additional Strain Caused The Skin On My Thighs To Burn. They Would Soon Be Unclenched As Well. Deep Inhalation

I Would Be Taken To The School With Mitch If I Managed To Survive The Fall, Which Was A Possibility. This Idea Seemed Appealing At First, And For A While I Imagined A Television Reunion Between Me, Mitch, Mom, And Dad. But I Was Aware That Wouldn’t Be The Outcome. A Few Students Had Managed To Flee The Schools, And The Tales They Related Were Anything But Heartwarming.

One Evening While We Were Still Living Together, My Father Had Said, “There’s A Man Named Miigwans Who Came By Council Last Night.

He Made His Getaway From The Satellite School Up By Lake Superior.

Dad Had Under-eye Bags. He Had Gathered Us At The Kitchen Table To Speak, But His Voice Was Halting And It Seemed Like He Would Prefer Not To. It Was Difficult To Understand, And He Was Frantic As He Attempted To Flee Immediately In Search Of This Isaac Man.

“Miigwans Claims That The Governors’ Committee Didn’t Establish The Schools Brand New; He Claims That They Were Based On The Old Residential School System They Used To Try To Break Our People To Begin With, Way Back” He Paused And Drank Half Of The Moonshine That Was In The Old Pop Bottle That He Kept On The Back Stoop. He Pressed It Firmly On The Picnic Table That We Had Hauled Into The Cabin’s Main Room. The Glass’ Hollow Curve Echoed The Wood. Punctuation Was Used. I Sprang Up At It. When He Spoke About How The World Had Changed, He Was In The Dark Place He Went To. He Said That The Fact That We Couldn’t Remember How Things Had Been Helped Us Grieve Less. I Trusted Him.

“All Right, Boys, That’s It, Time For Bed.” Mom Pushed Us Out The Door Before We Could Organise A Defence To Stay By Shooing Us Off The Bench. Dad Stopped Me And Kissed The Top Of My Head, And For A Little Moment, I Felt Secure.

As We Were Lying In Bed That Night, We Heard Mom Sobbing. After Our Apartment In The City Lost Power And Things Became Dangerous, We Packed Up That Little Cottage The Next Day. Even Though We Hadn’t Even Been There For A Full Year, None Of Us, Particularly Mitch And I, Were Eager To Go. We Had Relatives Here, Both Blood And Non-blood. There Were Other Families That Had Settled Here, Just Like Us. The New Road Allowance Was The Name Given By The Elderly. And So, In Order To Move Once Again, We Crammed Blanket-wrapped Jars Of Preserves And Clothing Into Our Duffel Bags. I Pondered Our Journey From The City To This Settlement.