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On August 27, after their third day of Seventh Grade at Mercy K-8, Arturo, a handsome lad of twelve, and Irenia, a lovely lass of thirteen, walk along Jousting Street in the northern California coastal town of Mercy on their way to Nathan and Celia\u2019s house to have piano lessons from Delilah and after-school snacks with Vivienne and Henri who just started Sixth Grade at Mercy Montessori, Sixth Grade being the highest class at the school many locals call the hippy school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arturo and Irenia have the same\nhomeroom teacher for Seventh Grade, Mr. Delbonis, a surly middle-aged man who\nhas been teaching Seventh Grade at Mercy K-8 for twenty-eight years, and both\nArturo and Irenia are distraught about what they\u2019ve experienced so far from Mr.\nDelbonis and their other teachers at the public school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI shudder to think we\u2019re in for six\nmore years of this,\u201d says Arturo, who has made a long list of Mr. Delbonis\u2019s\nfactual errors in his lectures on the history of England and Europe and\ncolonial America, subjects Arturo and Vivienne and Henri and their parents have\nread several books about. Arturo has also compiled a list of Mr. Delbonis\u2019s many\ngrammatical errors as well as several examples of his undisguised contempt for\nthe intelligence of his students.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI feel like we\u2019re in prison,\u201d says\nIrenia, her Russian accent always stronger when she\u2019s upset. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI feel the same way,\u201d says Arturo,\nwho finds Irenia exceedingly beautiful. \u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m documenting everything.\nTo convince our parents to get us out of there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Irenia and Arturo arrive at Nathan and Celia\u2019s little house on the outskirts of town and find Vivienne, Arturo\u2019s soon to be ten-years-old sister, at the kitchen table having guacamole and chips and talking to Celia, seventy-nine, and Nathan, eighty-five, while Henri is having his piano lesson with Delilah in the piano room, otherwise known as Delilah\u2019s bedroom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Celia brings more guacamole and\nchips for Arturo and Irenia, and Vivienne opines, \u201cYou both appear to be in\nmourning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe are,\u201d says Arturo, sighing heavily.\n\u201cMourning the end of happiness.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPublic school is a catastrophe for\nus,\u201d says Irenia, her eyes full of tears. \u201cFor everyone else, too, but\nespecially for us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cToday,\u201d says Arturo, angrily, \u201cMr.\nDelbonis had the gall to say the Battle of Hastings in 1066 drove the Vikings\nout of England, which couldn\u2019t be further from the truth and ignores the fact\nthat most of the British Isles at the time had been inhabited by the Danish<\/em>, which he conflates with men in\nhorned battle helmets, for three hundred years!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you alert him to his error?\u201d\nasks Nathan, who knew that public school, and in particular Ralph Delbonis,\nwould be disastrous for the Ziggurat Farm kids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHeavens no,\u201d says Arturo, aghast at\nthe thought of confronting their large and humorless teacher. \u201cWhen Larry\nJurgens said, \u2018You mean 17<\/em>76,\u201d when\nMr. Delbonis said 1876<\/em> in reference\nto the Declaration of Independence, Mr. Delbonis practically ripped Larry\u2019s\nhead off. He\u2019d kill me if I dared question the veracity of his erroneous\ntwaddle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo what are you going to do?\u201d asks\nNathan, glancing at Celia. \u201cWe\u2019re too old to start a school for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat may be true,\u201d says Vivienne,\nwho can\u2019t imagine life without Nathan and Celia, \u201cbut you\u2019re not too old to\nhelp us convince our parents to home school us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll try,\u201d says Celia, recalling\nhow their daughter Calypso languished in public school for a decade, having learned\nfar more from her parents by the time she was eight than she would learn in the\nensuing ten years at Mercy K-8 and Mercy High. \u201cBut it won\u2019t be easy because\nthey\u2019re all so busy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAt the Montessori school we had art\nand music and field trips,\u201d says Irenia, recalling the good old days of last\nyear. \u201cAt public school they give us piles of meaningless data to memorize and\nat recess the kids all stare at their phones. I feel like a lab rat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAn apt analogy,\u201d says Arturo,\ngiving Nathan a pained look. \u201cAnd we have zero interest in being lab rats.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus it comes to pass that Vivienne\nand Arturo\u2019s parents Philip and Lisa, Henri\u2019s parents Marcel and Andrea, and Irenia\u2019s\nparents Boris and Marie, agree to home school their progeny rather than subject\nthem to the well-meaning but essentially destructive public education system as\nit manifests in Mercy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Philip and Lisa and Andrea take it\nupon themselves to assemble a faculty and create a curriculum to educate their\nchildren and prepare them for the future and so they can pass the high school\nequivalency exam, a test they will take a few years hence; and a week later Ziggurat\nFarm School opens for business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Alma Goldstein, eleven, and\nLarry Jurgens, twelve, hear about the farm school from Arturo and Vivienne,\nthey and their parents beg to join the new enterprise. After brief\nnegotiations, Alma and Larry\u2019s parents agree to pay tuition sufficient to cover\nthe salaries of Nathan and Delilah, the only salaried faculty members, and Alma\nand Larry become the fifth and sixth members of the student body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Ziggurat Farm School (ZFS)\nfaculty members and the subjects they teach are as follows:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Andrea\u2014Gardening, Farm Management,\nHistory<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lisa\u2014Physiology, Yoga, Drama<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Philip\u2014History, Conversational\nFrench, Cooking<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marcel\u2014Conversational French, Carpentry,\nSoccer, Fermentation<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2014Ornithology, Wildlife\nBiology<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Caroline\u2014Botany, Marine Biology<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delilah\u2014Mathematics, Music, Drawing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marie\u2014Sewing, Knitting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Boris\u2014Engine Repair, Wrestling<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nathan\u2014Writing, Poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy\u2014Literature, Typing, Cinema<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Celia\u2014Spanish, First Aid,\nHealthcare  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur Jurgens (Larry\u2019s\nfather)\u2014Physics, Beachcombing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raul\u2014Restaurant Economics<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On a spectacular warm and sunny morning in mid-September, Caroline, forty, a lovely long-limbed professor of Botany at the University of New Hampshire on sabbatical for a year, lies naked in the king-sized bed in Raul\u2019s house in Mercy and thinks I\u2019ve got to nip this romance in the bud. He\u2019s sixteen years older than I am, I have a great job at UNH, and I\u2019m falling in love with him. No. I <\/em>am in love with him. What the fuck am I doing?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raul, big and handsome and\nPortuguese, a most famous chef and renowned Lothario, is the godfather of\nCaroline\u2019s six-month-old niece Jenna who lives on Ziggurat Farm with her mother\nDaisy and father Michael, Caroline\u2019s brother. Raul and Caroline have been romantically\ninvolved for two weeks now, and unlike his experiences with his previous lovers,\nRaul is not<\/em> growing weary of Caroline,\nwhich is an entirely new experience for him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think I am falling in love with\nyou,\u201d says Raul to Caroline as they eat breakfast on the deck of Raul\u2019s modern\none-story house at the end of a quiet lane on a headland meadow in Mercy. \u201cI\u2019ve\nnever been in love before, so I\u2019m not sure. But I think this must be how people\nfeel when they fall in love.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you mean you\u2019ve never been\nin love?\u201d says Caroline, looking up from the delicious omelet Raul made for her.\n\u201cI\u2019ve read your memoir. You\u2019re famous for being in love.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m famous for my food and sleeping\nwith movie actresses,\u201d he says with a shrug. \u201cBut I was never in love with any\nof them. I enjoyed sleeping with some of them, some not so much. Before the\nactresses, my liaisons were also brief. I have no experience of being in a\nrelationship. Until you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre we in a relationship?\u201d asks\nCaroline, who has only been in a few, none lasting more than a year. \u201cI thought\nwe were just having a fling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe we are,\u201d he says, gazing in\nwonder at her. \u201cBut I admire so many things about you, besides your genius in\nbed. This is new for me and I like it very much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI feel the same about you,\u201d she says,\nkeenly aware of her resistance to being in love. With anybody.<\/em> \u201cThough we\u2019re terribly mismatched, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d he asks, smiling. \u201cBecause\nI\u2019m older than you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd I\u2019m a college professor in New\nHampshire,\u201d she says, feeling she might cry, \u201cand you live here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAha,\u201d he says, gazing up at the\nblue blue sky. \u201cYet here we are and at least for the moment you don\u2019t seem to\nmind our age difference, so perhaps we could spend the day together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019d love to, Raul\u201d she says,\nsoftening, \u201cbut I\u2019m the after-lunch teacher at the farm school today. I\u2019m\ntaking the kids on a walk in the woods to study the ecosystem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI would love to go with you,\u201d he says,\nnodding hopefully. \u201cIf I wouldn\u2019t be in the way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou would?\u201d she says, surprised.\n\u201cThat would be\u2026 fine. You wouldn\u2019t be in the way at all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood,\u201d he says, happily. \u201cI will be\nyour student, too. What do I need to bring?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA sketch book and a couple pencils,\u201d\nshe says, delighted. \u201cWe\u2019ll be sketching trees and landscapes. The kids are\namazing artists. They studied with a wonderful painter and now they take\ndrawing from Delilah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know the painter who taught\nthem,\u201d he says, recalling Joseph Richardson recently gone back to England. \u201cWe\nhave two of his paintings in Ocelot<\/em>, one\nof the mouth of the Mercy, and a huge amazing portrait of the farm people in\nfancy clothes with their dogs, playing croquet in the orchard. You\u2019ll see them if\nyou ever come to my restaurant. Joseph and his wife Constance dined there every\nThursday evening before they returned to England. They adored Delilah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s amazing,\u201d says Caroline, who\nhas a not-so-secret crush on Delilah. \u201cCan you imagine having her as your Math,\nMusic, and Art teacher when you were in school?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI quit school when I was twelve,\u201d\nsays Raul, recalling the cold drudgery of Catholic school, \u201cand escaped to the\nkitchen of my stepfather\u2019s restaurant. But if Delilah had been my teacher, I\nwould not have wanted to escape.\u201d He pauses thoughtfully. \u201cDo you know who her\nmother was?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMargot Cunningham. Daisy told me.\u201d\nShe squints at him. \u201cOne of your conquests?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was one of hers,\u201d he says quietly.\n\u201cLong ago one night in San Francisco.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow was it?\u201d she asks, surprised to\nfeel jealous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI remember very little about the\nexperience,\u201d he says, recalling Margot dining at estuaire<\/em>, the restaurant he created that made him world famous\u2014Margot\nregal and exquisitely beautiful, but sad, deeply sad. \u201cOnly that she wanted me\nto call her Susie, which I later learned was the name she was born with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDoes Delilah know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo one in the world knows except you\nand I.\u201d He takes her hand. \u201cShall we keep it our secret?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she says, looking into his\neyes. \u201cI will tell no one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delilah resembles her famous mother in both face and body, though she is not blonde and fair, but brunette with olive skin. Tall and strong, her hair cut very short, she was a musical and mathematical prodigy as a child, and an accomplished artist by the age of ten, her talents undiminished now that she is twenty-five. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She is wearing her usual outfit of sweatshirt\nand brown trousers as she stands between two large chalkboards in the farmhouse\nliving room, watching Larry and Henri each attempting to solve the same Algebra\nproblem. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twelve-year-old Larry is very skinny,\none might even say scrawny. He wears wire-framed glasses, his nose long and\nthin, his lips quite large, his chin barely evident, his red hair frizzy, his father\na retired Physics professor now a zealous collector of driftwood, his mother a Marriage\nand Family Counselor who does most of her work via video telephony. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eleven-year-old Henri possesses his\nGerman mother\u2019s beauty and his French father\u2019s heroic chin. Born and raised on\nthe farm, he is muscular and agile with short brown hair and a stellar sense of\nhumor. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the boys complete their\nfiguring, Henri concluding with X=32, Larry with X=16, Delilah says, \u201cVery well\ndone, Henri. And Larry, take another look at the third line of your otherwise\nexcellent work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh shoot,\u201d says Larry, slapping his\nforehead and knocking his glasses askew. \u201cDuh.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think we\u2019ve done quite enough\nmath for one morning,\u201d says Delilah, sensing the kids need a break on this\nglorious sunshiny day. \u201cGo amble around and when you feel sufficiently revived,\nwe\u2019ll finish the morning session with some music.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Irenia, Arturo, and Henri play\nFrisbee on the expanse of open ground in front of the barn while Vivienne,\nAlma, and Larry walk to the vegetable garden, pull a few carrots, and saunter\nback to the farmhouse happily munching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust think,\u201d says Larry, his voice\nhigh and nasal, \u201cif we were at Mercy K-8 right now, I\u2019d be doodling in my\nbinder and praying no one beats me up at recess while Mr. Delbonis spews\nquestionable facts to memorize.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd I\u2019d be praying Miss Hansen\ndidn\u2019t call on me,\u201d says Alma, who is plump and cute and has frizzy light brown\nhair and wears glasses, her father an optometrist, her mother a dietician,\n\u201cbecause I wouldn\u2019t have heard anything she said for the last ten minutes,\nwhich is when she always<\/em> called on\nme.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019d probably be bored at the\nMontessori school, too,\u201d says Vivienne, who recently had her long brown hair\ncut shoulder length and sometimes wishes she\u2019d been able to finish Sixth Grade at\nthe Montessori. \u201cBut not at recess. I loved recess at the Montessori. The\nsoccer games especially. So I do miss that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the kids return to the\nfarmhouse after their short break, they find Philip and Lisa in the kitchen\npreparing lunch, the kids to eat first, the adults after\u2014lunch and the mid-day\nrecess lasting from roughly 11:30 to 1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delilah is sitting at the piano\nthinking about what to do with the kids for the next half-hour when Vivienne\nsays, \u201cI hope we\u2019re going to sing now. We loved learning to sing harmonies last\nweek.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raul and Caroline arrive at the farmhouse\nin time to hear the children singing a three-part harmony rendition of a verse from\n\u2018Up A Lazy River\u2019\u2014Delilah and five of the children singing in tune, while Alma,\nsinging loudest of all, is way off key, which obviously irks the other children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Up\na lazy river where the robin\u2019s song<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wakes\nup in the mornin\u2019 as we roll along<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blue\nskies up above, everyone\u2019s in love<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Up\na lazy river, how happy we will be <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Up\na lazy river with me <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing at the open front door listening\nto Alma wreak havoc on the otherwise excellent rendition, Caroline and Raul exchanges\nglances wondering what Delilah will say to Alma when they finish the verse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d says Delilah, before any of\nthe kids can complain about Alma\u2019s singing, \u201cwe\u2019re getting there, but I\u2019d like\nto work on our pitch before we try again. Gather round the piano.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So the kids gather round the piano\nand Delilah plays middle C and says, \u201cLet\u2019s match this note.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five of the kids match the C\nperfectly while Alma belts out a D.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow one at a time,\u201d says Delilah,\nplaying the C again. \u201cArturo begin, please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arturo matches the note. Henri\nmatches the note. Vivienne matches the note. Irenia matches the note, her voice\nextraordinarily beautiful. Larry matches the note. Alma sings a D.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlma?\u201d says Delilah, gently. \u201cCan\nyou hear how your note is not exactly the same as the C?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d says Alma, frowning. \u201cSounds\nthe same to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want you to try again.\u201d Delilah\nplays the C again and holds down the sustain pedal. \u201cNow listen very carefully\nas you sing and try to match this note.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alma steadfastly sings a D.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow about this?\u201d says Delilah,\nwinking at Arturo to quell his urge to say No!<\/em>\n\u201cIrenia? Would you sing the C and hold the note for as long as you can.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Irenia sings the C.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow Alma, I want you to sing with\nIrenia so your note sounds just like her note.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alma sings D again, but as Irenia\ncontinues to hold the C, Alma begins to hear how she is not quite singing the\nsame note as Irenia. So she stops singing, clears her throat, starts again, and\ngets a little closer to the Irenia\u2019s C.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now, as if this moment has been\nwaiting to happen since the beginning of time, Alma\u2019s note becomes Irenia\u2019s and\nthey hold the note together for a long time, after which everyone in the\nfarmhouse cheers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In the forest a few hundred yards north of the terraced vegetable and flower garden, the children and Raul and Caroline sit in a circle on the ground a few feet apart, their backs to the center of the circle, making sketches of what they see before them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

An unseen raven makes a sound uncannily\nlike someone playing castanets. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raul looks up from his sketching and\nwaits for the sound of castanets to come again, but the raven has nothing more\nto say. Raul looks at his sketch of three large trunks of trees in the\nforeground, shrubbery in the middle ground, myriad trunks and foliage in the\nbackground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo this is the world,\u201d he says\nquietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Henri, sitting to Raul\u2019s right, nods\nand quotes his father Marcel, complete with Marcel\u2019s French accent. \u201cSo we are\ntold.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot the whole<\/em> world,\u201d says Vivienne, sitting to Raul\u2019s left. \u201cBut\ndefinitely part of the world. You didn\u2019t mean the whole<\/em> world, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI did,\u201d says Raul, loving being\nhere with the children and Caroline. \u201cThis is part of the world and the whole\nworld, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI kind of see what you mean,\u201d says\nVivienne, continuing to sketch the scene before her. \u201cFor instance, if you were\nan ant or even something smaller, this would certainly be the whole world.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know about that,\u201d says\nArturo, commenting from the other side of the circle. \u201cAnts can travel pretty\nfar in a relatively short amount of time. I read they can travel more than a\nmile in a day. But to a bacteria this would be a veritable galaxy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy do people want to go to Mars?\u201d asks\nIrenia, unhappy with her rendering of a stump surrounded by ferns. \u201cWhy not\nstay here and make the earth clean again? Why go to a planet with no life when\nwe have this one so full of life?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEcology begets philosophy,\u201d says\nCaroline, remembering making love with Raul this morning, how never before had she\nexperienced such perfect harmony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

fin<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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