Christina.â
But Chris knew he was counting the minutes until he could drop her, and Jenny, too, at Grandmaâs house. Her mother had said they were lucky Uncle Ralph had even consented to take them with him on his way north. He was an associate professor at City College, and every summer he went off somewhere by himself. This year a friend had asked him to house-sit at a northern Wisconsin lake. Chrisâs mother said the human race was just too much for her brother Ralph. He liked his own company best.
âChrissy bites her fingernails,â Jenny said. âI wish she wouldnât. It makes me sick.â
âAnd I wish I was an only child,â Chris snapped.
Uncle Ralph switched on a classical music stationand turned up the volume. He looked straight ahead, as if he were pretending he was alone in the car.
When they turned down the gravel lane that led to Grandmaâs house, Chris looked around eagerly. There was the big gray house. The old sheepdog, Maggie, lay under the oak tree. There was the barn, its door open and inviting. There was the porch swing, and the red wagon planted full of white petunias. Everything looked exactly as it had a year ago when theyâd come with their parents, and the year before that. Grandma never went racing off to Alaska to a stupid conference. Grandma
loved
the human race. Suddenly, Chris couldnât wait to give her a hug.
âThatâs not Grandma,â Jenny said. She pointed at the front door. The screen was partway open, and someone stood in the shadows. As the car turned into the yard, Aunt Grace, their motherâs older sister, came out and waited at the top step.
âOh, give me strength,â Uncle Ralph muttered. âShe has that look on her face.â
âWhat look?â Jenny asked.
âHer the-world-would-be-a-mess-if-I-didnât-take-charge look,â Uncle Ralph said. âThat woman was born to give orders.â
They climbed out of the car, and Chris took a big breath of country air. Aunt Grace marched down thesteps, and Maggie the dog waddled toward them.
âI thought youâd never get here,â Aunt Grace said, not bothering with hellos. âWhatever took you so long?â
Uncle Ralph scowled. âChristina had to make a few roadside stops,â he said. âWhereâs Ma?â
âSheâs in the hospital, thatâs where.â For just a second Aunt Graceâs thin face sagged. Then she sniffed hard and went on. âGot taken with a gallbladder attack at five-thirty this morning. The Blackwells took her to the clinic in Rochester. Mrs. Blackwell just calledâMaâs had her surgery, and sheâs doing fine.â
Uncle Ralph sat down on a porch step with a thump. âPoor Ma,â he said. âWhy didnât you go with her?â
âNo need,â Aunt Grace retorted. âAnd she said to tell you not to go dashing over there till she feels better.â She rolled her eyes at Chris and Jenny. âWeâve got our problems right here.â
Uncle Ralph narrowed his eyes. He looked at the girls as if heâd never seen them before. âWhat do you mean
we?â
he demanded. âYouâre here. You can look after them till Ma gets back.â
Aunt Grace gave an angry squeak. âIâm not
staying
here, Ralph Cummings,â she said. âI just drove out from town to tell you the news and close things up. The Blackwells will stop by every day to take care of Maggie. I have a house of my own to look after in Titusville. And three cats. No one can expect me totake over a family of children just because their parents want to go gallivanting off to Alaska.â
Chris felt her face burn, but she was too scared to say anything. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jenny shrink back.
âThen you can take the kids to town with you,â Uncle Ralph said, getting up from the step. âIâm on my way.â
Aunt Grace moved between him
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