A Tortoise Named Gravel Moves In
When Eli and his dad moved into Noah's house, Eli brought two boxes of clothes and one tortoise. The tortoise was named Gravel.
Eli hardly spoke. At dinner he looked at his plate. In the hall he looked at his shoes. Noah tried jokes, but they did not work. He tried showing Eli his video games, but Eli just shrugged.
One afternoon, Noah found Eli sitting on the hallway floor. Gravel was walking from one end to the other. He took one slow step, then another.
"What is he doing?" asked Noah.
"He is going to his warm spot," Eli said quietly. "He does that every day."
Noah sat down too. They watched Gravel stretch out his wrinkly neck. It took a very long time. Noah did not mind. It was the first time Eli had said a whole sentence to him.
"Does he like lettuce?" Noah asked.
"He likes dandelions best," said Eli, and he almost smiled.
The next day, Noah picked a handful from the yard. He and Eli waited together in the hall. When Gravel reached his warm spot, Noah put a desk lamp there so it would be warmer. Eli looked up at him, and this time he did not look at his shoes.