Read the excerpt from chapter 6 of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.She glared at him."Lizzie, I swear to you, as sure as I'm standing right here—that's a lie. Every bit of it. Every single bit.""My granddaddy said it was a lie, too." She leaned her head to one side and looked at him steadily. "So why haven't you been down to the island?""So only you get to ask questions now?""Yes." She waited."I haven't been down to the island because my father believes that you were using me to help you stay on Malaga Island.""Well," she said slowly. "Well.""I didn't believe it, either." The sea breeze lay at their feet panting, hoping they would play with it again.
The author chose to tell Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy from the perspective of children rather than adults.
Read the excerpt from chapter 6 of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.Lizzie looked at him for a long time, tilting her head to one side as if trying to figure him out—which was what she was doing. "You're a strange person, you know that, Turner Buckminster? I wonder if you can see anything straight. What do you think your daddy would say if he saw us two standing out here right now? Or knew that I would be coming up to Mrs. Cobb's house just to hear you play?""He'd say hell and damnation. So you going to come?""I'll come. At high tide, when I can't be clamming anyway.""Then I'll see you tomorrow at high tide, Lizzie Bright.""Yes, you will," she said, and whistling softly, she turned toward the back of the yard. The sea breeze came down from the leaves and followed at her heels, jumping up now and again and frisking all around.Turner snuck back inside, as quiet as could be, thinking of high tide.
Read the excerpt from chapter 6 of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy."May I ask why? Or is this something else that wasn't intended to embarrass the new minister?""Because I wanted to know if it was true.""If what was true?""If Lizzie was lying to me. If all she wanted to do was to get me on her side so she wouldn't have to leave the island."Reverend Buckminster sighed. "It doesn't matter if it's true. It matters what people think. It matters that my congregation can tell me what to think when my son goes out to visit a Negro girl on Malaga Island. It doesn't matter at all how she got you out there.""It matters to me," Turner whispered."Speak up!"
Read the excerpt from chapter 6 of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.Reverend Buckminster sighed. "It doesn't matter if it's true. It matters what people think. It matters that my congregation can tell me what to think when my son goes out to visit a Negro girl on Malaga Island. It doesn't matter at all how she got you out there.""It matters to me," Turner whispered."Speak up!""It matters to me."The grim silence circled the room like an eager tiger. It flicked its tail greedily at them, circling, circling, circling. Turner felt that it was about to pounce, claws fully out.And then it did."Forbidden is forbidden. You will stay in the house for the next two weeks, Turner. If I cannot trust you not to go to the island, then I will have to keep you under my eye. You may not leave here except for church services. And this means that you may not go down to the docks today.""They're not down on the docks.""Speak up, Turner. Good Lord, don't mumble like a little whipped boy.""They're not down on the damn docks."
Read the excerpt from chapter 6 of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.It seemed to Turner less and less likely that he would be lighting out for the Territories anytime soon. But as the days went by and he settled into his imprisonment, he was comforted by one thing: who knew how, but he was more and more sure that Lizzie had not lied to him, and that Malaga was as real as real.And there was one other comfort, and it came from a surprising source. After three days of his absence, Mrs. Cobb appeared at the parsonage to ask if he had been sick. When she found out he wasn't, she asked if Turner might come to her house to play the organ for her. His mother agreed.Turner was not told how Reverend Buckminster came to agree to this, too, and he did not ask.Turner dawdled on his way down to her house each afternoon. Not that there was much to see. But there was the sea breeze, and the trees were starting to yellow and blush. So he dawdled until he came to the picket fence, and every day Mrs. Cobb was standing at the door waiting for him, scowling and sour.
Read the excerpt from chapter 6 of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy."Because I wanted to know if it was true.""If what was true?""If Lizzie was lying to me. If all she wanted to do was to get me on her side so she wouldn't have to leave the island."Reverend Buckminster sighed. "It doesn't matter if it's true. It matters what people think. It matters that my congregation can tell me what to think when my son goes out to visit a Negro girl on Malaga Island. It doesn't matter at all how she got you out there.""It matters to me," Turner whispered."Speak up!""It matters to me."The grim silence circled the room like an eager tiger. It flicked its tail greedily at them, circling, circling, circling. Turner felt that it was about to pounce, claws fully out.And then it did.
Read the excerpt from Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.They stood together quietly, in the dark, in the growing cool of the night, and the sea breeze gave up on them and played in the dark leaves above, and the sound of the waves came in with the quiet. The stars popped in the night sky like distant firecrackers, and beyond them the great streak of the Milky Way came down out of heaven and draped a swathe into the ocean beyond. Turner could almost feel the globe sliding under his feet. Lizzie felt it, too and she reached out and took his hand for a moment—as if for balance—and then dropped it.
Read the excerpt from Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.Reverend Buckminster sighed. "It doesn't matter if it's true. It matters what people think. It matters that my congregation can tell me what to think when my son goes out to visit a Negro girl on Malaga Island. It doesn't matter at all how she got you out there.""It matters to me," Turner whispered."Speak up!""It matters to me."
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