tales,â I said.
âNeither do I,â said my mother. âDo this woman and her daughter plan to leave after Labor Day?â
âThe light over the lectern has burned out,â I said. âWeâll need a replacement.â
âNot that I give a hoot about either one of them,â said my mother. âEven poor old Miss Wheatley was probably happier all her life than theyâve been for one month of theirs.â
âMiss Wheatley was stuck in Seaville and she knew it,â I said.
âMiss Wheatley taught you history. Period,â said my mother. âYou knew nothing about her personal life.â
âShe didnât have one,â I said. âEverybody in Seaville knew she didnât have one, thanks to her mother.â
âThen why would she request âTell Mother Iâll Be There,â â said my mother.
âIrony,â I said. âI think she was being ironical.â
âMiss Wheatley?â my mother said.
âMiss Wheatley,â I said.
âPffft!â my mother said. âMiss Wheatley ironical.â
âHer whole message was to overcome, to strive,â I said.âBehind R ISE A BOVE I T there were all sorts of other slogans. âHe who limps is still walking.â âMany strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.â On and on.â
My mother said, âI think youâre reading your own ideas into hers.â
âIâm going into the kitchen to look for a bulb for the lectern,â I said.
âSomeday ask your new, famous friend how much security she has,â said my mother.
âSecurity isnât everything,â I said. âConvicts are secure, so are dogs tied to trees.â
âI just hope you donât talk that way around your father,â said my mother. âWhere will we all be if he has a severe attack before youâre ready to take over for him?â
âHe knows how I feel already,â I said.
âAnd heâs been very patient with you, Wally,â she said, âbecause he went through a period when he felt some reluctance, too, right after Albert skipped out.â
âSome reluctance?â I said. âI donât feel some reluctance. I feel a lot of reluctance! I feel one-hundred-percent reluctant!â
âTell me about it then. Donât tell him about it!â
âIâm telling you right now,â I said.
âWhy do you want to get on this subject this morning?â my mother said. âDonât you realize I played bridge with Ruthie Wheatley? We sang in the choir together. She was like a sister to me.â
âMother, you hardly knew her.â
âDonât be heartless, Wally,â said my mother. âI have very strong feelings about nearly all of our guests. The tears were streaming down my cheeks when I worked onRuthie. Your father can verify that.â
âI give up,â I said, which was exactly what my mother wanted me to do.
A.E. was giving Gorilla a lecture in the kitchen. âYouâre going to wind up in the A.S.P.C.A., Gorilla,â she was telling the cat as she brushed her. âYou wonât sleep on satin over there.â
âWhere are the light bulbs for the lectern?â I asked her.
âTheyâre in the utility cabinet where they always are,â A.E. said. âThereâs a letter for you on the bread box. It was hand-delivered a few minutes ago by Hector Hren.â
I picked up the envelope with my name on it, in Harrietâs handwriting. Harriet made circles over her oâs with little faces inside them.
âLove leaves me weak, I cannot speak,â said A.E. âEmily Dickinson wrote that. And if my words do leak, from pent-up heart, I start, I sneak, to say your name.â
âTake mother a light bulb for the lectern, will you?â I said. âPlease?â
âWhat do you think of that poem?â
âItâs fine,â I said, ripping open the
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