from Melina Marchetta’s The Piper’s Son, Part II

from Melina Marchetta’s The Piper’s Son, Part II

And he was holding her to him and then they were underneath the blankets and she was trembling and he wanted it to stop and for her to go back to being Tara in charge and bossy, so he wouldn’t have to deal with this vulnerability. The skirt was still on, but it barely covered her and he pressed his knee between her legs.

“Come on, baby girl,” he had whispered.

She stiffened. “Don’t call me baby girl!”

“Okay, honey.” He imagined the look on her face but couldn’t see it in the dark. “No? Bunny? Sweet cheeks? Babe? Darlin’ chicky babe? Munchkin? Poppet?”

And she was doing that wheezing laugh again.

“Doll? Treasure?”



He kissed her again because he couldn’t stop.

“Okay,” he sighed. “I’ve just got to go somewhere. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Where?” she had asked, alarmed. And then he was crawling under the sheets and he was peeling her undies from her. He loved that they were lace and cotton and he loved the smell of her and he wanted to be all poetic, but in an instant he forgot Joe’s poem about Japan except the part about “you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,” and a new sound entered his life, like when he was a kid and he first heard the sound of horse hooves clip-clopping and he asked his mother in wonder, “What’s that sound, because I’ve never heard it before?” At that moment he was hearing the sound Tara Finke made because of what he was doing to her and it was a good sound, a great one, and he had no idea why he was thinking of horses and stuff, but he wanted to hear that type of music for the rest of his life.

                 from p. 210 of Melina Marchetta’s The Piper’s Son, Candlewick, 2011.


  • Carrie on Sep 23, 2011 Reply

    I can’t believe you even read that. I don’t think anyone reads my excerpts except me. They are my little trophy posts that I can love up in a Gollum-like fashion…

  • Lab Rat on Sep 22, 2011 Reply


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