![]() ![]() For the first time in his life, he has said that he doesn't know. Paul has just been asked by a girl at school what happened to his eyes. " But if that's the truth, if that really happened, why can't I remember?" Paul Fisher, 38 ![]() As Paul will later conclude, it is a place that doesn't have roots. In this moment we also see that Lake Windsor is a new place: unlike the town of Tangerine, Lake Windsor hasn't been around for long. This view of the unfinished parts of the Lake Windsor housing development is a glimpse of the imperfections of a place that is intended to look perfect. I have always lived with overflowing construction Dumpsters and portable toilets sitting on boards." Paul Fisher, 33 It occurred to me that I've never lived in a development that was finished. "I walked past dark green Dumpsters filled with plasterboard and scrap metal, past blue portable toilets parked along the construction lots. The school principal tells them it happens all the time. The rain comes down so fast and suddenly that the entire school gets flooded and the fields become filled with water. When Paul and his mom go to visit the Lake Windsor Middle School they experience of a flash-flood. What else has dad overlooked about Tangerine?" Paul Fisher, 27 "Mom would never say it, but I bet we were thinking the same thing. It also shows one of the unique physical realities of life in Tangerine. This strike foreshadows more lightning to come–specifically the lightning that will kill the neighbor, Mike Costello. It's Paul's first night in Tangerine and he's woken by a bolt. This is the first of many lightning strikes to happen in the novel. Then my glasses suddenly appeared on the nightstand, illuminated by a flash of lightning." Paul Fisher, 11 I groped around for my regular glasses-unable to find them in this new bedroom, upstairs in this new house. "I woke up in the dark to the sound of an explosion. This marks is first introduction to the agricultural production and field workers, whom he will soon come to love. He sees the beauty of the trees and this beauty is captured in his language. When Paul first lays eyes on the tangerine groves of Tangerine County, he is in awe. Thousands upon thousands of trees in the red glow of sundown, perfectly shaped and perfectly aligned, vertically and horizontally, like squares in a million-square grid." Paul Fisher, 7 ![]()
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