Chapter 22

“Do you see anything?” he asked.

“I don’t see how it could be me,” Simon said. “I was not born under any kind of flower and I am an only child.”

“I have several older brothers, but it can’t be me,” Joanne added, obviously thinking along the same lines as Fox.

“I only have sisters,” Mrs. Parks chimed in.

“Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with real-life siblings,” Karl suggested. “It is likely a metaphor, such as the one found in the previous poem.”

Fox frowned and wrinkled his nose. “There’s something familiar about the wording, though. I can’t put my finger on the reason, but I’m sure I’ve read a similar passage somewhere.”

“Could it be for you, then?” Simon asked.

“It didn’t have anything to do with me, I’m pretty sure,” Fox said, with a shake of his head. “It just sounds like something I’ve heard before, and I just remember the wording.”

“Me, too, actually,” Joanne put in, then pursed her lips. “But only the first part. The second part doesn’t sound at all familiar.”