over the phone wire.
âProbably,â admitted Lucy. âBut you shouldâve seen the way they looked at me. I thought Stubby Phippsâs mother was going to lose her bridge. She just kept standing there with her mouth hanging open, looking at Culpepper and looking at me and trying to make one plus one equal something illicit.â
âWell, I wouldnât worry about her. If Stubby manages to graduate from high school, heâll be the first in that family.â
âBut sheâs influential. People listen to what she says, and she always has a lot to say. I bet the phone wires are just buzzing, and meanwhile my reputation is going down the tubes.â
âWhat if Bill finds out?â
âSue! Thereâs nothing for Bill to find out! Iâm not attracted to Barney at all.â
âA lot of women are.â
âI have trouble believing that.â
âWhy? These things happen, you know.â
âCulpepperâs belly hangs over his pants.â
âJust because you donât find him attractive doesnât mean that other women donât.â
âWell, I do know Barney. Heâs a family man, he likes kids, heâs kind of an overgrown kid himself. And even if he wasnât devoted to Marge, where would he carry on an affair?â
âThereâs lots of camps out in the woods. A roaring fire, a Hudson Bay blanket, a man with a gun . . . it could be kind of exciting.â
âWhatever turns you on,â said Lucy, neatly turning the tables on her friend. âSeriously, itâs an awful feeling when you know people are talking about you. I feel so exposed. I can understand how Marcia Miller must have felt. No wonder she left.â
âThat, or a guilty conscience?â
âWho knows?â said Lucy, growing impatient. âLook, Iâve got to go.â
She hung up the phone and turned to see her mother entering the kitchen. She was glad to see she was still in her robe and slippers. So far during her visit she had appeared fully dressed each morning. When Lucy went in to tidy Tobyâs room she found both twin beds neatly made and her motherâs suitcase zipped shut and placed at the foot of the bed.
âDid you have a good night?â asked Lucy.
âI did,â answered her mother, pouring a cup of coffee. âIâve slept better here than I have in a long time. I think itâs sleeping in the same room with Toby. I hear his breathing, and itâs so peaceful that I fall right to sleep. I havenât done that in a long time.â
âYou must miss Dad a lot.â
âEspecially at night. I donât like being alone. If I hear a little noise, I get frightened. Iâm nervous all the time.â
Lucy nodded. âI know what you mean.â
âI wonder if you do. I donât think anybody knows what itâs like until it happens to them. Losing a father isnât like losing a husband.â
âMaybe,â said Lucy, not quite willing to admit that losing her father was insignificant compared with her motherâs loss. âWhat would you like for breakfast?â
âJust an English muffin.â
âHow about an egg or two? Or some hot cereal?â asked Lucy, eyeing her motherâs flat cheeks and stick wrists.
âNo, just a muffin. Thatâs what I always have.â
âMarmalade?â Lucy asked hopefully.
âThat would be nice.â The older woman took a sip of coffee. âLucy, last night I was thinking that I really ought to send some Christmas cards. I wasnât going to, but now Iâve changed my mind.â
Lucy almost dropped the knife she was poking into the marmalade jar. âI think you should. Iâm sure you can find some conservative ones.â
âI thought Iâd look in that gift shop in town and see what they have.â
Lucyâs heart sank. She wanted to encourage her mother to keep in touch with her friends, but
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