yet. It will look better when itâs doneâ¦â
âWhat is it?â Father stood in the doorway, having chosen this moment to look in on the preparations. âWhatâs happened?â he asked, striding to my motherâs side.
âItâs all right,â my mother said quickly. âShe was just trying to make me a present.â
Fatherâs gaze moved from Motherâs face to the rose garland. âNo, it is not all right,â he fumed. âNot all right at all! Genevieve, how many times have we told you that you must think before you act?â
I stared down at my shoes.
âWhat on earth possessed you? You know how much your mother has been looking forward to receiving those roses! Why would you want to destroy them?â
I looked up in surprise. âI didnât destroy them! Theyâre right here, see? On the horseâs neck.â
His cheeks bulged the way they had when Mrs. Wall asked me how I liked her fruit cake and I said it tasted moldy. âThat was a thoughtless and foolhardy thing to do.â
I didnât yet have a full grasp of the fatal flaw that would soon so radically change my life. But I was already well acquainted with words like ârashâ and âthoughtlessâ and âfoolhardyââand, most familiar of all, âselfish.â I truly didnât mean to be selfish. For some reason I couldnât explain, I just didnât stop to think, when I tried to tunnel through the lawn to China, that I would need a new dress to replace my hopelessly soiled one, or to consider, when I stopped to spin tops in the vacant corner lot after school, the distress my absence would cause my governess. Each time, I promised myself to do better, but no matter how often I promised, I always seemed to end up here, staring at my shoes.
Mother laid her hand on Fatherâs arm. âGenna,â she said, âwhy donât you take Conrad out into the yard? Iâll have Eleanor call you when itâs time for your supper.â
âYes, Mama.â
âAnd please see that he doesnât get dirty. Eleanor has enough to do without giving him another bath.â
âAll right, Mama.â
She stooped in front of me, taking hold of the picture. âWhy donât I put this somewhere safe for now? Then later, we can dry the flowers and put them in our keepsake box.â
I handed it over without a word. I didnât want to remember it now. It looked clumsy and stupid in her hands.
I took Conrad by the wrist and dragged him out into the hall, through the pantry to the little stone terrace behind our house. He immediately ran off across the patch of lawn beyond it, toward the trickling fountain in the back wall that separated our property from Aunt Margaretâs. Yesterday, the lawn had been bustling with men raking up chestnut burrs and cutting the grass, but today, all was quiet save for the splash and gurgle of the fountain.
At least I didnât have to worry about Conrad disturbing Fatherâs project, I thought, starting after him. Two weeks before, Father had decided to make a string of electric lights to decorate the chestnut tree for the party. Since electric service hadnât yet reached our neighborhood, and we didnât have enough space in the cellar for a private dynamo, heâd set to work building an âearth battery,â which, heâd explained, would draw electricity right from the earth, costing nothing but the price of a few metal plates and magnets and the wire to connect them. Unfortunately, as he was constantly adjusting the depth and alignment of the plates in an effort to improve results, we children could never be quite sure where danger lay and had been scolded more than once for tripping over the wires. When, by the week of the party, heâd only captured enough current to light two small bulbs, he finally gave in and bought an Edison battery for the job, to our private but
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