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II f Fire.151"the light of annight-like al1was burning i "Nl theseIGuy said. "Yo "He has q"Page forty, r The boy!EDWIDGE DANTICATEdwidge Danticat was born in the city ofPort-au-Prince, Haiti, in 1969 andimmigrated to the United States with her parents (a cab driver and textile worker)at the age oftwelve. She is the author ofthree plays and seven novels. She has editedbooks and published a memoir, Brother, I'm Dying, in 2007. In 1995, she published,Krik?Krak!, her only collection ofshort stories, which includes 'A Wall ofFireRising" and was a finalist for the National Book Award. More information aboutDanticat's literary themes and personal background can befound in the literaryanalysis, 'An Interview with Edwidge Danticat" on page 158."Listen to what happened today:' Guy said ashe barged through the rattling door of his tinyshack.His wife, Lili,was squatting in the middleoftheir one-room home, spreading cornmealmush on banana leaves for their supper."Listen to what happened to me today!"Guy's seven-year-old son-Little Guy dashed from a corner and grabbed his fa . ther's hand. The boy dropped his. composi tion notebook as he leaped to his father,nearly stepping into the corn mush and her ring that his mother had set out in a trio ofhalf gourds on the clay floor."Our boy is in a play." Lili quickly robbedLittle Guy of the honor of telling his father thenews."A play?" Guy affectionately stroked theboy's hair.The boy had such tiny corkscrew curlsthat no amount of brushing could ever makethem all look like a single entity. The otherboys at the Lycee Jean-Jacques called him"pepper head" because each separate kinkystrand was coiled into a tight tiny ball thatlooked like small peppercorns."When is this play?" Guy asked both theboy and his wife. "Arewe going to have to buynew clothes for this?"5Liligot up from the floor and inclined herface towards her husband's in order to re ceive her nightly peck on the cheek."What role do you have in the play?" Guyasked, slowly rubbing the tip of his nailsacross the boy's scalp. His fingers made a softgrating noise with each invisible circle drawnaround the perimeters of the boy's head.Guy's fingers finally landed inside the boy'sears, forcing the boy to giggle until he almostgave himself the hiccups."Tell me, what is your part in the play?"Guy asked again, pulling his fingers awayfrom his son's ear."I am Boukman," the boy huffed out, asthough there was some laughter caught in histhroat."Show Papy your lines," Lili told the boyas she arranged the three open gourds on apiece of plywood raised like a table on twobricks, in the middle of the room. "My love,Boukman is the hero of the play:'The boy went back to the corner wherehe had been studying and pulled out a thickbook carefully covered in brown paper."You're going to spend a lifetime learn ing those:' Guy took the book from the boy'shand and flipped through the pages quickly.He had to strain his eyes to see the words byther, His fac rememberl "Bouk-atters of the sflooked over,veryhardwq"He alr herhusbanq"Does "We'veI"WhYdonjfor your faThe brusting tin .his lines. IUli wiaround he"Remgreatrebetion"10,'/"Doasked."He i'only thin"Suping the froom.Hand beg"Tell;mind;'L"Frequickly"La"Fryou dothat we

Danticat: A Wall of Fire RisingI'elight of an old kerosene lamp, which that,night-like all others-flickered as though it,was burning its very last wick.' these words seem so long and heavy:'.Guy said. "You think you can do this, son?""He has one very good speech:' Lili said.'Page forty, remember, son?"The boy took back the book from his father. His face was crimped in an of-course-1remember look as he searched for page forty."Bonk-man," Guy struggled with the letters of the slave revolutionary's name as helooked over his son's shoulders. {(I see somevery hard words here, son:'"He already knows his speech:' Lili toldher husband."Does he now?" asked Guy."We've been at it all afternoon:' Lili said."\Jllhy don't you go on and recite that speechforyourfather?"The boy tipped his head towards therusting tin on the roof as he prepared to recitehis lines." Lili wiped her hands on an old apron tiedaround her waist and stopped to listen,"Remember what you are:' Lili said, "agreat rebel leader. Remember, it is the revolulion:'"Dowe want him to be all of that?" Guyasked."He is Boukrnan," Lili said. "What is theonly thing on your mind now, Boukman?""Supper," Guy whispered, enviously eye ing the food cooling off in the middle of theroom. He and the boy looked at each otherandbegan to snicker."Tell us the other thing that is on yourmind;'Lilisaid, joining in their laughter.Q\ . "Free.dom!". sho ted the boy, as heIC quickly slipped mto hISrole."Louder!" urged Lili."Freedom is on my mind!" yelled the boy."Why don't you start, son?" said Guy. "Ifyou don't, we'll never get to that other thingthatwe have on our minds:'IS202530The boy closed his eyes and took a deepbreath. At first, his lips parted but nothingcame out. Lili pushed her head forward asthough she were holding her breath. Thenlike the last burst of lightning out of clearingsky, the boy began.'il wall offire is rising and in the ashes, Isee the bones ofmy people. Not only those peo pie whose dark hollow faces I see daily in thefields, but all those souls who have gone aheadto haunt my dreams. At night I reliue oncemore the last caressesfrom the hand of a lov ingfather, a valiant love, a belovedfriend."It was obvious that this was a speech written by a European man, who gave to the slaverevolutionary Boukman the kind of Europeanphrasing that might have sent the real Bouk man turning in his grave. However, thespeech made Lili and Guy stand on the tips oftheir toes from great pride. As their applausethundered in the small space of their shackthat night, they felt as though for a momentthey had been given the rare pleasure of hear ing the voice of one of the forefathers of Hait ian independence in the forced baritone oftheir only child. The experience left themboth with a strange feeling that they could notexplain. It left the hair on the back of theirnecks standing on end. It left them feelingmuch more love than they ever knew thatthey could add to their feeling for their son."Bravo," Lilicheered, pressing her son intothe folds of her apron. "Long live Boukmanand long live my boy:'"Long live our supper;' Guy said, quicklybatting his eyelashes to keep tears from rollingdown his face.The boy kept his eyes on his book as they atetheir supper that night. Usually Guy and Liliwould not have allowed that, but this was aspecial occasion. They watched proudly as theboy muttered his lines between swallows ofcornmeal.35

I CHAPTER 8Literary AnalysesThe boy was still mumbling the same"Thank you so much," Lili said, tappingwords as the three of them used the last of theher husband's arm. "It's nice to know that Irainwater trapped in old gasoline containersdeserve these much more than roses:'Taking his wife's hand, Guy said, "Let'sand sugarcane pulp from the nearby sugarcanego to the sugar mill,"mill to scrub the gourds that they had eatenfrom."Can I study my lines there?" the boyWhen things were really bad for the fam- 40 asked.ily, they boiled clean sugarcane pulp to make"You know them well enough already,"what Lili called her special sweet water tea. ItGuy said.was supposed to suppress gas and kill the"I need many repetitions;' the boy said.vermin in the stomach that made poor chil dren hungry. That and a pinch of salt underTheir feet sounded as though they were play the tongue could usually quench hunger un til Guy found a day's work or Lili could man ing a wet wind instrument as they slipped inand out of the puddles between the shacks inage to buy spices on credit and then peddlethem for a profit at the marketplace.the shantytown. Near the sugar mill was aThat night, anyway, things were good. large television screen in a iron grill cage thatthe government had installed so that theEveryone had eaten enough to put all theirhunger vermin to sleep.shantytown dwellers could watch the state The boy was sitting in front of the shacksponsored news at eight o'clock every night.on an old plastic bucket turned upside down,After the news, a gendarme would come andturn off the television set, taking home thestraining his eyes to find the words on thepage. Sometimes when there was no kerosene. key. On most nights, the people stayed at thesite long after this gendarme had gone andfor the lamp, the boy would have to go sit bytold stories to one another beneath the bigthe side of the road and study under the streetlamps with the rest of the neighborhood chil hlank screen. They made bonfires with drieddren. Tonight, at least, they had a bit of theirsticks, corn husks, and paper, cursing the au own light.thorities under their breath.Guy bent down by a small clump of oldThere was a crowd already gathering formushrooms near the boy's feet, trying to get athe nightly news event. The sugar mill workersbetter look at the plant. He emptied the lastsat in the front row in chairs or on old buckets.drops of rainwater from a gasoline containerLili and Guy passed the group, clinging toon the mushroom, wetting the bulging toestheir son so that in his childhood naivete hesticking out of his sons' sandals, which werewouldn't accidentally glance at the wrongalready coming apart around his endlesslyperson and becalled an insolent child. Theydidn't like the ambiance of the nightly newsgrowing feet.Guy tried to pluck some of the mush watch. They spared themselves trouble by go rooms, which were being pushed into the dusting instead to the sugar mill, where in the pastyear they had discovered their own wonder.as though they wanted to grow beneath theground as roots. He took one of the mush Everyone knew that the family whorooms in his hand, running his smallest fingerowned the sugar mill were eccentric "Arabs;'Haitians of Lebanese or Palestinian descentover the round bulb. He clipped the stem andwhose family had heen in the country forburied the top in a thick strand ofhis wife's hair.The mushroom looked like a dried insect 45 generations. The Assad family had a sonwho,in Lili's hair.it seems, was into all manner of odd things,"It sure makes you look special," Guythe most recent of which was a hot-air bal loon, which he had brought to Haiti fromsaid, teasing her.50America and occasitytown skies.As they approaing the field whenand deflated ballotGuy let go of the hithe boy.Lili walked 011the last few week thoughGuywas I. .- - -4reached this poin balloon. AsGuy p -harbed wire, she,his face that he withe square baske surface of the ba head. During th open, Guy woul ing at it with th most men dispqpretty girls.;Lili and the]distance as G4deeper, beyond iarated him fromIhis pants pocke,etknife, sharpe;surface of the f4moved closer,pocket, letting]son's tightlyco]"I wager GUy said.I"Whydo asked."I know it]55He folloW!mill, leading iwatch light. »hind them.balloon lookquti stretshigh grass in]tried to toucf"You're I"You're not]snakes that qn

Danticat: A Wall of Fire RisingAmerica and occasionally flew over the shan "I am here with my husband;' she said.tytown skies."You are here to protect me if anything hap As they approached the fence surround pens:'ing the field where the large wicker basketGuy reached into his shirt pocket andand deflated balloon rested on the ground,pulled out a lighter and a crumpled piece ofGuy let go of the hands of both his wife andpaper. He lit the paper until it burned to anashy film. The burning paper floated in thethe boy.Lili walked on slowly with her son. Fornight breeze for a while, landing in fragmentsthe last few weeks, she had been feeling as'on the grass."Did you see that, Lili?" Guy asked with athough Guy was lost to her each time hereached this point, twelve feet away from the'flame in his eyes brighter than the lighter's.balloon. As Guy pushed his hand through the"Did you see how the paper floated when itbarbed wire, she could tell from the look onwas burned? This is how that balloon flies:'his face that he was thinking of sitting inside"What did you mean by saying that youthe square basket while the smooth rainbowcould make it fly?" Lili asked.surface of the balloon itself floated above his"You already know all my secrets;' Guyhead. During the day, when the field wassaid as the boy came charging towards them.open, Guy would walk up to the basket, star "Papa, could you play Lago with me?"the boy asked.ing at it with the same kind of longing thatLili lay peacefully on the grass as her sonmost men display when they admire veryand husband played hide-and-seek. Guy keptpretty girls.hiding and his son kept finding him as eachLili and the boy stood watching from adistance as Guy tried to push his handtime Guy made it easier for the boy.deeper, beyond the chain link fence that sep "We rest now:' Guy was becoming breath " arated him from the balloon. He reached intoless.his pants pocket and pulled out a small pock The stars were circling the peaks of theetknife, sharpening the edges on the metalmountains, dipping into the cane fields be surface of the fence. When his wife and child longing to the sugar mill. As Guy caught hismoved closer, he put the knife back in hisbreath, the boy raced around the fence, run ning as fast as he could to purposely makepocket, letting his fingers slide across hishimself dizzy.son's tightly coiled curls."I wager you 1 can make this thing fly,""Listen to what happened today;' GuyGuy said.whispered softly in Lili's ear."I heard you say that when you walked in"Why do you think you can do that?" Lili 60the house tonight;' Lili said. "With the boy'sasked."I know it;' Guy replied.play, 1forgot to ask you:'He followed her as she circled the sugarThe boy sneaked up behind them, hisface lit up, though his brain was spinning.mill, leading to their favorite spot under awatch light. Little Guy lagged faithfully be He wrapped his arms around both theirhind them. From this distance, the hot-airnecks."We will go back home soon;' Lili said.balloon looked like an odd spaceship.Lili stretched her body out in the knee "Can 1recite my lines?" asked the boy.high grass in the field. Guy reached over and"We have heard them;' Guy said. "Don'ttried to touch her between her legs.tire your lips:'"You're not one to worry, Lili," he said.The boy mumbled something under hisbreath. Guy grabbed his ear and twirled it un "You're not afraid of the frogs, lizards, orsnakes that could be hiding in this grass?"til it was a tiny ball in his hand. The boy's face65707580

CHAPTER 8Literary Analysescontorted with agony as Guy made him kneelin the deep grass in punishment.Lili looked tortured as she watched theboy squirming in the grass, obviously terri fied of the crickets, lizards, and small snakes, that might be there."Perhaps we should take him home tobed," she said."He will never learn;' Guy said, "if I say"one thing and you say another:'IGuy got up and angrily started walkinghome. Lili walked over, took her son's hand,and raised him from his knees."You know you must not mumble," shesaid."I was saying my lines;' the boy said."Next time say them loud;' Lili said, "sohe knows what is coming out of your mouth:'That night Lili could hear her son mut tering his lines as he tucked himself in hiscorner of the room and drifted off to sleep.The boy still had the book with his mono logue in it clasped under his arm as he slept.Guy stayed outside in front of the shack as Liliundressed for bed. She loosened the ribbonthat held the old light blue cotton skirt aroundher waist and let it drop past her knees. Shegrabbed half a lemon that she kept in the cor ner by the folded mat that she and Guy un rolled to sleep on every night. Lili let herblouse drop to the floor as she smoothed thelemon over her ashen legs.Guy came in just at that moment andsaw her bare chest by the light of the smallercastor oil lamp that they used for the laterhours of the night. Her skin had coarsened abit over the years, he thought. Her breastsnow drooped from having nursed their sonfor two years after he was born. It was noweasier for him to imagine their son's lipsaround those breasts than to imagine hisanywhere near them.He turned his face away as she fumbledfor her nightgown. He helped her open themat, tucking the blanket edges underneath.Fully clothed, Guy dropped onto the matnext to her, He laid his head on her chest,rubbing the spiky edges of his hair againsther nipples."What was it that happened today?" Liliasked, running her fingers along Guy's hair line, an angular hairline, almost like a trian gle, in the middle of his forehead. She nearlydidn't marry him because it was said thatpeople with angular hairlines often have verytroubled lives."I got a few hours' work for tomorrow atthe sugar mill;' Guy said. "That's what hap 85pened today:'"It was such a long time coming;' Lili said.It was almost six months since the lasttime Guy had gotten work there. The jobs atthe sugar mill were few and far between. Thepeople who had them never left, or when theydid they would pass the job on to another fam ily member who was already waiting on line.Guy did not seem overjoyed about theone day's work."I wish I had paid more attention whenyou came in with the news;' Lili said. "I wasjust so happy about the boy:'"I was born in the shadow of that sugarmill;' Guy said. "Probably the first thing mymother gave me to drink as a baby was somesweet water tea from the pulp of the sugarcane.If anyone deserves to work there, I should:'"What will you be doing for your day'swork?". 'I"Would you really like to know?"90"There is never any shame in honestwork;' she said."They want me to scrub the latrines:;"It's honest work;' Lili said, trying to con sole him."I am still number seventy-eight on thepermanent hire list;' he said. "I was thinking. of putting the boy on the list now, so maybeby the time he becomes a man he can be upfor a job:'Lili's body jerked forward, rising straightup in the air. Guy's head dropped with a loudthump onto the mat."I don't want "For a young boy might influence hislon the list:'."Look at me;'worked there, if helyou think I would "If you have a "you will notput hlShe groped fo dark and laid her lhis heart beatingJ'pumping double, i"You won't p you?" she implor "Please, LiIi, will not go on the'"Thank you:' I"Tonight I w the yard behind jhave been watchif"I know:'i"I have see11/said. "I've seen hiq95sky and go up kite and he waswho run after itwill land, Once1I100those men WhO guessed correcarcane fields. Itance and it ac "Letmesa "Pretend thfand we believed Ifor a long nme.]loon. The firstlike a miracle, the more ordin "You're pndo it;' she said.}."I am interight to say th :q .105"Dol1'tYo "Think li up there? Up Isome kind ofU

Danticat: A Wall of Fire Rising\,. " "I don't want him on that list," she said. ,"For a young boy to be on any list like thatmight influence his destiny. I don't want him ionthe list:'"Look at me," Guy said. "If my father hadworked there, if he had me on the list, don'tyou think I would be working?""Ifyou have any regard for me;' she said,"you will not put him on the list:'She groped for her husband's chest in the 110darkand laid her head on it. She could hearhis heart heating loudly as though it werepumping double, triple its normal rate."You won't put the boyan any lists, willyou?" she implored."Please, Lili, no more about the boy. Hewill not go on the list:'"Thank you.""Tonight I was looking at that balloon inthe yard behind the sugar mill;' he said. "Ihave been watching it real close:'115"I know:'"I have seen the man who owns it;' hesaid. "I've seen him get in it and put it in thesky andgo up there like it was some kind ofkite and he was the kite master. I see the menwho run after it trying to figure out where itwill land. Once I was there and I was one ofthose men who were running and I actuallyguessed correctly. I picked a spot in the sug arcane fields. I picked the spot from a dis tance and it actually landed there:'"Let me say something to you, Guy-""Pretend that this is the time of miraclesand we believed in them. I watched the ownerfor a long time, and I think I can fly that bal loon. The first time I saw him do it, it lookedlike a miracle, but the more and more I saw it,the more ordinary it became:'"You're probably intelligent enough todo it," she said.i"I am intelligent enough to do it. You're 120' . right to say that I can:'"Don't you think about hurting yourself?""Think like this. Can't you see yourselfup there? Up in the clouds somewhere likesome kind of bird?"t153"If God wanted people to fly, he wouldhave given us wings on our backs:'"You're right, LiE, you're right. But lookwhat he gave us instead. lie gave us reasonsto want to fly. He gave us the air, the birds,our son." '-."I don't understand you;' she said."Our son, your son, you do not want himcleaning latrines.""He can do other things:'"Me too. I can do other things too:'A loud scream came from the cornerwhere the boy was sleeping. Lili and Guyrushed to him and tried to wake him. The boywas trembling when he opened his eyes."What is the matter?" Guy asked."I cannot remember my lines;' the boysaid.Lili tried to string together what she couldremember of her son's lines. The words slowlycame back to the boy. By the time he fell backto sleep, it was almost dawn.125130The light was slowly coming up behind thetrees. Lili could hear the whispers of the mar ket women, their hisses and swearing as theirsandals dug into the sharp-edged rocks onthe road.She turned her back to her husband asshe slipped out of her nightgown, quicklyputting on her day clothes."Imagine this," Guy said from the mat on 135the floor. "I have never really seen your entirebody in broad daylight:'. Lilishut the door behind her, making herway out to the yard. The empty gasoline con- Itainers rested easily on her head as she rwalked a few miles to the public water foun- I tains, It was harder to keep them steady whenthe containers were full. The water splashedall over her blouse and rippled down herback.The sky was blue as it was most morn ings, a dark indigo-shaded turquoise thatwould get lighter when the sun was fullyrisen.1

I CHAPTER 8Literary AnalysesGuy and the boy were standing in theyard waiting for her when she got back."You did not get much sleep, my hand some boy;' she said, running her wet fingersover the boy's face."He'll be late for school if we do not goright now," Guy said. "I want to drop him offbefore I start work:'"Do we remember our lines this morn ing?" Lili asked, tucking the boy's shirt downdeep into his short pants."We just recited them;' Guy said. "Even Iknow them now:'Lili watched them walk down the foot path, her eyes following them until they dis appeared.As soon as they were out of sight, shepoured the water she had fetched into a largecalabash, letting it stand beside the house.She went back into the room and slippedinto a dry blouse. It was never too early tostart looking around, to scrape together that,night's meal."Listen to what happened again today;' Lilisaid when Guy walked through the door thatafternoon.Guy blotted his face with a dust rag as heprepared to hear the news. After the day he'dhad at the factory, he wanted to sit under atree and have a leisurely smoke, but he didnot want to set a bad example for his son byindulging his very small pleasures."You tell him, son;' Lili urged the 'boy,who was quietly sitting in a corner, reading."I've got more lines," the boy announced,springing up to his feet. "Papy, do you want tohear them?""They are giving him more things to say, in the play;' Lili explained, "because he didsuch a good job memorizing so fast:'"My compliments, son. Do you have yournew lines memorized too?" Guy asked,"Why don't you recite your new lines foryour father?" Lili said.140145150The boy walked to the middle of theroom and prepared to recite. He cleared histhroat, raising his eyes towards the ceiling."There is so much sadness in the faces ofmy people. I have called on their gods, now Icall on our gods. I call on our young. I call onour old. I call on our mighty and the weak. Icall on everyone and anyone so that we shallall let out one piercing cry that we may eitherlive freely or we should die.""I see your new lines have as much 155drama as the old ones;' Guy said. He wiped atear away, walked over to the chair, and tookthe boy in his arms. He pressed the boy'sbody against his chest before lowering him tothe ground."Your new lines are wonderful, son.They're every bit as affecting as the old:' Hetapped the boy's shoulder and walked out ofthe house."What's the matter with Papy?" the boyasked as the door slammed shut behind Guy."His heart hurts;' Lili said.After supper, Lili took her son to the fieldwhere she knew her husband would be,While the boy ran around, she found her hus band sitting in his favorite spot hehind thesugar mill."Nothing, Lili," he said. "Ask me nothingabout this day that I have had:'She sat down on the grass next to him, foronce feeling the sharp edges of the grassblades against her ankles."You're really good with that boy;' hesaid, drawing circles with his smallest fingeron her elbow. "You will make a performer ofhim. I know you will. You can see the best inthat whole situation. It's because you havethose stars in your eyes. That's the first thing Inoticed about you when I met you. It wasyour eyes, Lili, so dark and deep. They drewme like danger draws a fool:'He turned over on the grass so that hewas staring directly at the moon up in the sky.160She could tell thaihot-air halloon blout ofthe corner q"Sometimes in me;' he said."Ifor me. You want]want me to get a Ijyou want these ,vv ant me to feell not one to worrytake things as th"I don't like Ishe said."Listen to th.cret. SometimesJballoon and rideloff somewhere qa really nice pl where I could b own house, ke something new.1"I want you!!"I know youiThat can't keep]"Youcouldabout that?"-- "Don't yoInew?""I don'tli "Please doh is voice strai"If you we.away, would y "First you Inow you want tI!"I justwan'i me and the boHe leaneddrifted offto sthere with hisbone. He drdown to herbester bra. Sh iwatching herhimself as h field. The mt

Danticat: A Wall of Fire RisingShe could tell that he was also watching theheads. Winking at them, as Guy liked to say,hot-air balloon behind the sugar mill fenceon its way to brighter shores.Opening his eyes, Guy asked her, "How dooutof the corner of his eye.r"Sometimes I know you want to believe",jyouthink a man is judged after he's gone?"!How did he expect her to answer someinme;' he said. "I know you're wishing thingsfor me. You want me to work at the mill. Youthing like that?"People don't eat riches," she said. "They \.want me to get a pretty house for us. I knowl,,, you want these things too, butmostly youeat what it can buy:"What does that mean, Lili? Don't talk to 180I want me to feel like a man. That's why you'renot one to worry about, Lili, I know you canme in parables. Talk to me honestly."take things as they come:'"A man is judged by his deeds;' she said."I don't like it when you talk this way," 165 "The boy never goes to bed hungry. For as long !she said.as he's been with us, he's always been fed:'Just as if he had heard himself men "Listen to this, Lili, J want to tell you a secret. Sometimes, I just want to take that bigtioned, the boy came dashing from the otherballoon and ride it up in the air. I'd like to sailside of the field, crashing in a heap on top ofoffsomewhere and keep floating until I got tohis parents."My new lines;' he said. "1 have forgottena really nice place with a nice plot of landwhere I could be something new. I'd build mymy new lines:'own house, keep my own garden. Just be"Is this how you will be the day of thissomething new."play, son?" Guy asked. "When people give'"I want you to stay away from there."you big responsibilities, you have to try to live"1 know you don't think I should take it.up to them:'" That can't keep me from wanting."The boy had relearned his new lines by 185"You could be injured. Do you ever think\the time they went to bed.about that?",.',That night, Guy watched his wife very"Don't you ever want to be something 170 closely as she undressed for bed.new?""I would like to be the one to rub that"I don't like it," she said.\;. piece oflemon on your knees tonight;' he said. '"Please don't get angry with me;' he Said,(' I" . - She handed him the half lemon, thenhis voice straining almost like the boy's.;1 "raised her skirt above her knees."If you were to take that balloon and fly ,Her body began to tremble as he rubbedaway,would you take me and the boy?"his fingers over her skin."First you don't want me to take it and"You know that question I asked you be- 190now you want to go?"'.fore;' he said, "how a man is remembered after7"I just want to know that when you dream, \175, he's gone? I know the answer now. I know be- I\me and the boy, we're always in your dreams.T ' cause I remember my father, who was a very:He leaned his head on her shoulders and'poor struggling man all his life. I rememberdrifted off to sleep. Her back ached as she sathim as a man that I would never want to be:' ,there with his face pressed against her collarbone. He drooled and the saliva drippeddown to her breasts, soaking her frayed poly Lili got up with the break of dawn the nextday. The light came up quickly above theester bra. She listened to the crickets whiletrees. Lili greeted some of the market womenwatching her son play, muttering his lines toas they walked together to the public waterhimself as he went in a circle around thefield. The moon was glowing above theirfountain.,155I

CHAPTER 8Literary AnalysesOn her way back, the sun had alreadymelted a few gray clouds. She found the boystanding alone in the yard with a terrified ex pression on his face, the old withered mush rooms uprooted at his feet. He ran up to meether, nearly knocking her off balance."What happened?" she asked. "Have youfor

Rising" and was a finalist for the National Book Award. More information about Danticat's literary themes and personal background can befound in the literary analysis, 'An Interview with Edwidge Danticat" on page 158. "Listen to what happened today:' Guy said as .