March 23, 2018 at 12:41 pm #24344
After the events at Anklejelly manor, the Igibys need to find food and safety and figure out what to do next. Here’s what happens:
“We’ll tell you all about it tonight,” Podo said, turning toward the road, “once we find a safe place to rest.” The old man tossed the bundle over his shoulder and took a deep, glad breath of salty air. “Follow old Podo!” he then roared with gusto, and marched off in a southwesterly direction, away from the forest.
“Papa,” Nia said.
“Eh?” Podo said, stopping several paces away.
“I think we should go to Peet’s tree house. He has food and—”
“Food?” Tink said.
Peet the Sock Man perked up and looked at Nia with a twinkle of hope in his eyes.
“We ain’t goin’ there,” Podo said, his bushy eyebrows bunched together. “We’re heading to Torrboro then up the North Road until we find safe passage to the Ice Prairies.” He whipped his head around and set out again, but Nia didn’t move. Podo turned again, his face red. “Come on, I say!”
“No.” Nia’s back straightened.
“What?” Podo took a step back toward his daughter.
“I said no.” Nia took a step forward. “You’ve held on to your anger long enough, Papa, and now that anger is becoming a burden you no longer bear alone. It’s causing us to suffer with you—you stubborn old fool.”
Podo was dumbfounded.
“Peet saved all of our lives,” Nia said, “yours most recently. You may feel fine now, but not half an hour ago death was lapping at your toes. And do you know who you should be thanking for the breath in your lungs?”
Peet was backing away sheepishly, but Nia grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. “This man,” she said. “He’s got provisions and shelter in the forest, where no Fang will want to venture for a long time after what happened here. Now I love you, Papa, but I’m the mother of these children, and I’ve a mind to put food in their bellies and pillows under their heads. We’re going to Peet’s tree house and that’s final.”
I know we’ve all been feeling conflicted, confused, frustrated, maybe angry with the way Podo’s been treating Peet. What do you think of what’s been happening? What do you think of what Nia said? Have you ever had a difficult relationship like this, or had family members who’ve held onto bitterness? How do you deal with it?