The Window
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A girl, blinded by the auto accident that killed her mother, comes to terms with her disability—and her new life. “This is a sensitive and well-told story, inhabited by appealing and believable characters, and given a twist by the unexpected element of the supernatural.” —Kirkus Reviews
Jeanette Ingold
JEANETTE INGOLD, the author of six young adult novels, has been writing since she worked as a reporter on a daily newspaper many years ago. Her novel Hitch was a Christopher Award winner. She lives in Missoula, Montana.
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- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Mandy's life changed in an instant. A car crash took from her, her mother and her sight. Now she is sent to live with great aunts and uncles she had no idea even existed. This book starts out very promising as the reader struggles with Mandy and her new handicap but quickly becomes a let down despite a very unique twist with Mandy's past. The author seemed very despirate to get to the end and the book feels rushed with half developed plots and flat characters. The book leaves the reader asking more questions then were answered.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5"The Window" by Jeanette Ingold is about a young girl named Mandy who loses her sight after being in a car crash. The crash also killed her mother, and now Mandy goes to live with elderly relatives who she never knew existed. How will Mandy deal with her blindness? Being able to see is always something that I took for granted until I read this book. Jeanette Ingold's descriptions of Mandy trying to do simple things, such as pick out clothing or find a classroom, really suck you in. I'm also glad how the author included scenes where Mandy faced people who acted like she was beneath them. I think this book not only reminds us what we take for granted, but also that people who have such handicaps are just normal people trying to get through the day like the rest of us. I recommend it to all.
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The Window - Jeanette Ingold
harcourt, inc.
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Copyright © 1996 by Jeanette Ingold
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First Harcourt paperback edition 1996
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Ingold, Jeanette.
The window/Jeanette Ingold.
p. cm.
Summary: When she comes to live with relatives on a Texas
farm, fifteen-year-old Mandy encounters the grandmother
she never knew and begins to come to terms with her blindness
caused by the automobile accident that killed her mother.
[1. Mothers and daughters—Fiction. 2. Blind—Fiction.
3. People with disabilities—Fiction. 4. Family life—Texas—
Fiction. 5. Ghosts—Fiction. 6. Texas—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.I533Wi 2003
[Fic]—dc21 2002191957
ISBN 0-15-204926-6
Text set in Fairfield Medium
Designed by Camilla Filancia
Printed in the United States of America
H G F
This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, organizations,
and events portrayed in this book are products of the author's
imagination. Any resemblance to any organization, event, or
actual person, living or dead, is unintentional.
For my husband, Kurt
Acknowledgments
I wish to acknowledge with gratitude the assistance of the teachers and counselors who answered my numerous questions and who read and commented on the manuscript: Fred Bischoff, Judy O'Toole-Freel, Bob Maffit, Dennis Slonaker, and Dr. Karen Wolffe; of willing readers Jamie and Kristy Maffit; of students at the Montana School for the Deaf and the Blind who reviewed the manuscript and talked about it with me; and of my good friends who gave varied and valued help: Peggy Christian, Hanneke Ippisch, Wendy Norgaard, Dorothy Hinshaw Patent, Greg Patent, and Carol Soth. I especially thank my editor, Diane D'Andrade.
Chapter 1
[Image]STAY SEATED, Mandy, the flight attendant says.
When the other passengers have gotten off, I'll come get you."
Right. She should try staying seated herself, when everybody else is standing up and the guy by the window wants out and stuff's tumbling from thé overhead bins and you get bumped half into the aisle.
A man says, Watch it,
and some other man says, Hey.
Suddenly there's a pocket of hot silence. Everyone around has just realized I can't see.
Those must be your folks. They've got a sign with MANDY on it.
Then a woman is hugging me, Aunt Emma I guess. Her front is soft and she's shorter than me. She laughs, flustered. I knew you were fifteen, but somehow I hadn't pictured ... I mean, I thought of you younger...
A man hugs me, and another, hugs of wool jackets and aftershave, clumsy big hugs, and their voices rumble.
One tells me he's my uncle Gabriel. Great-uncle Gabriel. They're all greats, for that matter, Great-uncles Abe and Gabriel and Great-aunt Emma, who is Gabriel's wife.
So, Mandy,
he says, I hope you're going to liven up our gloomy old house.
Gabriel, hush,
Aunt Emma whispers. It's too soon.
Don't worry about me,
I say. It's OK.
And even if it's not, I can take care of myself.
That's my gift. Other girls get blond hair and nice families and brains that tell them the right things to say. I've got knowing how to take care of myself, and how to face what I have to face.
Like that night I woke up in the hospital and heard the nurses talking about whether they should take me to my mom. One said, I hate for her to see,
as if there was any way I could through bandages over eyes that had stopped working.
Besides, did that nurse think I couldn't imagine how my mom was? That I couldn't guess what happened to people when they got thrown from cars and smashed against utility poles?
I fussed until she put me into a wheelchair, took me to another floor, to intensive care, and I was too dumb to wonder why I was getting to go there now when they hadn't let me for days and days.
Here's your mother,
the nurse told me, and I had to take her word for it. The only sounds in the room were machine sounds.
I found my mother's arm, reached for her face, but the nurse moved my hand away. You'll dislodge the tubing.
I listened for Mom to make some noise, even to just breathe out loud, but all the room became one steady, tiny monitor blip.
Hey, Mom,
I said, you sure we can afford the rent here?
I could feel the nurse get uptight, knew she was thinking: Hard case; people like these don't have feelings like they should.
Don't worry, Mom,
I said. I'll get along.
My mom died the next morning, without me ever knowing if she'd heard.
This is my first time to Texas. The cold air surprises me. Somehow I thought Texas, even in the north, would be warm and dusty-smelling, not damp and cold and made empty by a wind without scent. There is no sun; I would feel it through my eye-lids. I would see it. I can see sunlight, bright light. There is none this day.
We drive a long while after leaving the Dallas airport, first over highway and then back roads, and then I'm inside a house and still chilly. Aunt Emma puts a bundlely sweater on my shoulders and I hear a furnace come roaring on. Cold November,
says Uncle Abe. We'll have heat in just a few minutes.
I can't stop a shiver.
Em,
says Abe, guess we've got another cold-blooded one,
and I think he's saying that I'm mean, but he's not.
Gabriel says, Your Uncle Abe means thin-blooded. Emma always wants the heat up.
The house smells of cooking, onion and broccoli and meats layered one meal into the next, nice smells, but smells.
And of flowers, but not sweet ones like my roommate's at the hospital. I ask Aunt Emma what kind and she says marigolds. About the last, I guess. We could get frost any night now.
Most people plant marigolds to keep deer away,
says Gabriel, that's how bad they smell. But Em likes them.
An honest smell,
says Aunt Emma, and they're easy to grow.
Her answer starts another question. It seems to hang in the air: This Mandy, does she grow easy?
No, I want to shout. I don't grow easy. I'm trying the best I can and messing up terribly and I don't see how the three of you are going to make anything any better.
No, I want to shout. Don't you read? It's never easy to raise a child, not even for the people whose job it's supposed to be. Mothers grow children. Not great-aunts and old uncles.
No, I want to shout. Stare at me, in this bundlely sweater. I don't even know quite where to look, now that you're silent and your voices don't tell me where you are. Do I look easy to grow?
May I see my room, please?
I ask.
Again that silence. I'd said, May I see. You'd think I'd know better, would have learned these last weeks what see and look do to people who can, when they hear the words said in front of someone who can't. When someone who can't says them herself.
Certainly,
answers Aunt Emma. She laughs, an embarrassed little laugh. Actually, we have a choice for you. About what room you want, I mean. There's one here on this floor...
Aren't your bedrooms all upstairs?
I know they are. Mom had a picture of this house, though she'd never been in it. My mother's house,
she'd say, when she'd find me looking at it. Your grandmother's.
Again that embarrassed little laugh. Yes,
Aunt Emma says, but there's a little room down here, a study, that we thought you could...
Whose study?
Well, your uncle Abe's, but...
I don't need it,
he breaks in. I can work perfectly well upstairs. Lots of space in my bedroom for a desk.
I ask, What's the other choice?
I know what they're doing, trying to give me a room where I won't have to climb steps. But I'm blind, not crippled.
The other one is on the second floor,
says Emma, but it's so tiny...
It's Uncle Gabriel who interrupts this time. Actually, there's another choice,
he says. Nobody's using the attic room, nobody has for years. It's not much bigger, but...
Let me see it, please.
I am not going to stop saying see just to spare their feelings. It's what I mean. And what do they want me to say, anyway? Let me feel the attic, please? Smell the attic? Choose it for my bedroom without learning one thing about it first?
It's Gabriel who puts my hand on his arm and walks me to the staircase. I run the tip of my long cane side to side. The bare treads are wood and very wide, worn to rounded edges.
It's a long flight,
he says.
I start up on my own, as rapidly as I can go and not hesitating once, even when I'm thinking, Please God help me find the top so I take a smooth step onto it and don't fall on my face.