When he first got the letter it made little sense to him, but it seemed important, so he put it in a book he liked, and tucked it on his shelf. That was almost six years ago, a few months after they moved here from DC, just before school started.
He had been going through his closet, getting rid of some of his childish old junk, and some half memory had prompted him to flip through the book. When he saw the brown, wrinkled paper, he did not remember what it was instantly. As he squinted to make out the smudged writing, he tried not to feel the roll of conflicting emotions that only comes in adolescence.
He did remember her, his father's partner. When he was little his dad would take him to that big museum sometimes, and sometimes she would show him neat stuff. He remembered Max better from the museum.
He remembered Dr. Bones from other places also; he could picture her in the doorway of his dad's old house in DC, standing and arguing with his dad in whispers. Bones sitting with his dad at the park, close and quiet, watching him play. Bones sitting across from him and his dad at restaurant, smiling while his dad laughed and nudged him.
It was so strange to read those lines about his dad. Parker knew his dad had been a field agent once, before they moved to Machusetts, but it was hard to picture.
Before he could think any more about it he heard his mom calling that it was time for practice. He slipped the letter carefully back into the book and hid it quickly under his pillow, and hurried downstairs.
So is it better to publish these bits as I come up with them, or should I wait until there is more and put up a big chapter?
Feedback always appricated.
