Toast - Laurie Foos - E-Book

Toast E-Book

Laurie Foos

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In many ways, the Hamilton children are like any other kids. Eleven-year-old Mia and ten-year-old Will love playing Minecraft, eating pizza, and playing in the yard. But Mia knows that because Will is on the autism spectrum, some things are different for him. For starters, he doesn't like things to change. Pizza has to be just so crispy, or he won't eat it. He uses lines from movies to answer most questions. If his toast is too dark, Will could have a total meltdown. When Mom and Dad announce they're getting a babysitter for the first time, Mia is alarmed. What will happen if the babysitter doesn't understand the unusual things Will does? Her parents know that she is Will's "translator" because she always understands him. Can they manage a whole night with a brand-new person in charge? Is it always Mia's job to worry, or can she find a way to rely on other people? Toast explores the tender, scary, funny, and always complex relationship between a girl and her autistic brother.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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Laurie Foos

Toast

Laurie Foos is the author of Ex Utero, Portrait of the Walrus by a Young Artist, Twinship, Before Elvis There was Nothing, The Blue Girl, and Bingo Under the Crucifix. Her non-fiction has appeared in Brain, Child and in the anthology So Glad They Told Me: Women Get Real about Motherhood. She teaches in the Bachelor of Fine Arts Program at Goddard College and in the Master of Fine Arts Program at Lesley University.

Laurie’s first book in the series was The Giant Baby.

First published by GemmaMedia in 2018.

GemmaMedia230 Commercial StreetBoston MA 02109 USA

www.gemmamedia.com

©2018 by Laurie Foos

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Printed in the United States of America978-1-936846-67-2

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Foos, Laurie, 1966– author.Toast / Laurie Foos.Boston, MA : GemmaMedia, 2018. | Series: Gemma open doorLCCN 2018036517 | ISBN 9781936846672LCC PS3556.O564 T63 2018 | DDC 813/.54--dc23LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018036517

Cover by Laura Shaw Design

Gemma’s Open Doors provide fresh stories, new ideas, and essential resources for young people and adults as they embrace the power of reading and the written word.

Brian BouldreySeries Editor

Open Door

For Ella and Zachariah

Chapter 1

Will is watching videos on his iPad when I come downstairs. When I sit down next to him at the kitchen table, he doesn’t look up at me. I look over at the wall where Mom has pinned what she calls the “visual schedule” she’s made for Will on the corkboard on the wall. My stomach squeezes a little.

Today is a big day in our house. Today we’re getting a babysitter, and not just a babysitter who comes after school and lets you Google the answers for your math homework. Not one who sits on the couch texting her boyfriend while you watch a movie your parents won’t let you see. Today we’re getting a babysitter who is going to stay with us while Mom and Dad go away overnight.

This is totally unheard of in our house. We have not had a babysitter, ever, in the history of my being alive who wasn’t Gram. Also, my parents have never gone overnight anywhere that I can remember. Sometimes we’d stay at Gram’s house. But when we went to Gram’s, Mom and Dad always stayed home. Gram died two years ago, when I was nine and Will was eight.

Dad sets Will’s toast on a paper plate. Will picks the toast up and examines it.

Will’s toast has to be more tan than brown because if it’s too brown, there’s no way Will is going to eat it.

“How is it, buddy?” Dad asks. “Is it tan enough? Not too brown?”

Will puts the toast back down on the plate and hands the plate to Dad.

“There’s not enough tan,” Will says. “It’s burnt.”

I look at the toast. It is browner than the toast that Mom makes. But it’s definitely not burnt.

“I want Mom to make my toast,” Will says.

Dad throws the toast in the garbage and starts again.

“Mom is packing,” Dad says. “I’m making the toast today.”

I want to ask Dad if he’s explained about the toast to the babysitter, if she knows all the things Will doesn’t like. I don’t get the chance, though, because Dad is suddenly standing over me at the table and smiling. He hands me my plate of toast. He doesn’t ask me if mine is the right color.

“Well, it’s a banner day in the Hamilton house,” Dad says to me and winks. “Isn’t that right, Mia?”

The visual schedule has times and pictures of things that Will does. It helps him when things change. On the paper Mom has printed out is a picture of the babysitter. She has red curly hair and wears a light blue T-shirt with the words “Be Kind” on it. In big letters it says “Shelby,” and then underneath it says “Babysitter.”

I push my toast around my plate and smile at Dad because I know he wants me to smile. I’m pretty good at knowing what other people want. Mom says I have a lot of empathy, which is a fancy way of saying that I understand what other people are feeling. It’s also what makes me such a great big sister, she says.

When Dad hands Will his new slices of toast, Will picks the toast up and holds it in front of his face.

“Come on, Will,” I say. “That toast is definitely tan.”

He nods and takes a bite.

“Yup,” he says, “definitely tan.”

Dad gives me a thumbs-up and says he’s going to take a shower. My toast is cold. I eat it anyway.

Will looks up from his iPad and starts looking around the room and up at the ceiling.

“Where is it?” Will says. “Where did Dad put it?”

For a minute I don’t know what he means.

“Where did Dad put what?” I say.

“I don’t see it,” Will says. “The banner.”

There are toast crumbs all over Will’s iPad. Usually that grosses me out, but not today. Today I know what I have to do once that babysitter gets here. Today I have to be what Mom says I am: a good big sister.

Will has what Mom calls “a literal mind.”

“Oh,” I say. “There’s no real banner. It’s just an expression.”

Will wipes his mouth on the collar of his shirt and goes back to looking at his iPad.

“It’s just an expression,” he says.

Chapter 2