didnât do away with the old piano? Oscar, do you play? Iâd love some Cole Porter!â
She began to hum âToo Darn Hotâ and do her Ann Miller impersonation, which was really pretty good. She floated around the kitchen table, high kicking and waving her Pucci like wings. Lucy followed, pirouetting and flapping her arms.
âWhee!â Lucy cried. âA party! Can we have cake?â
Daddy beamed with pride and wrapped his arm around me. âA party breaks out wherever your mother goes.â
âItâs a gift!â Mama broke off singing. âLucy, we had so many adventures while we were traveling. I canât wait to tell you all about the anaconda that slithered into our tepee one night!â
âMama,â I began, determined to avoid spending the next eight hours soothing the nightmares out of my niece.
âAnd the twins!â Mama gushed. âI bet theyâve grown! Are they still interested in ancient death practices? Because I brought them each a Sri Lankan exorcism stick, and Iâm dying to try them out. And this must be Maximus! Oh, what a strapping, darling boy you are!â
She snatched little Max from my arms and cooed, nose to nose with the startled baby. âWhat beautiful curls you have. I only wish Iâd met your father!â
Max responded by flinging out one chubby hand and exclaiming, âDa!â
Everyone followed the direction of Maxâs gesture, and our collective stare landed on Michael.
He stood frozen by the door, the wrench forgotten in his hand as he absorbed the return of my eccentric family. Heâd been invisible until that moment. His face was blank, but a certain sort of fear glimmered in the back of his eyes.
In a rush, I said, âUh, Mama and Daddy, this isâthis isâheâsââ
âIâm the plumber,â Michael said.
A few seconds of doubt ticked by before Daddy cleared his throat and said, âMuffin, why do you have a plumber here at this hour? Donât you know home improvements cost extra at night?â
Mama had placed her hand on her throat as if she needed help catching her breath. She gave Michaelâs tall frame a thorough examination and obviously couldnât decide whether she should be intimidated or impressed. With a frown, she said, âI know all the plumbers in this neighborhood. Heaven knows, theyâve all been here and caused more problems than they fix. But I donât know this one.â
Her gaze narrowed on him.
âIâm new,â Michael said when he found his voice.
âYou have beautiful eyes,â Mama said. âI might call them choirboy blue. Is that your assistant waiting outside?â
âAssistant?â I asked. âOutside?â
âYes, waiting in the car out there. A very large man.â
âDelmar,â Michael said. âYeah, my assistant.â
Delmar, I knew, was Michaelâs new bodyguard. A man the size of a dinosaur and possessing almost as much intelligence as a prehistoric beast. Why he was waiting outside for Michael, I didnât want to imagine.
Before my mother could continue her cross-examination, I quickly said, âThe plumber came to get hisâuhâwrench, see? And now heâs leaving.â
âRight,â Michael said. âIâm leaving.â
Lucy said, âBut heâs not aâow! Aunt Nora, youâre pinching me!â
âSorry, Luce. My mistake. The plumber is going home now, thatâs all. Say good night.â
Smarter than the average six-year-old, Lucy said, âOh, okay. Good night, Mr. Plumber. Come back soon!â
Michael disappeared.
And if I hadnât been so furious with him, I might have followed.
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Growing up with my parents had been a lot like living in Tornado Alley. They were constantly in motion, tearing up any obstacles that got in their way, and leaving chaos in their wake.
As a young child, Iâd loved the