Telephone of the Tree - Softcover

McGhee, Alison

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593698479 ISBN 13: 9780593698471

Verlag: Penguin Young Readers Group, 2025

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An unforgettable, tender story about grief and the support of community as a young girl, faced with aching loss, begins to understand that what we love will always be with us.

Ayla and her best friend Kiri have always been tree people. They each have their own special tree, and neighbors and family know that they are most likely to be found within the branches. But after an accident on their street, Kiri has gone somewhere so far away that Ayla can only wait and wait in her birch, longing to be able to talk with Kiri again.

Then a mysterious, old-fashioned telephone appears one morning, nestled in the limbs of Ayla's birch tree. Where did it come from? she wonders. And why are people showing up to use this phone to call their loved ones? Especially loved ones who have passed on.

All Ayla wants is for Kiri to come home. Until that day comes, she will keep Kiri's things safe. She'll keep her nightmares to herself. And she will not make a call on that telephone.

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How I picture the night Kiri and I first met each other, first looked into each other’s eyes, first reached for each other’s hand, back when we were babies:
The moon like a bright white ship sailing through the sky.
Tree limbs dark against the moonlight, branches reaching to the invisible sun.
Kiri’s mom holding Kiri tight in her arms and dancing Kiri down the block.
My dad holding me tight in his arms and dancing me down the block.
In the bright moonlight they dance their crying babies up and down the block so we’ll stop crying, so we’ll be peaceful, so we’ll . . .
sleep
sleep
sleeeeeeep

I picture Kiri’s mom and my dad whispering the names of all the trees to Kiri and me as they dance us past:
oak maple willow
birch pine mulberry
crabapple ginkgo butternut
and all those whispers weave their way into our hearts that night, so that night of dancing with the trees becomes the night that made
Kiri and me
love trees
maybe even
want to be trees
because of their tall, strong calm

Almost all the trees on our block were planted to celebrate new babies—

oak for Pops
maple for Dad
mulberry for Mrs. S
weeping willows for Rowan and Geneva
little crabapple for Gentleman
baby birch for me
baby pine for Kiri

The oak and maple and mulberry trees are tall and wide now. They’ve been growing as long as Pops and Dad and Mrs. S have been alive.
But two of the trees were planted not for new babies, but in remembrance of people who passed on.
The ginkgo in honor of Mrs. S’s husband, Douglas, because he loved their beautiful fan-shaped leaves.
The butternut in honor of my grandmother Randa, because she loved to eat butternuts.

Fast-forward to second grade. Kiri and I are in Mr. Nesbitt’s class. He has just told us all to draw aWhat Do You Want to Be? picture.
“Imagine yourselves at age thirty,” he says.
Thirty?
Kiri and I are seven. It takes a long time for us just to count to thirty. We look at each other.
“I mean, my mom is thirty,” Kiri whispers.
“My parents are thirty-one,” I whisper back.
Will we ever be that old? When we get to that age, will we feel old?
Thirty is so, so far in the future.

But Kiri and I know what we want to be. We’ve always known, known from the night our parents danced us past the trees.
I look over at Kiri, who’s already drawing, sketching an outline on rough paper.
Tall brown trunk. Branches curving downward, filled with pine cones. A child with braids and a round face smiling out of the trunk itself.
“White pine!” I say.
Kiri nods and smiles. Their own white pine, planted in front of their house at the end of the block when Kiri was born, is already taller than they are.
My turn.

I pick up a tan crayon and a white crayon and a green crayon and begin to draw.
White trunks split at the base and curve upward. Papery branches float out and up. Green leaves dance on limbs.
“River birch!” Kiri says.
“Yup!”
Then:
“TREES?” Martina says in her Martina voice. “Kids can’t be TREES.”
Martina always, somehow, knows what to say to make others feel bad.

Right away my hand covers up the drawing. Right away Martina’s eyes flash and she smirks. She knows she’s gotten to me.
Martina always gets to me.
But not to Kiri.
“What’s your problem, Martina?”
Kiri is calm, and their voice is soft, and their question sounds like a question but isn’t. What Kiri is really saying isback off.
“Mr. Nesbitt told us to draw what we want to be, right?” Kiri continues. “And Ayla and I want to be trees.”

Kiri has power.
Kiri has presence.
Kiri is already like a tree.
“Ayla and I are dreaming big,” Kiri says to Martina. “Why shouldn’t we?”
Yeah, why shouldn’t we? I think, and we look at Martina until she frowns and backs away.
Kiri makes everything better.
That day in Mr. Nesbitt’s class is the day I learn you don’t have to make up an excuse for what you want to be.
You can just dream big.

Kiri and I are ten now. Second grade was a long time ago, but we still dream big.
I still think about that day, though. I see Martina’s face and the way she backed slowly away from our table, as if there were a force field around it.
I see Mr. Nesbitt’s head, bent over his desk. His dark hair fallen across his face, and his pencil scribblingshhh-shhh-shhh across the same rough paper the rest of us used back then.
I wish Kiri were around right now. It’s easier to dream big when they’re with me.
Junie For Short must wish Kiri were here too. Junie For Short is Kiri’s dog, and sometimes these days she just howls and howls.
“Junie sure misses Kiri,” my mom says. “Just like the rest of us.”

“Her name is Junie For Short,” I say. “Don’t call her Junie.”
Junie For Short’s real name is Juniper, but that name was too big for the tiny puppy she used to be. So Kiri and I nicknamed her Junie, for short, only what stuck was the whole thing: Junie For Short.
I don’t howl, but I miss Kiri too.
I picture Kiri, calm and strong, like a tree.
Kiri, come home.
Just as I’m thinking that, Junie For Short, all the way down the block at Kiri’s house, begins to howl again, as if she can hear my thoughts.

“That dog’s always crying these days,” says a voice from the sidewalk.
“I bet she misses Kiri,” says a child’s voice, and at the sound of those voices I stay
still
still
still
in my birch tree, because I know the voices are Gentleman and his mother. Gentleman is a nickname too. His real name is Fraser, but no one calls him that except his parents, and only when they’re angry with him.
Which is a lot.
Not today, though.

Since Kiri left, I try to avoid Gentleman, but it’s kind of impossible because he lives on our block.
He keeps asking me about Kiri, like he’s worried or something, like he wants me to talk. Like he doesn’t like me being quiet.
He tells me to call Kiri.
“I can’t,” I tell him. “There’s no phone where Kiri is.”
“Text them, then.”
“Gentleman. You need a phone to text.”
“Well then, go visit!”
I just close my eyes and shake my head. There’s a lot that Gentleman doesn’t understand, about phones and a whole lot else. So as he and his mom pass by my tree, I shrink up against it, hoping he won’t see me.

It’s futile. Up he comes to me in my tree. Five years old and full of swagger. The top of his head, with its sproingy wild curls, bobs in my direction.
You can’t deny it, Gentleman’s a cute kid.
But he’s also a pain, with his constant chatter. His constant But why are you so quiet these days andWhy don’t you just call Kiri.
“Go home, Gentleman,” I say. “Your mom’s going to start yelling for you any second.”
Through the birch leaves I see his mom’s almost at their apartment building.Hey! Come back and get your kid, I think.
But then I see that Gentleman doesn’t look like his usual self. His eyes aren’t bright, the way they usually are. He just looks at me.

Then: “Can I tell you something, Ayla?”
I shrug. It’s no use to say no. If Kiri were...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Penguin Young Readers Group
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2025
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593698479
• ISBN 13: 9780593698471
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 209
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