The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet Page #2

Thanks anyway.

Have a good day.

What are you doing?

What do you think I am doing?

You are going to mess up my dataset.

You're in there for like 15 hours.

Who was that?

A journalist... From New York.

Wants me to go there for

an interview about my work.

Inside Gracie's cortex

Just laugh in his face, its

the only way to deal with this.

Clearly he is making it up.

And if it were true?

You mean this total spass

leaving Montana before us?

Would it be so bad to

be a celebrity sister?

This total dork, invited to New York...

for an interview?

You're full crap.

I told her I can't come,

cause' classes are again monday,

but she was insisting.

What did I do to god

for hate me? It's like

"Here, Gracie, I found you

a family full of nutjobs,"

"And you are gonna live

in no worse in Montana"

"and your brother, who is a total spat"

"is going to New York!"

I told you I am not

going I've got a school.

News fash crazy New

Yorkers loves spatters

Its kind of a new trend!.

Too late.

Any chance you've got

she wallowed in the role

of the misunderstood actress

She landed the lead in a retro

anti establishment theater piece.

But that night,

I was busy working on a

challenge set by Discover magazine

"How to drop an egg from the top"

"of the Empire State Building

without breaking it. "

Inorder to finish my project and

get out of saying Gracie's blain,

I had to end this

Tapioca to the rest field.

One night, in a Bette Davis face,

Gracie launched into a heated diatribe

about father's museum setting hall.

Is it even conceivable that the

cowboy museum or rather, mausoleum

could be turned into

a normal living room

where normal people

could relax and have

normal conversation?

My father, Tecumseh Elijah Spivet,

was born 100 years too late.

He had the soul, stature,

and mindset of a cowboy.

For him talking was a necessary chore,

as shoeing a horse.

Cellphone reception was nowhere

to be found at coppertop ranch

and father refused

to install a telephone

in Gracie's room.

And you heard in the voice?

Her looks.

Yeah, its no wonder in history of Miss

America pagents Miss Montana never won.

Except, the worst selection ever!

every night in his setting room

father took off his boots

and muttering some cryptic statements

after raising glass of

whiskey upto his lips

precisely every 45 seconds.

a conversion from a cricket.

crickets and insects,

were my mother's specialty.

Dr Clair spent most of her adult life

studying tiny creatures

with the magnifying glass,

then classifying them into species...

and subspecies.

What if it doesn't exist?

I mean, for a year now,

you stopped everything

to prove that tigermonk

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