Three Rivers 18.1

Eighteenth Sim of Thirty Sims at Three Rivers

AN: Haley Salinas is a former NPC gardener whom I moved into a lovely home built by pronterus.

18. A toad sings in summer rains


Each day, when Haley Salinas returned home from work, she stood before the boxwood and impatiens in the front border and whispered thanks. She had so much, and the memories of the time when she had nothing smack in the middle of nowhere lurked in the shadows, too keen and just a trigger away.

Over the years, the demarcation between everything and nothing had become a source of safety. The sharper she drew the line, the safer it felt.


She invented rituals to keep the line in place: the whispered prayer of gratitude; the three strides across the front porch; the glass of water before she changed out of her work clothes.


She had learned, through the years, to check in with herself. Most days, she could laugh. She had so much.


Some days, when she checked in, she found her nose against the line, with nothing staring her down from the other side. On those days, she’d drink another glass of water or brew a pot of coffee and then she’d do something: paint, garden, swim, go for a walk, go to a meeting.

Those days weren’t often, and this was another reason for thanks.

One evening, arriving home from work, she met Janet outside.


“What are you doing here, so far from home?” she asked.

“Canvasing,” replied Janet. “Your next-door neighbor?” she said, gesturing towards Hank Merril’s house. “He’s a registered Green. But we’ve never seen him at any of the events. You know him?”

Haley had to admit they’d never met. “I see him coming and going,” she replied, “but I don’t even know his name.”

Haley wasn’t sure she wanted to know her neighbors. She found comfort in anonymity–and she suspected her next-door neighbor felt the same way.

Haley remembered her manners and invited Janet in. Doing so, she forgot the moment of gratitude, forgot to count the strides across the porch, forgot the glass of water.


“Your home is lovely,” Janet said, “beautiful and comfortable.”

All at once, the gratitude, the strides, the waiting glass of water rushed in upon Haley, and she breathed out, “Thanks!”

There’s more than one way to keep a line drawn, she realized.

“Have you been following the Three Rivers council meetings?” Janet asked, as they sat in the living room.

She hadn’t.

“The budget talk for next year is looking scary already. They’re talking about cutting funding for community projects.”

“Oh, they’re always saying that,” said Haley.

“This time gardens are on the list,” said Janet.

“They wouldn’t dare! Community gardens? Do they realize how many low-income families our gardens feed?”


“That’s one of the reasons the fall elections are so important,” Janet said. “That’s why we’re trying so hard to reach out to each voter. Now’s the time we can use the help, too, while we’re organizing the campaign.”

It didn’t take long for Janet to persuade Haley to help out more, including convincing her to reach out to Hank Merril.


That’s how Haley found herself on Saturday afternoon fixing supper for her next-door neighbor. She had to smile, thinking that they’d lived next to each other for nearly six months without speaking a word. But the moment she introduced herself, they fell into that deep type of conversation that sometimes happens upon first acquaintanceship. He could be a friend, Haley thought. Or maybe even something more.


She’d brought home fresh tomatoes from the Willow Creek gardens, which she’d worked at the day before. All that humidity in Willow Creek created tomatoes that were so sweet, so juicy!


Over supper, she and Hank fell into an easy conversation. He knew a lot about gardening from a horticultural point of view, talking about the genetics of sweeter tomatoes and little known organic compounds in heirloom carrots.


More than once, she found him gazing at her. She had to work hard to find a way to describe his expression without using the word “puppy dog.” She finally settled for tender. He looked at her with a tender smile and soft laughing eyes.


“I haven’t seen anyone since becoming sober,” he said.  And with that, she understood the familiarity she felt with him.

“How long has that been?” she asked.

“Six months and fourteen days,” he replied.


“Ten years for me,” she replied. She showed him her ten-year medallion. “Ten years, two months, and twelve days.”

“That’s a lot of ones and twos,” he said.

So that was that. You don’t 13th Step a Beginner, she reminded herself, not that she needed reminding. She’d had it drilled into her, along with, “two sickies do not make a wellie.”

She was working on her own wellness. Most days, she had it. But there was that thin line, and on the other side, nothing always waited. For Hank, she knew the line was even sharper.


“Cup of coffee?” she asked, as she cleared her salad bowl.

“Sure. Got any honey? I like it with honey and soy milk.”


She looked at him from kitchen archway. All that baggage. She could see it clearly now, for she carried her own matching set. She kept trying to put it down, and next thing she knew, she was carrying it still.


Rain began to fall, summer rain, carrying with it the scent of creosote bushes and mesquite pods: bitter and sweet. He watched the rain fall out the dining room window.

“Can you hear them?” he said as she pouring the coffee. “The spadefoot toads. Singing for their mates.”

It was like notes in an arpeggio.

“I’d better go,” he said, when the rain let up.

She woke early the next morning and sat on the back porch. The toads in the pond still sang–three of them, from what she could hear.


Once the sun rose, she’d venture down to the edge of the pond to find the clear jelly filled with black eggs lining the rocks and rushes. By afternoon, the jelly will have dissolved and each egg will have unfurled into a tadpole with a strong black tail.

Wonder 14


I had a big adventure today. Mom said I could go to the park, all by myself.

First I had to pass the phone test.

What do you press in an emergency? Star Red.

What do you press to call or text home? Star Green.

When do you press Star Red? Whenthereisdangertolifelimborproperty.

Is it an emergency if a squirrel runs in front of a car? It is, but not to the emergency people. Only to the squirrel, to us, and maybe to other friendly people. So if that happens, you can ask other friendly people to help, but you don’t press Star Red.

When do you press Star Green? Any time you feel like it ’cause it’s home! You can press Star Green if a squirrel runs in front of a car because we’re friendly people and we care about that. And I would press Star Green then because Mae and Tia Berry would for reals know what to do.

So, Mae gave me money for the train, and I got on the train that said W. S. Park, for Windenburg Super Park, but when I got off, it was a different park.

It was a park I’d never seen before.

I saw this gardener guy. He had a big smile. So I asked him, “Hey, what would you do if a squirrel ran in front of a car?”


“First I’d yell to try to get the squirrel to stop,” he said. “Then I’d wave to try to get the driver to stop or swerve. Then, if I had to, I’d jump out into the street! But don’t you do that, OK?”

That’s how I knew this was a good guy, because he cared about the squirrels. So I asked him, “Where am I?”

“Why, you’re in Willow Springs Park!” he said. “Don’t you live around here?”

He was surprised when I told him I lived in Windenburg.

This girl came over. “My grandma lives in Windenburg,” she said. “It’s very far away.”

So that’s why the train ride was so long!


“Oh, good luck getting home,” said this mustache-guy. “The last train to Windenburg left ten minutes ago.”

I thought that was pretty cool! I mean, isn’t that how all adventures start? I figured I could sleep in an old log over that I saw over in the distance. I’d make a fort and sleep there all night, and then I’d even get to miss school the next day!

“Lucky for you I’m headed that way,” said the gardener. “I spend Sunday afternoons in the Windenburg Park, so as soon as I finish up here, I’ll give you a lift back to your park.”

I guess I’ll have to sleep in a log another day.


It was fun riding in the gardener’s truck. It was all bumpy and he put on loud music and we rolled down the windows and sang at the top of our lungs about Genghis Khan.

When we got to the Windenburg Super Park, he made sure I had train fare for home and that I knew where the train stop was and that I knew when the train was coming and how to find out what time it was, and then he got to work picking radishes and I saw Max from school.

I was a little worried to see Max at first. He was on the kickball team that lost and he was the one that made Pierce cry for calling him a crybaby loser.

But when I told Max about my adventure, he said it was really cool.


He’s got a low voice like a toad down in the gravel, and he croaked, “Alors!  I have never been to Willow Springs! You just won King of Adventure!”

“Ta da!” I shouted.


“I tell you what,” he said. “We’ll form a gang. Park Raiders! We’ll go to all the parks and eat all the hot dogs and tofu dogs and grilled fruit and hamburgers and veggie burgers! Raiders of the Lost Park!”

Oh, man! I think me and Max are gonna be great friends.


Getting home was so boring: six-thirty the train came and I got on and I found my money and I paid it and I got home and I got off on the right stop. But along the way, we saw a squirrel run out into a street and everybody rolled down their window and said “Run, little squirrel!” and so the squirrel stopped and gave that puzzled squirrel look and then it ran right up into this big giant tree so we all clapped and everybody got home safe and sound.

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