From Chapter Two:
âHow about you come to a late dinner with us?â Mark asked tentatively.
âOf course not,â he said. âLeave me be. The land is quiet tonight. The wind is blowing in from the north. The trees know thereâs a change coming.â
âThe trees know it, Mark. I donât yet. But thereâs something.â
Mark kept his eyes from rolling. The trees this and the land that. He couldnât reason with Papa anymore. When he talked about the trees that way, Mark wished his parents were still alive. Maybe theyâd understand him better, or maybe his dad would be able to explain the trees to him in a way that was at least rational. But that wasnât possible.