rising into his neck and face, he read the letter from Jennyâs high school counselor. It said she was in danger of flunking two classesâbiology and calculusâif she didnât perform better on her finals and turn in several missing assignments.
He sighed, refolded it, climbed the stairs, and knocked on Jennyâs door.
âHoney?â
âYeah?â
He pushed the door open. She sat up in bed, connected to her laptop via earbuds and wire.
âWhat are you listening to?â he asked.
She pulled the buds out, removed the retainer from her mouth, half smiled. âIâm studying.â
âWhile listening to music?â
âYeah.â She was like a longer, younger version of his first wife, Kimâthin legs, big doelike eyes and reddish brown hair, dressed in gray sweatpants, a loose blue First Colonial High School T-shirt and socks. âItâs that CD of yours that I downloaded,â she said, offering him the earbuds.
He listened to the smooth modal changes of âSo Whatâ from the Miles DavisâBill Evans masterpiece album Kind of Blue . It was one of Crockerâs favorites, and to his mind the best Davis ever recorded.
âYou really like it?â he asked.
âItâs cool andâ¦likeâ¦helps me relax.â
He sat on a pink plastic stool across from her. âSweetheart, letâs talk about the letter that came from your counselor.â
âOh that.â¦â As if the weight of the world had suddenly fallen on her seventeen-year-old shoulders.
He cut to the chase. âIs this about a boy, drugs, alcohol, or something else not related to school?â
âNo, Dad,â she answered. âIs that what Holly told you?â
âNo.â
âIâm not partying or fooling around,â she said. âMaybe I go out on the weekends with my friends, but I come home every day after school and study.â
âThen whatâs the problem?â
She sighed, âDad, Iâm trying. Iâm just dealing with a lot of likeâ¦personal stuff.â
He wanted to believe that, and knew it had to be tough having a mother who couldnât deal with her and sent her to live with a father who wasnât around most of the time. He tried to be involved, the way he was doing now, asking her what was going on at school, patiently waiting for her to explain. According to her, things werenât as bad as they seemed. Teachers in both classes had failed to enter some of her assignments into the computer grading system. And there were some tests and quizzes that she was planning to retake.
In the end, she accused Holly of overreacting.
Crocker begged her to be understanding. Holly, he explained, was going through a difficult time of her own.
Jenny nodded. âI know, Dad. I think she still feels guilty about her friend who died.â
Both women were hypersensitive, especially with regard to each other.
He said, âI agree,â then kissed her, told her he loved her, and that he had to leave the next morning.
âYou think youâll be back for Christmas?â Jenny asked.
The holiday was four days away. âI donât know,â he answered. âThe odds arenât good.â
âBut youâll call?â
âEvery opportunity I get.â
âThanks, Dad. I love you. Be safe.â
He closed the door behind him, and padded down the hall to his bedroom, where Holly lay in bed with the reading lamp on beside her. He splashed water on his face, brushed his teeth, pulled off the sweater heâd worn all day, and sat down on the bed beside her.
âHolly,â he whispered. âSweetheartâ¦â
She turned and he saw sheâd been crying. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and tell her to snap out of it, but he knew that wouldnât work. So he wiped the tears from her eyes, told her heâd spoken to Jenny and she had assured him that her grades werenât as
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