by Lois Lowry
Page 5
"Well, there was the telling of his life. That is always first. Then the toast. We all raised our glasses and cheered. We chanted the anthem. He made a lovely good-bye speech. And several of us made little speeches wishing him well. I didnt, though. Ive never been fond of public speaking.
"He was thrilled. You should have seen the look on his face when they let him go. "
Jonas slowed the strokes of his hand on her back thoughtfully. "Larissa," he asked, "what happens when they make the actual release? Where exactly did Roberto go?"
She lifted her bare wet shoulders in a small shrug. "I dont know. I dont think anybody does, except the committee. He just bowed to all of us and then walked, like they all do, through the special door in the Releasing Room. But you should have seen his look. Pure happiness, Id call it. "
Jonas grinned. "I wish Id been there to see it. "
Larissa frowned. "I dont know why they dont let children come. Not enough room, I guess. They should enlarge the Releasing Room. "
"Well have to suggest that to the committee. Maybe theyd study it," Jonas said slyly, and Larissa chortled with laughter.
"Right!" she hooted, and Jonas helped her from the tub.
5
Usually, at the morning ritual when the family members told their dreams, Jonas didnt contribute much. He rarely dreamed. Sometimes he awoke with a feeling of fragments afloat in his sleep, but he couldnt seem to grasp them and put them together into something worthy of telling at the ritual.
But this morning was different. He had dreamed very vividly the night before.
His mind wandered while Lily, as usual, recounted a lengthy dream, this one a frightening one in which she had, against the rules, been riding her mothers bicycle and been caught by the Security Guards.
They all listened carefully and discussed with Lily the warning that the dream had given.
"Thank you for your dream, Lily. " Jonas said the standard phrase automatically, and tried to pay better attention while his mother told of a dream fragment, a disquieting scene where she had been chastised for a rule infraction she didnt understand. Together they agreed that it probably resulted from her feelings when she had reluctantly dealt punishment to the citizen who had broken the major rules a second time.
Father said that he had had no dreams.
"Gabe?" Father asked, looking down at the basket where the newchild lay gurgling after his feeding, ready to be taken back to the Nurturing Center for the day.
They all laughed. Dream-telling began with Threes. If newchildren dreamed, no one knew.
"Jonas?" Mother asked. They always asked, though they knew how rarely Jonas had a dream to tell.
"I did dream last night," Jonas told them. He shifted in his chair, frowning.
"Good," Father said. "Tell us. "
"The details arent clear, really," Jonas explained, trying to recreate the odd dream in his mind. "I think I was in the bathing room at the House of the Old. "
"Thats where you were yesterday," Father pointed out.
Jonas nodded. "But it wasnt really the same. There was a tub, in the dream. But only one. And the real bathing room has rows and rows of them. But the room in the dream was warm and damp. And I had taken off my tunic, but hadnt put on the smock, so my chest was bare. I was perspiring, because it was so warm. And Fiona was there, the way she was yesterday. "
"Asher, too?" Mother asked.
Jonas shook his head. "No. It was only me and Fiona, alone in the room, standing beside the tub. She was laughing. But I wasnt. I was almost a little angry at her, in the dream, because she wasnt taking me seriously. "
"Seriously about what?" Lily asked.
Jonas looked at his plate. For some reason that he didnt understand, he felt slightly embarrassed. "I think I was trying to convince her that she should get into the tub of water. "
He paused. He knew he had to tell it all, that it was not only all right but necessary to tell all of a dream. So he forced himself to relate the part that made him uneasy.
"I wanted her to take off her clothes and get into the tub," he explained quickly. "I wanted to bathe her. I had the sponge in my hand. But she wouldnt. She kept laughing and saying no. "
He looked up at his parents. "Thats all," he said.
"Can you describe the strongest feeling in your dream, son?" Father asked.
Jonas thought about it. The details were murky and vague. But the feelings were clear, and flooded him again now as he thought. "The wanting," he said. "I knew that she wouldnt. And I think I knew that she shouldnt. But I wanted it so terribly. I could feel the wanting all through me. "
"Thank you for your dream, Jonas," Mother said after a moment. She glanced at Father.
"Lily," Father said, "its time to leave for school. Would you walk beside me this morning and keep an eye on the newchilds basket? We want to be certain he doesnt wiggle himself loose. "
Jonas began to rise to collect his schoolbooks. He thought it surprising that they hadnt talked about his dream at length before the thank you. Perhaps they found it as confusing as he had.
"Wait, Jonas," Mother said gently. "Ill write an apology to your instructor so that you wont have to speak one for being late. "
He sank back down into his chair, puzzled. He waved to Father and Lily as they left the dwelling, carrying Gabe in his basket. He watched while Mother tidied the remains of the morning meal and placed the tray by the front door for the Collection Crew.
Finally she sat down beside him at the table. "Jonas," she said with a smile, "the feeling you described as the wanting? It was your first Stirrings. Father and I have been expecting it to happen to you. It happens to everyone. It happened to Father when he was your age. And it happened to me. It will happen someday to Lily.
"And very often," Mother added, "it begins with a dream. "
Stirrings. He had heard the word before. He remembered that there was a reference to the Stirrings in the Book of Rules, though he didnt remember what it said. And now and then the Speaker mentioned it. ATTENTION. A REMINDER THAT STIRRINGS MUST BE REPORTED IN ORDER FOR TREATMENT TO TAKE PLACE.
He had always ignored that announcement because he didnt understand it and it had never seemed to apply to him in any way. He ignored, as most citizens did, many of the commands and reminders read by the Speaker.
"Do I have to report it?" he asked his mother.
She laughed. "You did, in the dream-telling. Thats enough. "
"But what about the treatment? The Speaker says that treatment must take place. " Jonas felt miserable. Just when the Ceremony was about to happen, his Ceremony of Twelve, would he have to go away someplace for treatment? Just because of a stupid dream?
But his mother laughed again in a reassuring, affectionate way. "No, no," she said. "Its just the pills. Youre ready for the pills, thats all. Thats the treatment for Stirrings. "
Jonas brightened. He knew about the pills. His parents both took them each morning. And some of his friends did, he knew. Once he had been heading off to school with Asher, both of them on their bikes, when Ashers father had called from their dwelling doorway, "You forgot your pill, Asher!" Asher had groaned good-naturedly, turned his bike, and ridden back while Jonas waited.
It was the sort of thing one didnt ask a friend about because it might have fallen into that uncomfortable category of "being different. " Asher took a pill each morning; Jonas did not. Always better, less rude, to talk about things that were the same.
Now he swallowed the small pill that his mother handed him.
"Thats all?" he asked.
"Thats all," she replied, returning the bottle to the cupboard. "But you mustnt forget. Ill remind you for the first weeks, but then you must do it on your own. If you forget, the Stirrings will come back. The dreams of Stirrings will come back. Sometimes the dosage must be adjusted. "
"Asher takes them," Jonas confided.
His mother nodded, unsurprised. "Many of your group
mates probably do. The males, at least. And they all will, soon. Females too. "
"How long will I have to take them?"
"Until you enter the House of the Old," she explained. "All of your adult life. But it becomes routine; after a while you wont even pay much attention to it. "
She looked at her watch. "If you leave right now, you wont even be late for school. Hurry along.
"And thank you again, Jonas," she added, as he went to the door, "for your dream. "
Pedaling rapidly down the path, Jonas felt oddly proud to have joined those who took the pills. For a moment, though, he remembered the dream again. The dream had felt pleasurable. Though the feelings were confused, he thought that he had liked the feelings that his mother had called Stirrings. He remembered that upon waking, he had wanted to feel the Stirrings again.
Then, in the same way that his own dwelling slipped away behind him as he rounded a corner on his bicycle, the dream slipped away from his thoughts. Very briefly, a little guiltily, he tried to grasp it back. But the feelings had disappeared. The Stirrings were gone.
6
"Lily, please hold still," Mother said again.
Lily, standing in front of her, fidgeted impatiently. "I can tie them myself," she complained. "I always have. "
"I know that," Mother replied, straightening the hair ribbons on the little girls braids. "But I also know that they constantly come loose and more often than not, theyre dangling down your back by afternoon. Today, at least, we want them to be neatly tied and to stay neatly tied. "
"I dont like hair ribbons. Im glad I only have to wear them one more year," Lily said irritably. "Next year I get my bicycle, too," she added more cheerfully.
"There are good things each year," Jonas reminded her. "This year you get to start your volunteer hours. And remember last year, when you became a Seven, you were so happy to get your front-buttoned jacket?"
The little girl nodded and looked down at herself, at the jacket with its row of large buttons that designated her as a Seven. Fours, Fives, and Sixes all wore jackets that fastened down the back so that they would have to help each other dress and would learn interdependence.
The front-buttoned jacket was the first sign of independence, the first very visible symbol of growing up. The bicycle, at Nine, would be the powerful emblem of moving gradually out into the community, away from the protective family unit.
Lily grinned and wriggled away from her mother. "And this year you get your Assignment," she said to Jonas in an excited voice. "I hope you get Pilot. And that you take me flying!"
"Sure I will," said Jonas. "And Ill get a special little parachute that just fits you, and Ill take you up to, oh, maybe twenty thousand feet, and open the door, and—"
"Jonas," Mother warned.
"I was only joking," Jonas groaned. "I dont want Pilot, anyway. If I get Pilot Ill put in an appeal. "
"Come on," Mother said. She gave Lilys ribbons a final tug. "Jonas? Are you ready? Did you take your pill? I want to get a good seat in the Auditorium. " She prodded Lily to the front door and Jonas followed.
