I wanted to grab his arm and hold on to it so he wouldnât disappear into the future the way Papa had disappeared into the past.
âIt wonât be until next summer, Tory,â Ma said. âNot until you finish the tenth grade.â
I knew then the whole thing had been decided. I couldnât lie to myself, tell myself that Ma didnât care about me, but I wished I didnât know that she did. The truth wasâthere was nothing I could do to change anything.
âMaybe Iâll get used to it,â I said. But I knew I wouldnât. My mother, my father, me. We were set forever in a picture in my mind. There was a new picture now. I wasnât in it. I could feel my mother looking at me. Once, I looked back at her. I knew she was worried; I could see the frown lines in her face. The boy with the harmonica had disappeared. The star had moved. It seemed hours ago that I had imagined it attached to Maâs forehead.
âLetâs go back to the inn,â I said. âI want to finish Wuthering Heights .â
She nodded, and we began to walk slowly back. Neither of us spoke. Now and then I had trouble breathing. It was as if there was a lump of feeling lodged in my throat. The sense of something unfinished between us was hard for me to bear. I wanted to speak, but I didnât know what I wanted to say. Just before we went to bed, I startled myself with an explosion of words.
âMa. Itâs not been a year since Papa died,â I said. I was looking out the window at the dark sea, my back to her.
âI know that,â she said.
âWell ⦠it seems so soon for you to getââ but I couldnât say the word âmarried.â It was her fault I felt so embarrassed and angry!
âLook at me,â she demanded.
I turned reluctantly. She was sitting on her bed, staring at me.
âI canât answer you. I canât help what you feel,â she said. âMy life could have turned out differently. I might never have married again. Or not for a few years. I donât know ⦠But what happened is that I met Lawrence. I know him and I like him. Itâs not the way I felt about Papa. It canât be that way again. Maybe it is too soon. Maybe itâs the wrong thing to do. Weâll have to see. Itâs not really you whoâs taking the chance. Lawrence and I are. Now, come to bed, dear Tory. We have an early bus to catch.â
There was nothing more I could say. I stayed awake a long time.
We left Edgewater the next morning and went to Uncle Philipâs apartment in Boston, where we were to spend two days, one of which was my birthday.
Uncle Philip had made me a devilâs-food cake. It had a ribbon tied to it and a water pistol tied to the ribbon so I could defend it. Elizabeth came, too. I suppose Ma and Uncle Philip had arranged that even before we went to Edgewater. Though I was glad to see her, I felt as if everything was being done behind my back.
My mother gave me a gold chain that had belonged to her mother. Uncle Philip gave me three short novels by Joseph Conrad, Jed gave me a scarf, and Elizabeth gave me a Mexican mirror. The frame was a tin sunburst, and it was just big enough to see your face in.
I looked into it. There I was, Victoria Finch, fourteen years old. For a moment, my fatherâs old tweed hat, the ghost of it, floated just over my head; then it sailed away and I was alone in the mirror. I looked strange to myself, like someone I didnât really know.
Lawrence Grady arrived later, and he brought me a canvas bag I could use for traveling. I wondered what he had in mind. I watched him closely, as though by doing so I could find out what I really felt about him. I knew my mother was watching me watch him.
Perhaps I could have liked him if he and my motherâSuddenly he took my arm and led me off to a corner of Uncle Philipâs living room.
âDo you mind a lot?â he asked me.
I thought, They
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