He sneezed again. He had been planning to take Brad and Michael out to The Fort today to check out the Playboys. The twins had never really believed that he and Lane had as many magazines as they said they did, and had often begged, had even offered to buy, their way into The Fort. Lane had always turned them down, insisting that only the original builders were allowed to see The Fort’s interior, but now Lane was gone, and Billy had decided to invite the twins to come over and check it out for themselves.

Brad had sounded a little strange when he’d talked to him over the phone, hostile almost, as though he was mad for some reason, but since Billy had no one else to hang out with… Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Besides, it would be nice to see someone besides his family again. And he knew the twins would be impressed with the Playboy collection.

He forced himself to sit up. Behind his eyes, his head felt thick and heavy. He wasn’t sure he should be walking through the forest with his allergy this bad; all the plants would probably only make it worse. But he didn’t want to spend the whole day in bed. That was fine during the school year, when he could cajole his mom into bringing him toast and tea and could lie in his pajamas and watch cartoons and TV shows from morning to afternoon, but when it was summer and he had plans for the day…

He got out of bed and padded across the floor to the closet, taking out his bathrobe and putting it on. An old handkerchief was wadded up in the robe’s pocket and he used it to blow his nose.

“Allergies?” his mom called from downstairs.

He didn’t answer, hoping that if he ignored her she would go back to whatever she was doing and leave him alone. He moved over to the window, looking out. The sky was overcast, a cumulus ceiling painted with gradations of gray, and the morning sun was a hidden light dimly brightening a small section of cloud cover in the east. Above the pointed silhouettes of the pines he could see a lone hawk circling upward toward the top of the hill. Though it was not raining now, the ground was wet, the window misty.

Maybe he wouldn’t be taking the twins to The Fort, after all.

He walked downstairs. The electricity was on again, and his dad was watching the morning news. His mom was standing in the kitchen at the sink, looking out the window at the forest, her back to him. On the counter were several boxes of high-fiber cereal along with freshly squeezed orange juice. Next to the toaster was a cut loaf of whole grain bread.

Things were back to normal.