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The House of the Scorpion
The House of the Scorpion
The House of the Scorpion
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The House of the Scorpion

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Discover this internationally bestselling, National Book Award–winning young adult classic about what it means to be human with an updated, reimagined cover!

Matt Alacrán wasn’t born. He was harvested.

His DNA came from El Patrón, the drug-lord ruler of the country of Opium. Most people hate and fear clones like Matt—except for El Patrón. El Patrón loves Matt as he loves himself, because Matt is himself.

As Matt struggles to understand his existence, he is threatened by a sinister cast of characters, and realizes escape is his only chance to survive. But escape from the Alacrán Estate is no guarantee of freedom.
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Release dateMay 11, 2010
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Nancy Farmer

Nancy Farmer has written three Newbery Honor books: The Ear, the Eye and the Arm; A Girl Named Disaster; and The House of the Scorpion, which also won the National Book Award and the Printz Honor. Other books include The Lord of Opium, The Sea of Trolls, The Land of the Silver Apples, The Islands of the Blessed, Do You Know Me, The Warm Place, and three picture books for young children. She grew up on the Arizona-Mexico border and now lives with her family in the Chiricahua Mountains of Arizona.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    A great story that teaches about courage and choosing your own path in life. The characters really come alive and you can actually relate to them. A good book about coming of age and other social and ethical issues.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This was one of the only books I could actually get through that was assigned to me during my high school years. I highly recommend it. Not only is this story interesting, it is thought provoking and action packed.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Love it more every time I read it.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book was amazing. I have reread it many times from when I was 10-13 and it keeps on surprising you
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Best book ever to ever read in your life ever
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I enjoyed the first two thirds of this book. Matt's life as a clone in a world of non clones and his struggle to understand the difference (if there really was one) was interesting and thought provoking. I feel like the story falls apart when Matt leaves this world. Farmer barely fleshes out the world outside of Opium. Matt's experiences in Aztlan seem rushed because it's hard to grasp how that world operates. At the same time, his time at the plankton farm drags on forever. The end of the book is also too neat. I did enjoy this book, but I can't give it more than three stars. I just feel like Farmer dropped the ball on world building.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Genre: science Fiction. This book deals with characters that are clones. Though this is not yet possible, the book limits any disbelief from the reader and explains the science. Plot: In the story the main character is battling agains society. Though he is valuable, he is still a second class citizen because he is a clone.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Finished this book yesterday and I did enjoy it. Glad to discover it is not part of a series.

    I liked the writing. Not so sure that I liked the last part of the story but I do recommend giving this book a try. It is different than the now YA dystopian books you see everywhere. A different style. No romance. well maybe a little, but more about friendship. 3.5
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Richly imagined, sensitively told tale of a young clone and his coming-of-age. Horrific parts balance with tenderness and the whole is both magical and redemptive. Highly recommended.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    A solid read if at times a bit slow. But what a rich, full world Farmer creates.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book is great because:
    1. It is a young adult book about, I kid you not, every social policy and -ism you can think of--drugs, slavery, cloning, classism, socialism, EVERYTHING
    2. I read all 400 or something pages in a day
    3. The story is really unique and I wasn't really sure what was going to happen

    Anyways, it is basically the story of the clone of the biggest drug lord in a country solely made up of drug farms.

    A few people on the book's goodreads page mentioned that the writing was not amazing but, to tell the truth, I never really noticed. And I read. A lot. Some of the female characters are a little bit annoying but that won't stop me from recommending this book to most of my reader friends.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Aside from the whole "Matt's a clone" thing, this doesn't read as particularly science fiction-y. Maybe a little dystopian/alternate future, but the tone feels more like historical fiction--to the extent that the first mention of a hovercraft gives a kind of mental whiplash. The story is a little slow through the first half, but then the pace (and the adventure! intrigue! drama!) picks up. Unfortunately, something in this just never grabbed me. I wanted it to--I was interested in the story, curious where it was going, even enjoying both the writing and narration styles, but I never felt like I connected with the characters. Whether that's a deficit in the writing or in my current concentration levels, I don't know, but overall I'm left with a somewhat mediocre impression. Three, maybe three and a half, stars.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    Only 2 stars because it was truly aimed at very young kids. Though it has an interesting and original dystopian future, set in a series of new feudal kingdoms between the US and Mexico, parts of the plot were extremely contrived. People were bad when the story needed them to be bad and good when making them anything less than helpful would've been too difficult to write. Also there was this weird anti-communism vein.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Farmer's book has won many awards, most notably the National Book Award, so you do not need me to tell you whether it is well-written or interesting. Although I had not heard it particularly listed as such, The House of the Scorpion is a dystopian novel. Matt lives in the country of Opium, formed as a barrier to immigration between the United States and Mexico. Opium, as its name implies, earns money almost solely from the export of drugs. The workers are treated even worse than slaves. A steady supply of new workers come from the people in the U.S. hoping for better conditions in Mexico and vice versa. There is no better place: there is only Opium. Mexico has become a communist country, with all of the excesses and hypocrisy that brings.

    Although the story was incredibly interesting, I had trouble relating to much to the characters. They all seemed to be driven by only one personality trait, which got quite old. People have more depth than that generally. Matt and El Patron were both driven almost entirely by the desire to preserve their lives, although El Patron includes with his life his hoard. Maria wants to save all creatures who cannot save themselves. Tom only cares about screwing with people. None of the characters were particularly likable, even Maria, who could be too trusting of people despite the evidence to the contrary.

    Recommended for fans of dystopia and alternative futures. Especially recommended if you liked Neal Shusterman's Unwind.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    "The House of the Scorpion" is a top-notch book. Although labeled "juvenile fiction," it is perfectly suitable for adults and older children. The book is set in the future in an opium-growing border state between the U.S. and Aztlan (Mexico). The book chronicles the struggles of Matt, clone of the infamous El Patron, the 140-year-old dictator of the opium empire. Farmer builds not one, but two interesting cultures which are at once surprising and alien, and yet plausible outgrowths of the facts of the setting and the reality of human nature. Matt himself is a very deep and complex character who changes tremendously throughout the book (while he progresses from around 6 to over 14 years of age). Farmer clearly has an intuitive grasp of child psychology and is adept at making a hero who is recognizable as a child, yet who embodies meritorious qualities beyond his years. Matt is able to understand and empathize with the needs of others, and though he makes mistakes and suffers prejudice, he nevertheless manages to acquire valuable friends. He is an easy hero to admire.The setting is overwhelmingly dystopian, but it has that strange, elusive quality which makes the reader wonder if he/she might enjoy a visit, or if perhaps living there would at least be more interesting than living in the real world. The story reflects on illegal immigration and drugs, issues which are relevant today, although I do not see any allegory to particular events, people, or political positions.Overall, Farmer has made an exciting, interesting, and unique story of overcoming adversity and growing up in a hostile environment. It's fast-moving and hard to put down, yet it is thoughtful and inspiring. Give it a try.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    content spoilers: slavery, corporal punishment, child abuse triggers.
    If you accept the artful use of dramatic license and the what-if plot premise, this near future narrative feels horrifyingly close.

    The chance of a healthy (expected lifespan over 20, usable organs) human clone from a skin sample is much less than 1 in 32. It may be impossible because non-sex cells are specialised.
    The vested interests which profit from the supply of drugs to North America would not allow it to be curtailed.
    States (or mercenaries) would rush in if there were a power vacuum.
    Don't emigrants from the North have guns? The Farm Patrol would be annihilated.


    By the ending, the plot threads are resolved, the author throws a bone to readers who desire a happy ending but the future is left open for reader interpretation. If you don't allow dramatic license the ending may seem too convenient or undramatic.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This is a fantastic epic story that kept me on the edge of my seat and never ceased to entertain and surprise me. Right when I thought I knew what would happen, Farmer had another dimension waiting for me.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Very good. Well written, good characterization, and the ethical issues presented were interesting. I found the ending to be lacking--it was was too easy and quick for everything the reader had been through. I loved Matt's will to survive.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book reminds me of when I was little and would read my favorite books over and over again, because as soon as I reached the end of The House of the Scorpion, I wanted to start all over again with my knowledge of the world to see what else I could find out during a second reading.Matt is one of the absolute best main characters I've ever encountered, and the supporting cast is equally impressive. Both the writing and the plot are brilliant. Some of the connecting bits seem rushed (but that may have been because I was reading so fast trying to see what happens next).I was not expecting to read this book in two sittings, but I found it pretty much impossible to put down. Normally, once I finish a book, I'm ready to move on to the next, but I -really- want to start back at the beginning and take the ride all over again. It's excellent.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book was a big surprise to me. To be completely honest, I didn't expect much of it when I first started. But the book quickly grabbed hold of me and made me wonder. It reminded me of Brave New World many times (albeit a strongly simplified version) and I loved it. Even though it is a YA (Young Adults) book it doesn't shun the harder facts. I enjoyed it a lot.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Matt, a clone, grows up under the thumb and constant supervision of his maker, El Patron. He lives in the land of Opium, between Mexico and the United States, where normal laws don't apply and human life is hardly valued. Matt must choose between the life he knows where he has some power, and the unknown where he knows he doesn't belong.Farmer beautifully creates the world of Opium and the not-so-distant future, where cloning is commonplace, but frowned upon, and people can be bought and sold if you have the power. Matt's journey from childhood, into the understanding of his position, and finally into his choice of who he wants to be in life is at times touching, funny, horrifying, and always deeply moving. The only complaint is that, in a book that takes its time with everything, the ending feels rushed. REcommended for grades 9 and above due to violence and adult themes.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    While this book is technically science fiction, it's written in a way that I think can appeal to a broader audience. It's the relationships and social issues that drive the plot of the book and kept me engaged in the story. The main character (Matt) spends most of his life trying to figure out where he fits in, a common issue with most children. Matt is rejected and sometimes bullied as he learns about the world and encounters various situations. The book poses a number of moral and ethical questions that would be excellent discussions in a classroom setting, not just about the topic of cloning but also about bullying and acceptance. Well worth reading even if you aren't the traditional sci fi fan.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book had a lot going on in a good way, totally a science fiction book but the author does a great job in providing more than just a far from this world science fiction book, the book provides depth and substance. The story goes deep into characters and many issues. Intense is a great way to sum up this book. Interesting it deals with many controversial issues, yet it does not deal with these issues in a manner that it becomes inappropriate for younger readers. Issues this book deals with cloning, war on drugs/cartel/political, family relations, some religious overtones, inner struggle, acceptance, cultural problems, and a bit of romance thrown in. It was difficult not wanting to continue reading this book. Elements of the story that was science fiction; cloning of humans (for advancement in life, for labor, for medical), takes place in the future (but is believable because it seems as if this can take place in the not too distant future). The plot is creative and original, I was guessing through out the pages of what would become of Matt (the main character a boy who is a clone). The author does a great job in creating Matt into a boy with substance, feeling, and emotion thus the reader forgets he is a clone. Very difficult book to recommend to young children, the reader must be mature enough to handle these issues. Ages 13/14 and up
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Farmer, Nancy. The House of the Scorpion. New York: Atheneum Books for Young Readers, 2004. This cience fiction story takes place in America in the future. It's premise is that the opium ring leaders gain control of vast parts of America close to the Mexican border. The drug lords plant vast fields of poppy fields and us iggits to harverst them. Iggits are people who have had a chip implanted into their brain and are controlled by a single command. The story is told from the point of view of a boy that is the clone of an old drug lord that plans to transplant his organ into his own body to live as long as possible. But there is the conflict in the clone. He wants to live his life like a real boy and he wants to do things right. The plot is so original and imaginative it kept me reading.The theme, which asks "what is life?," continues throughout the novel to be questioned and proven. This books is more appropriate for 7-8th grade middle school. It is more realistic than any other science fiction books I have read. Age group: 12- Adult.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Fields of white opium poppies stretch away over the hills, and uniformed workers bend over the rows, harvesting the juice. This is the empire of Matteo Alacran, a feudal drug lord in the country of Opium, which lies between the United States and Aztlan, formerly Mexico. Field work, or any menial tasks, are done by "eejits," humans in whose brains computer chips have been installed to insure docility. Alacran, or El Patron, has lived 140 years with the help of transplants from a series of clones, a common practice among rich men in this world. The intelligence of clones is usually destroyed at birth, but Matt, the latest of Alacran's doubles, has been spared because he belongs to El Patron. He grows up in the family's mansion, alternately caged and despised as an animal and pampered and educated as El Patron's favorite. Gradually he realizes the fate that is in store for him, and with the help of Tam Lin, his bluff and kind Scottish bodyguard, he escapes to Aztlan. There he and other "lost children" are trapped in a more subtle kind of slavery before Matt can return to Opium to take his rightful place and transform his country.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book truly deserved its Newberry Honor Medal! I find that there are many post-apocalyptic/futuristic novels that often just miss the mark. The House of the Scorpion, however, hits it spot on. The story follows Matt, who is the honored outcast in his own home. As he discovers the truth of his existence, his life shatters before him and he strives to find out who he really is.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Note: This review contains mild spoilers.The House of the Scorpion is a novel intended for young adults, but it is only distinguishable as that by the youth of its main characters and the sometimes simplistic straightforwardness of the writing. The themes it addresses — the outsider, the moral obligations of those in power, the determination of nature vs. nurture — are much more complex and will appeal to readers of any age.The House of the Scorpion is set 140 years in the future, in a dystopian country called Opium or Dreamland, located between the U.S. and Mexican (now Aztlan) borders. Opium was founded by a drug lord named El Patrón in a deal with its bordering countries to eliminate illegal immigration and funnel the drug trade to Asia, Europe and Africa. El Patrón rules Opium absolutely, modeling it on a fantasy version of his childhood Mexico. His Farm Patrol captures illegals and lobotomizes them, turning them into slaves called “eejits” or “zombies” to work the opium fields. El Patrón keeps himself alive by harvesting organs and tissue as needed from clones of himself, whose brains are also destroyed.Except, in his hubris, El Patrón decides to keep the brain of of one his clones, a boy named Matt, intact. The novel is divided into sections based on Matt’s age and important periods in his life, from youth to middle age to old age. Never intended to have a long life, Matt’s “death” — and most critical turning point — comes at age 14, when he discovers that his true purpose is not to take over the family business from El Patrón, but to supply his next heart. The House of the Scorpion is Matt’s coming-of-age story, and at this point when Matt escapes to Aztlan, he begins the final process of becoming himself: no longer a despised, inferior clone, an outsider, but a true leader.Sharing El Patrón’s genetics, Matt also shares many of his characteristics: pride, innate leadership, the drive to do what is necessary to achieve his goals. For most of his youth, although he is largely ostracized, Matt is not completely alone. Three people highly influence him: Celia, the woman who raises him and loves him unconditionally; Tam Lin, his bodyguard, who teaches him about the world and who believes in him; and Maria, his childhood friend who shows Matt that he is capable of being loved, despite being a clone. These are influences that El Patrón lacked. So when Matt comes into his own as a leader, he has the potential to do what El Patrón never could: to correct the egregious moral sins of his culture.The House of the Scorpion won many honors, including the Newbery Award and the National Book Award for young adult literature.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    This book is about Matt who is a clone in House of Scorpion. El Patron, a powerful drug lord, is the original Matteo Alacran. Patron is the master mind beind the whole thing. He uses Matt's clone from cells of a cow. In Opium, El Patron catches the "illegal immigrants" that try to cross the border. If they get caught, they will become enslaved. They refer to people as eejits, who suppose to have a computer chip in their brains. What will happen to Matt? Will El Patron get caught? Read on and see.One thing we can do is fill out a K-W-L chart on cloning. Since most students wouldn't be too familiar with cloning, we can start with this activity to activate some background knowledge (if any). A K-W-L chart is a graphic organizer that stands for what we know, what we want to know, and what we learned. So, with the topic being cloning, I would let my students fill out what they know first and then what they want to now. Next, we will learn about cloning and what it is and then go back to our K-W-L charts to write what they had learned. The next idea I had was for my students to take a picture of themselves (a photo) and bring it to class. With their picture, the student is going to play the role of El Patron. On paper, the student will look at their picture and draw how their clone would look, if they were creating one like Patron did.I didn't enjoy the book. I'm not too familiar with cloning and it would't be a topic of choice that I would want to read about anyway. I'm not sure if I would share the book with middle schoolers. I give it 2 stars. I did make the connection of House of Scorpion (cloning) to the Movie Splice, which I enjoyed watching. Finally, others may have liked it, but I really didn't. It didn't interest me nor keep me motivated to keep reading more.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    The House of Scorpion by Nancy Farmer is a speculative fiction novel about cloning. In this story, the reader is introduced to a clone named Matt. Matt was made from the DNA of El Patron, a lord of a small country near the Mexican border. Matt was placed in a petri dish, then in the womb of a cow. Normally, at birth clones have needles injected into their brains causing them to go brain dead. However, Matt was more fortunate than any other clone strictly because he was El Patron's clone. El Patron wanted Matt to live a healthy life, so that he could be available if he needed Matt's organs. Matt was raised in a small house by a housemaid, Celia. Most clones are thought of a monstrous creatures and live in cells or worse; again, Matt was more fortunate than most clones. Matt has lived confined to Celia's house until he meets the children from the house who find him. After his discovery, Matt is taken to the house were he lives in animal-like conditions. The book then follows Matt's journey as he meets El Patron, makes friends, finds love, escapes to freedom, and more.Due to the subject matter of this text in our very politically correct society, I do not know that it could be used in a classroom setting. However, there are many different themes, ideas, and connections that can be used in the classroom. This text would have a great opportunity to be used for vocabulary and word study. Words in the text such as "treacherous, corrupt, malevolent" and other words provide a learning opportunity for students to discover word meaning through context. My major concern with this text is that parents and administrators would have a hard time supporting this text because it is about cloning. Cloning, stem cell research, and similar issues are a sensitive issues religiously and politically. I feel the same controversy would apply with the topic of the eejits, who have computer chips placed in their brains and perform required tasks, like robots. I also feel that although according to Scholastic this book is at a sixth grade reading level, I would use it in a high school English classroom due to content. I had a very hard time getting interested in this text. The first section of the book, which followed Matt from birth through six years of age, were full of information. I found the information overwhelming and it made it hard to put all the pieces of the story together. Because I had a hard time getting into the book in the beginning, I did not ever get really attached to the story. Although i enjoyed the book more as Matt got older and watching his relationships form with Maria, Celia, Tam Lin, El Patron, and other characters. However, I did find it erie that El Patron was so affectionate and interested in Matt because he saw Matt as himself.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This story was full of suspense. Had a great storyline and transitioned from chapter to chapter great. Would recommend this story to any reader. If you don't like thrillers or suspense, this book will make you

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The House of the Scorpion - Nancy Farmer

YOUTH:

0 TO 6

1

IN THE BEGINNING

In the beginning there were thirty-six of them, thirty-six droplets of life so tiny that Eduardo could see them only under a microscope. He studied them anxiously in the darkened room.

Water bubbled through tubes that snaked around the warm, humid walls. Air was sucked into growth chambers. A dull, red light shone on the faces of the workers as they watched their own arrays of little glass dishes. Each one contained a drop of life.

Eduardo moved his dishes, one after the other, under the lens of the microscope. The cells were perfect—or so it seemed. Each was furnished with all it needed to grow. So much knowledge was hidden in that tiny world! Even Eduardo, who understood the process very well, was awed. The cell already understood what color hair it was to have, how tall it would become, and even whether it preferred spinach to broccoli. It might even have a hazy desire for music or crossword puzzles. All that was hidden in the droplet.

Finally the round outlines quivered and lines appeared, dividing the cells in two. Eduardo sighed. It was going to be all right. He watched the samples grow, and then he carefully moved them to the incubator.

But it wasn’t all right. Something about the food, the heat, the light was wrong, and the man didn’t know what it was. Very quickly over half of them died. There were only fifteen now, and Eduardo felt a cold lump in his stomach. If he failed, he would be sent to the Farms, and then what would become of Anna and the children, and his father, who was so old?

It’s okay, said Lisa, so close by that Eduardo jumped. She was one of the senior technicians. She had worked for so many years in the dark, her face was chalk white and her blue veins were visible through her skin.

How can it be okay? Eduardo said.

The cells were frozen over a hundred years ago. They can’t be as healthy as samples taken yesterday.

That long, the man marveled.

But some of them should grow, Lisa said sternly.

So Eduardo began to worry again. And for a month everything went well. The day came when he implanted the tiny embryos in the brood cows. The cows were lined up, patiently waiting. They were fed by tubes, and their bodies were exercised by giant metal arms that grasped their legs and flexed them as though the cows were walking through an endless field. Now and then an animal moved its jaws in an attempt to chew cud.

Did they dream of dandelions? Eduardo wondered. Did they feel a phantom wind blowing tall grass against their legs? Their brains were filled with quiet joy from implants in their skulls. Were they aware of the children growing in their wombs?

Perhaps the cows hated what had been done to them, because they certainly rejected the embryos. One after another the infants, at this point no larger than minnows, died.

Until there was only one.

Eduardo slept badly at night. He cried out in his sleep, and Anna asked what was the matter. He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t say that if this last embryo died, he would be stripped of his job. He would be sent to the Farms. And she, Anna, and their children and his father would be cast out to walk the hot, dusty roads.

But that one embryo grew until it was clearly a being with arms and legs and a sweet, dreaming face. Eduardo watched it through scanners. You hold my life in your hands, he told the infant. As though it could hear, the infant flexed its tiny body in the womb until it was turned toward the man. And Eduardo felt an unreasoning stir of affection.

When the day came, Eduardo received the newborn into his hands as though it were his own child. His eyes blurred as he laid it in a crib and reached for the needle that would blunt its intelligence.

Don’t fix that one, said Lisa, hastily catching his arm. It’s a Matteo Alacrán. They’re always left intact.

Have I done you a favor? thought Eduardo as he watched the baby turn its head toward the bustling nurses in their starched, white uniforms. Will you thank me for it later?

2

THE LITTLE HOUSE IN THE POPPY FIELDS

Matt stood in front of the door and spread his arms to keep Celia from leaving. The small, crowded living room was still blue with early morning light. The sun had not yet lifted above the hills marking the distant horizon.

What’s this? the woman said. You’re a big boy now, almost six. You know I have to work. She picked him up to move him out of the way.

Take me with you, begged Matt, grabbing her shirt and wadding it up in his hands.

Stop that. Celia gently pried his fingers from the cloth. "You can’t come, mi vida. You must stay hidden in the nest like a good little mouse. There’re hawks out there that eat little mice."

"I’m not a mouse!" Matt yelled. He shrieked at the top of his voice in a way he knew was irritating. Even keeping Celia home long enough to deliver a tongue-lashing was worth it. He couldn’t bear being left alone for another day.

Celia thrust him away. "¡Callate! Shut up! Do you want to make me deaf? You’re just a little kid with cornmeal for brains!" Matt flopped sullenly into the big easy chair.

Celia immediately knelt down and put her arms around him. "Don’t cry, mi vida. I love you more than anything in the world. I’ll explain things to you when you’re older." But she wouldn’t. She had made the same promise before. Suddenly the fight went out of Matt. He was too small and weak to fight whatever drove Celia to abandon him each day.

Will you bring me a present? he said, wriggling away from her kiss.

Of course! Always! the woman cried.

So Matt allowed her to go, but he was angry at the same time. It was a funny kind of anger, for he felt like crying, too. The house was so lonely without Celia singing, banging pots, or talking about people he had never seen and never would see. Even when Celia was asleep—and she fell asleep easily after long hours cooking at the Big House—the rooms felt full of her warm presence.

When Matt was younger, it hadn’t seemed to matter. He’d played with his toys and watched the television. He’d looked out the window where fields of white poppies stretched all the way to the shadowy hills. The whiteness hurt his eyes, and so he turned from them with relief to the cool darkness inside.

But lately Matt had begun to look at things more carefully. The poppy fields weren’t completely deserted. Now and then he saw horses—he knew them from picture books—walking between the rows of white flowers. It was hard to tell who rode them in all that brightness, but it seemed the riders weren’t adults, but children like him.

And with that discovery grew a desire to see them more closely.

Matt had watched children on television. He saw that they were seldom alone. They did things together, like building forts or kicking balls or fighting. Even fighting was interesting when it meant you had other people around. Matt never saw anyone except Celia and, once a month, the doctor. The doctor was a sour man and didn’t like Matt at all.

Matt sighed. To do anything, he would have to go outdoors, which Celia said again and again was very dangerous. Besides, the doors and windows were locked.

Matt settled himself at a small wooden table to look at one of his books. Pedro el Conejo, said the cover. Matt could read—slightly—both English and Spanish. In fact, he and Celia mixed the two languages together, but it didn’t matter. They understood each other.

Pedro el Conejo was a bad little rabbit who crawled into Señor MacGregor’s garden to eat up his lettuces. Señor MacGregor wanted to put Pedro into a pie, but Pedro, after many adventures, got away. It was a satisfying story.

Matt got up and wandered into the kitchen. It contained a small refrigerator and a microwave. The microwave had a sign reading PELIGRO!!! DANGER!!! and squares of yellow notepaper saying NO! NO! NO! NO! To be extra sure, Celia had wrapped a belt around the microwave door and secured it with a padlock. She lived in terror that Matt would find a way to open it while she was at work and cook his little gizzards, as she put it.

Matt didn’t know what gizzards were and he didn’t want to find out. He edged around the dangerous machine to get to the fridge. That was definitely his territory. Celia filled it with treats every night. She cooked for the Big House, so there was always plenty of food. Matt helped himself to sushi, tamales, pakoras, blintzes—whatever the people in the Big House were eating. And there was always a large carton of milk and bottles of fruit juice.

He filled a bowl with food and went to Celia’s room.

On one side was her large, saggy bed covered with crocheted pillows and stuffed animals. At the head was a huge crucifix and a picture of Our Lord Jesus with His heart pierced by five swords. Matt found the picture frightening. The crucifix was even worse, because it glowed in the dark. Matt kept his back to it, but he still liked Celia’s room.

He sprawled over the pillows and pretended to feed the stuffed dog, the teddy bear, the rabbit (conejo, Matt corrected). For a while this was fun, but then a hollow feeling began to grow inside Matt. These weren’t real animals. He could talk to them all he liked. They couldn’t understand. In some way he couldn’t put into words, they weren’t even there.

Matt turned them all to the wall, to punish them for not being real, and went to his own room. It was much smaller, being half filled by his bed. The walls were covered with pictures Celia had torn out of magazines: movie stars, animals, babies—Matt wasn’t thrilled by the babies, but Celia found them irresistible—flowers, news stories. There was one of acrobats standing on one another in a huge pyramid. SIXTY-FOUR! the caption said. A NEW RECORD AT THE LUNAR COLONY.

Matt had seen these particular words so often, he knew them by heart. Another picture showed a man holding a bullfrog between two slices of bread. RIBBIT ON RYE! the caption said. Matt didn’t know what a ribbit was, but Celia laughed every time she looked at it.

He turned on the television and watched soap operas. People were always yelling at one another on soap operas. It didn’t make much sense, and when it did, it wasn’t interesting. It’s not real, Matt thought with sudden terror. It’s like the animals. He could talk and talk and talk, but the people couldn’t hear him.

Matt was swept with such an intense feeling of desolation, he thought he would die. He hugged himself to keep from screaming. He gasped with sobs. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

And then—and then—beyond the noise of the soap opera and his own sobs, Matt heard a voice calling. It was clear and strong—a child’s voice. And it was real.

Matt ran to the window. Celia always warned him to be careful when he looked out, but he was so excited that he didn’t care. At first he only saw the same, bleached blindness of the poppies. Then a shadow crossed the opening. Matt recoiled so quickly, he fell over and landed on the floor.

What’s this dump? someone said from outside.

One of the worker’s shacks, said another, higher voice.

I didn’t think anyone was allowed to live in the opium fields.

Maybe it’s a storeroom. Let’s try the door.

The door handle rattled. Matt squatted on the floor, his heart pounding. Someone put his face against the window, cupping his hands to see through the gloom. Matt froze. He had wanted company, but this was happening too quickly. He felt like Pedro el Conejo in Señor MacGregor’s garden.

Hey, there’s a kid in here!

What? Let me see. A second face pressed against the window. She had black hair and olive skin like Celia. Open the window, kid. What’s your name?

But Matt was so terrified, he couldn’t squeeze out a single word.

Maybe he’s an idiot, the girl said matter-of-factly. Hey, are you an idiot?

Matt shook his head. The girl laughed.

I know who lives here, the boy said suddenly. I recognize that picture on the table.

Matt remembered the portrait Celia had given him on his last birthday.

It’s the fat old cook—what’s her name? the boy said. Anyhow, she doesn’t stay with the rest of the servants. This must be her hangout. I didn’t know she had a kid.

Or a husband, the girl remarked.

Oh, yeah. That explains a lot. I wonder if Father knows. I’ll have to ask him.

You will not! the girl cried. You’ll get her into trouble.

Hey, this is my family’s ranch, and my father told me to keep an eye on things. You’re only visiting.

"It doesn’t matter. My dada says servants have a right to privacy, and he’s a United States senator, so his opinion is worth more."

Your dada changes his opinions more often than his socks, the boy said.

What the girl replied to this, Matt couldn’t hear. The children were moving away from the house, and he could make out only the indignant tone of her voice. He was shivering all over, as though he’d just met one of the monsters Celia told him haunted the world outside, the chupacabras maybe. The chupacabras sucked your blood and left you to dry like an old cantaloupe skin. Things were happening too fast.

But he had liked the girl.


The rest of that day Matt was swept by both fear and joy. He had been warned by Celia never, never to show himself at the window. If someone came, he was to hide himself. But the children had been such a wonderful surprise, he couldn’t help running to see them. They were older than he. How much older Matt couldn’t tell. They were definitely not adults, though, and they didn’t seem dangerous. Still, Celia would be furious if she found out. Matt decided not to tell her.

That night she brought him a coloring book the children had thrown away in the Big House. Only half of it had been used, so Matt spent a pleasant half hour before dinner using the stubby crayons Celia had brought on other occasions. The smell of fried cheese and onions drifted out of the kitchen, and Matt knew she was cooking Aztláno food. This was a special treat. Celia was usually so tired when she returned home, she only heated up leftovers.

He colored in an entire meadow with green. His crayon was almost gone, and he had to hold it carefully to use it at all. The green made him feel happy. If only he could look out on such a meadow instead of the blinding white poppies. He was certain grass would be as soft as a bed and smell like rain.

"Very nice, chico," said Celia, looking over his shoulder.

The last fragment of crayon fell apart in Matt’s fingers.

"¡Qué lástima! I’ll see if I can find more in the Big House. Those kids’re so rich, they wouldn’t notice if I took the whole darn box. Celia sighed. I’ll only take a few, though. The mouse is safest when she doesn’t leave footprints on the butter."

They had quesadillas and enchiladas for dinner. The food sat heavily in Matt’s stomach.

"Mamá, he said without thinking, tell me again about the kids in the Big House."

"Don’t call me ‘Mamá,’ " snapped Celia.

Sorry, said Matt. The word had slipped out. Celia had told him long ago that she wasn’t his real mother. The children on TV had mamás, though, and Matt had fallen into the habit of thinking of Celia that way.

I love you more than anything in the world, the woman said quickly. "Never forget that. But you were only loaned to me, mi vida."

Matt had trouble understanding the word loaned. It seemed to mean something you gave away for a little while—which meant that whoever loaned him would want him back.

Anyhow, the kids in the Big House are brats, you better believe it, Celia went on. They’re lazy as cats and just as ungrateful. They make big messes and order the maids to clean them up. And they never say thank you. Even if you work for hours making special cakes with sugar roses and violets and green leaves, they can’t say thank you to save their miserable little souls. They stuff their selfish mouths and tell you it tastes like mud!

Celia looked angry, as though the incident had happened recently.

There’s Steven and Benito, Matt reminded her.

Benito’s the oldest. He’s a real devil! He’s seventeen, and there isn’t a girl in the Farms who’s safe from him. But never mind that. It’s adult stuff and very boring. Anyhow, Benito is like his father, which means he’s a dog in human clothing. He’s going to college this year, and we’ll all be glad to see the last of him.

And Steven? Matt said patiently.

He’s not so bad. I sometimes think he might have a soul. He spends time with the Mendoza girls. They’re okay, although what they’re doing with our crowd would puzzle God Himself.

What does Steven look like? It sometimes took a long time to steer Celia to the things Matt wanted to know—in this case, the names of the children who’d appeared outside the window.

He’s thirteen. Big for his age. Sandy hair. Blue eyes.

That must have been the boy, thought Matt.

Right now the Mendozas are visiting. Emilia’s thirteen too, very pretty with black hair and brown eyes.

That must be the girl, Matt decided.

She at least has good manners. Her sister, María, is about your age and plays with Tom. Well, some might call it play. Most of the time she winds up crying her eyes out.

Why? said Matt, who enjoyed hearing about Tom’s misdeeds.

Tom is Benito times ten! He can melt anyone’s heart with those wide, innocent eyes. Everyone falls for it, but not me. He gave María a bottle of lemon soda today. ‘It’s the last one,’ he said. ‘It’s really cold and I saved it especially for you,’ he said. Do you know what was in it?

No, said Matt, wriggling with anticipation.

Pee! Can you believe it? He even put the cap back on. Oh, she was crying, poor little thing. She never learns.

Celia suddenly ran out of steam. She yawned broadly and fatigue settled over her right before Matt’s eyes. She had been working from dawn to well after dark, and she had cooked a fresh meal at home as well. "I’m sorry, chico. When the well’s empty, it’s empty."

Matt rinsed the plates and stacked the dishwasher while Celia took a shower. She came out in her voluminous pink bathrobe and nodded sleepily at the tidied table. You’re a good kid, she said.

She picked him up and hugged him all the way to his bed. No matter how tired Celia was—and sometimes she almost fell over with exhaustion—she never neglected this ritual. She tucked Matt in and lit the holy candle in front of the statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe. She had brought it with her all the way from her village in Aztlán. The Virgin’s robe was slightly chipped, which Celia disguised with a spray of artificial flowers. The Virgin’s feet rested on dusty plaster roses and Her star-spangled robe was stained with wax, but Her face gazed out over the candle with the same gentleness it had in Celia’s bedroom long ago.

"I’m in the next room, mi vida, whispered the woman, kissing the top of Matt’s head. You get scared, you call me."

Soon the house shook with Celia’s snores. To Matt, the sound was as normal as the thunder that sometimes echoed over the hills. It in no way kept him from sleep. Steven and Emilia, he whispered, testing the words in his mouth. He didn’t know what he would say to the strange children if they appeared again, but he was determined to try to talk to them. He practiced several sentences: My name is Matt. I live here. Do you want to color pictures?

No, he couldn’t mention the coloring book or the crayons. They were stolen.

Would you like some food? But the food might be stolen too. Do you want to play? Good. Steven and Emilia could suggest something, and Matt would be off the hook.

Do you want to play? Do you want to play? he murmured as his eyes closed and the gentle face of the Virgin of Guadalupe floated in the candlelight.

3

PROPERTY OF THE ALACRÁN ESTATE

Celia left in the morning, and Matt spent the entire day waiting for the children. He had given up hope when, just before sunset, he heard voices approaching through the poppy fields.

He planted himself in front of the window and waited.

There he is! See, María, I told you I wasn’t lying, cried Emilia. Her hand rested on the shoulder of a much smaller girl. He won’t talk to us, but you’re about his age. Maybe he won’t be afraid of you. Emilia pushed the girl ahead of her and fell back to wait with Steven.

María wasn’t at all shy about coming up to the window. Hey, boy! she yelled, rapping the glass with her fist. What’s your name? Do you want to play?

With one blow, she stole Matt’s carefully prepared speech. He stared at her, unable to think of another opening.

Well, is it yes or no? María turned toward the others. Make him unlock the door.

That’s up to him, said Steven.

Matt wanted to say he didn’t have the key, but he was unable to get the words out.

At least he isn’t hiding today, remarked Emilia.

If you can’t unlock the door, open the window, María said.

Matt tried, knowing it wouldn’t work. Celia had nailed the window shut. He threw up his hands.

He understands what we say, said Steven.

Hey, boy! If you don’t do something quick, we’re going away, María shouted.

Matt thought desperately. He needed something to interest them. He held up his finger, as Celia did when she wanted him to wait. He nodded his head to show that he agreed with María’s demand and was about to do something.

What does that mean? said Emilia.

Beats me. Maybe he’s a mute and can’t talk, Steven guessed.

Matt raced to his bedroom. He ripped the picture of the man with the bullfrog sandwich from the wall. It made Celia laugh. Maybe it would make these children laugh. He ran back and pressed the newspaper against the window. The three children came close to study it.

What’s it say? asked María.

‘Ribbit on Rye,’ read Steven. "Do you get it? It’s a bullfrog going ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, and it’s between two slices of rye bread. That’s pretty funny."

Emilia giggled, but María looked uncertain. People don’t eat bullfrogs, she said. "I mean, not when they’re alive."

It’s a joke, dum-dum.

I’m not a dum-dum! It’s mean and nasty to eat bullfrogs! I don’t think it’s funny at all.

Save me from eejits, said Steven, rolling his eyes.

I’m not an eejit, either!

Oh, lighten up, María, Emilia said.

"You brought me out here to see a boy, and it was miles and miles across the fields, and I’m tired and the boy won’t talk. I hate you!"

Matt stared at the scene with consternation. That wasn’t the result he wanted at all. María was crying, Emilia looked angry, and Steven had turned his back on both of them. Matt rapped on the window. When María looked up, he waved the picture and then wadded it into a ball. He threw it with all his force across the room.

See, he agrees with me, cried María through her tears.

This is getting weirder by the minute, said Steven. I knew we shouldn’t have brought the eejit.

I thought the boy would talk to a kid his own size, Emilia said. Come on, María. We have to get back before dark.

I’m not walking anywhere! The little girl flopped down on the ground.

Well, I won’t carry you, fatso.

Just leave her, said Steven. He started walking off, and after a moment Emilia followed him.

Matt was appalled. If the big kids went away, María would be all alone. It was going to be dark soon, and Celia wouldn’t return for hours. María would be alone with nothing but the empty poppy fields and the…

The chupacabras, who came out after dark and sucked your juices and left you to dry like an old cantaloupe skin!

Suddenly Matt knew what he had to do. María had walked a few steps away from the window before sitting down again. She was shouting insults at the vanished Steven and Emilia. Matt grabbed the big iron cooking pot Celia used to make menudo and swung it before he could worry much about her reaction. She would be furious! But he was saving María’s life. He smashed out the glass in the window. It fell in a tinkling, jangling mass to the ground. María jumped to her feet. Steven and Emilia rose up instantly from the poppy field, where they’d been hiding.

Holy frijoles! said Steven. All three stood openmouthed, staring at the empty hole where the window had been.

My name is Matt. I live here. Do you want to play? said Matt because he couldn’t think of another thing to say.

"He can talk," said Emilia after the first shock had died away.

Is that how you usually open a window, kid? Steven said. Stay back, María. There’s glass all over. He stepped carefully to the opening and knocked out the remaining shards with a stick. Then he leaned inside to look around. Matt had to hold on to himself to keep from bolting to the other room. This is creepy! The window’s nailed shut. What are you, some kind of prisoner?

I live here, Matt said.

You told us that already.

Do you want to play?

Maybe he’s like a parrot and only knows a few words, suggested Emilia.

"I want to play," said María. Matt looked at her with approval. The girl was struggling in Emilia’s arms, obviously trying to get to him. Steven shook his head and moved away. He looked like he was really going to leave this time.

Matt came to a decision. It was frightening, but he’d never had an opportunity like this before and he might never have it again. He shoved a chair to the opening, scrambled up, and jumped.

No! shouted Steven, running forward to catch him. He was too late.

A terrible pain lanced through Matt’s feet. He fell forward, and his hands and knees landed on the shards of glass.

He wasn’t wearing shoes! Oh, man! Oh, man! What’re we going to do! Steven pulled Matt up and swung him onto a clear patch of ground.

Matt stared with amazement at the blood dripping from his feet and hands. His knees sprouted rivulets of red.

Pull out the glass! cried Emilia in a high, scared voice. María, stay away!

I want to see! yelled the little girl. Matt heard a slap and María’s shriek of outrage. His head was swimming. He wanted to throw up, but before he could, everything went black.


He woke to the sensation of being carried. He was sick to his stomach, but worse than that his body was trembling in a frightening way. He screamed as loud as he could.

Great! panted Steven, who supported Matt’s shoulders. Emilia had his legs. Her shirt and pants were soaked with blood, his blood. Matt screamed again.

Be quiet! Steven shouted. We’re running as fast as we can!

The poppies, now blue in the long shadows of the hills, stretched away in all directions. Steven and Emilia were jogging along a dirt path. Matt’s breath caught with sobs. He could hardly get air.

Stop! cried Emilia. We have to let María catch up. The two children squatted down and let Matt’s weight rest on the ground. Presently, Matt heard the patter of smaller feet.

I want to rest too, demanded María. "It’s miles and miles. I’m going to tell Dada you slapped me."

Be my guest, said Emilia.

Everyone be quiet, Steven ordered. You’ve stopped bleeding, kid, so I guess you’re not in too much danger. What’s your name again?

Matt, María answered for him.

We aren’t far from the house, Matt, and you’re in luck. The doctor’s spending the night. Do you hurt a lot?

I don’t know, said Matt.

Yes, you do. You screamed, María said.

"I don’t know what a lot is, Matt explained. I haven’t hurt like this before."

Well, you’ve lost blood—but not too much, Steven added as Matt began to tremble again.

It sure looks like a lot, said María.

Shut up, eejit.

The older children rose, carrying Matt between them. María followed, complaining loudly about the distance and at being called an eejit.

A kind of heavy sleepiness fell over Matt as he was swayed along. The pain had died down, and Steven said he hadn’t lost too much blood. He was too dazed to worry about what Celia would say when she saw the broken window.

They reached the edge of the poppy fields as the last streaks of sunlight slid behind the hills. The dirt path gave way to a wide lawn. It was a shimmering green, growing deeper with the blue light of evening. Matt had never seen so much green in his life.

It’s a meadow, he thought, drowsily. And it smells like rain.

They started up a flight of wide, marble steps that shone softly in the darkening air. On either side were orange trees, and all at once lamps went on among the leaves. Lights outlined the white walls of a vast house above, with pillars and statues and doorways going who knew where. In the center of an arch was the carved outline of a scorpion.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! came a flurry of women’s voices as they swept down the stairs to lift Matt from Steven’s and Emilia’s arms.


Who is he? asked the maids. They were wearing black dresses with white aprons and starched, white caps. One of them, a severe-looking female with deep creases down either side of her mouth, carried Matt as the others went ahead to open doors.

I found him in a house in the poppy fields, replied Steven.

That’s Celia’s place, a maid said. She’s too stuck-up to live with the rest of us.

If she’s hiding a child, I’m not surprised. Who’s your father, kid? said the woman who was carrying Matt. Her apron smelled like sunlight, the way Celia’s did when it came straight from the clothesline. Matt stared at a pin fastened to the woman’s collar, a silver scorpion with its tail curved up. Beneath the scorpion was a name tag that said ROSA. Matt didn’t feel well enough to talk, and what did it matter who his father was, anyhow? He didn’t know the answer, either.

He doesn’t talk much, said Emilia.

Where’s the doctor? Steven said.

We’ll have to wait. He’s treating your grandfather. At least we can clean the kid up, said Rosa.

The maids opened a door to reveal the most beautiful room Matt had ever seen. It had carved wooden beams on the ceiling and wallpaper decorated with hundreds of birds. To Matt’s reeling eyes, they seemed to be moving. He saw a couch upholstered with flowers that shaded from lavender to rose like the feathers

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