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Madeleine L’Engle - An Acceptable Time

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An Acceptable Time is a 1989 young adult science fiction novel by Madeleine LEngle, the last of her books to feature Polyhymnia OKeefe, better known as Poly (The Arm of the Starfish, Dragons in the Waters) or Polly (A House Like a Lotus, An Acceptable Time).[1] Marketed as part of the authors Time Quintet (the other four volumes of which are called the Time Quartet), An Acceptable Time connects Pollys adventures with those of her parents, Meg Murry and Calvin OKeefe, which take place a generation earlier. The books title is taken from Psalm 69:13, But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord, at an acceptable time.

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She walked through an orchard, fallen apples red and cidery on the ground, crossed a stone wall, and wandered on into a small wood. The path was carpeted with leaves, red, orange, gold, giving off a rich, earthy smell. Polly scuffed along, pushing the toes of her running shoes through the lavish brightness. It was her first New England autumn and she was exhilarated by the colors drifting from the trees, dappling her hair with reflected amber and bronze. The sun shone with a golden haze through a muted blue sky. Leaves whispered to the ground. The air was crisp, but not cold. She hummed with contentment.

The trees were young, most no more than half a century old, with trunks still slender, completely unlike the great Spanish-moss-hung water and live oaks she had left less than a week before. Apples from a wild seedling had dropped onto the path. She picked one up, russet and a bit misshapen. But the fruit was crisp and juicy and she wandered on, eating, and spitting out the seeds.

Now the path led her toward a forest of much older trees, towering maples, spruce, and pine. Reaching above them all was an ancient oak, with large, serrated leaves of a deep bronze color, many still clinging tenaciously to the branches. It was very different from the Southern oaks she was used to, and she had not recognized it as one until she learned her mother and uncles had always called it the Grandfather Oak.

When we first moved here, her grandmother had explained, most of the oaks were gone, killed by some disease. But this one survived, and now our land is full of young oaklings, all evidently disease-resistant, thanks to the Grandfather Oak.

Now she looked at the oak and was startled to see a young man standing in its shadows. He was looking at her with lucid blue eyes which seemed to hold the light of the day. He wore some kind of white garment, and one hand was on the head of a tan dog with large, pricked-up ears, outlined in black. The young man raised his hand in greeting, then turned and walked quickly into the forest. When she reached the great tree, he had disappeared from sight. She had thought he might speak to her, and she was curious.

The wind had risen and played through the pines, sounding almost like the rolling of the breakers on the beach at Benne Seed Island, off the coast of South Carolina, where her parents still were, and which she had left so short a time ago. She turned up the collar of the red anorak she had taken from the generous supply that hung on pegs outside her grandparents kitchen door. It was her favorite because it fitted her well and was warm and comfortable, and she liked it because the pockets were full of all kinds of things: a small but very bright flashlight; a pair of scissors; a notepad in a leather binder, with a purple felt pen; an assortment of paper clips, safety pins, rubber bands; a pair of dark glasses; a dog biscuit (for what dog?).

She sat on a great flat glacial rock, known as the star-watching rock, and looked up at white clouds scudding across the sky. She sat up straighter as she heard music, a high, rather shrill piping of a folk melody. What was it? Who was making music out here in the middle of nowhere? She got up and walked, following the sound, past the Grandfather Oak, in the same direction as the young man with the dog.

She went past the oak and there, sitting on a stone wall, was another young man, this one with lustrous black hair, and skin too white, playing a penny whistle.

Zachary! She was totally startled. Zachary Gray! What are you doing here?

He took the whistle from his mouth and shoved it into a pocket in his leather jacket. Rose from the wall and came toward her, arms outstretched. Well met by sunlight, Miss Polly OKeefe. Zachary Gray at your service.

She pulled away from his embrace. But I thought you were at UCLA!

Hey. He put his arm around her waist and hugged her. Arent you glad to see me?

Of course Im glad to see you. But how did you get here? Not just New England, but here, at my grandparents

He led her back to the wall. The stones still held warmth from the autumn sun. I called your folks in South Carolina, and they informed me you were staying with your grandparents, so I drove over to say hello, and theyyour grandparentstold me youd gone for a walk, and if I came out here Id probably find you. His voice was relaxed; he seemed perfectly at home.

You drove here from UCLA?

He laughed. Im taking an internship semester at a law firm in Hartford, specializing in insurance claims. His arm about her waist tightened. He bent toward her, touching his lips to hers.

She drew away. Zach. No.

I thought we were friends.

We are. Friends.

I thought you found me attractive.

I do. Butnot yet. Not now. You know that.

Okay, Pol. But I cant afford to wait too long. Suddenly his eyes looked bleak. His lips tightened. Then, deliberately, he gave her one of his most charming smiles. At least youre glad to see me.

Very glad. Yes. Delighted, in fact, but totally surprised. She was flattered that hed gone to the trouble to seek her out. She had met him in Athens the previous summer, where she had spent a few days before going to Cyprus to be a gofer at a conference on literature and literacy. It had been an incredibly rich experience, full of joy and pain, and in Athens Zachary had been charming to her, showing her a city he already knew well, and driving her around the surrounding countryside. But when he had said good-bye to her in the airport after the conference had ended, she had never expected to hear from him again.

I cant believe it! She smiled at him.

Cant believe what, Red?

Dont call me Red, she replied automatically. That youre here.

Look at me. Touch me. Its me, Zach. And what are you doing here?

Going for a walk.

I mean, staying with your grandparents.

Im studying with them. For a few months, at any rate. Theyre terrific.

I gather theyre famous scientists or something.

Well, Grands a Nobel Prize laureate. Shes into little thingssub-subatomic particles. And Granddads an astrophysicist and knows more about the space/time continuum than almost anybody except Einstein or Hawking.

You always were a brain, he said. You understand all that stuff?

She laughed. Only a very little. She was absurdly glad to see him. Her grandparents were, as she had said, terrific, but she hadnt seen anyone her own age and hadnt expected to.

So why are you doing this instead of going to school at home? he asked.

I need lots more science than I could get at Cowpertown High, and getting to and from the mainland from Benne Seed was a real hassle.

Thats not the only reason.

Isnt it enough? It would have to be enough for Zachary, at least for now. She looked away from him, across the star-watching rock, to an autumn sky just turning toward dusk. The long rays of the sun touched the clouds with rose and gold, and the vivid colors of the leaves deepened. A dark shadow of purple moved across the low hills.

Zachary followed her gaze. I love these mountains. So different from California mountains.

Polly nodded. These are old mountains, ancient, worn down by rain and wind and time itself. Perspective-making.

Do you need perspective?

Dont we all? A leaf drifted down and settled on Pollys hair.

Zachary reached out long, pale fingers and took it off. Its the same color as your hair. Beautiful.

Polly sighed. Im just beginning to be reconciled to my hair. Given a choice, I wouldnt have chosen orange.

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