everything brand-spanking new and expensive-looking; no assembly-required tables. Ah, but they had plenty of time to redecorate. Theyâd be here the rest of their lives. When they retired they would sit out back in the proverbial rocking chairs and watch the sun set in the evenings. Mitchell and Shayla would send their children to Grandma and Grandpaâs for the summers....
The first prick in Camilleâs bubble came when, Tuesday evening at dinner, she asked her female neighbors about day care options for the children of New York commuters.
âI donât think anyone stays open past six,â Linda Tillman said. She turned to Marianne Willis. âDo you know of any place, Marianne?â
âActually, I donât.â She shrugged apologetically. âOur oldest was fourteen when we moved here, so Jeff and I managed without day care. And now that I have a real estate license in Pennsylvania, I work pretty close by.â
âI work from home doing medical insurance coding,â Linda said, âso we had no need for day care, either. But Iâm sure there has to be someplace.â
âOh, Iâm sure there is,â Camille replied confidently.
But her subsequent research proved there wasnât, and she began to panic. She hadnât expected to encounter problems in finding day care; she just assumed that since people from New York were pouring into the area that extended day care would be readily available. Was everyone who lived here like Linda and Marianne, with older offspring or work-at-home positions that didnât require them to need child care?
Once she and Reuben returned to work in another week they would be away from home most of the day. They would have to catch the 5:40 AM bus into the city, and take the 5:30 PM bus back, which would put them in Tobyhanna at around 7:30 in the evening. That made for a frighteningly long time for the children to be alone. Not only would they have to get themselves up and off to school each morning, but they would have to get their own dinner upon returning from school. They could hardly have dinner at 8:00 or 8:30 at night. They couldnât avoid the commute, but the schedule bordered on neglect for children as young as theirs.
She talked to Reuben about it. âWeâll have to get someone to watch them,â he said.
âThatâll be expensive, Reuben. Iâm not sure we can afford it, especially after what weâve already spent.â The cost of window fashions alone ran over two hundred dollars, and the dining room another twelve hundred. And Reuben, anxious to start barbecuing in the warm spring and summer weather, had bought a shiny new gas grill from Loweâs; another two hundred gone.
âWhat choice do we have?â
This seemed like a good time for her to tell Reuben what was on her mind, even though the want ads in Sundayâs paper revealed dismal pickings. âI thought Iâd try to find a job around here.â
âAnd make, what, eight bucks an hour? You saw the paper the other day. You canât bring home those kinds of wages in the twenty-first century. It wonât be enough for us to make it, Camille.â
âBut if I can find something that pays reasonably well, when you factor in the cost of bus passes and babysitters, wouldnât you want me to change jobs?â
âYes, but thatâs a pretty strong if . In the meantime weâve got to protect Mitchell and Shayla. Maybe get some local kid to sit with them until at least six. By that time theyâll have to go home and have dinner themselves, but at least weâll be home within another ninety minutes. Mitchell is almost eleven. I know thatâs young to be responsible for your little sister and yourself when itâs getting dark outside, but I think he can manage for an hour and a half. Weâll coach them.â
Camille wasnât convinced. âItâs such a big house, Reuben. And
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