Iâm going to go sit in the living room and think awhile, see what happens.â
After a brief conference, Baba and Patsy joined me. We gave Baba Daddyâs big chair on account of her broken wrist and also because she was the oldest. The three of us sat there in the dark.
âIf I brought somebody like Casey Fullum home to meet Daddy,â Patsy said, out of the blue, âwell, I can see how Daddy might freak out.â Casey Fullum had greasy black hair slanted over his forehead and completely covering one eye, and a horrendous complexion. He wore black denim from head to toe and scruffy pointy-toed boots and smoked pot for breakfast. He was fifteen and still in the eighth grade.
Patsy and I got to giggling, thinking of various people weâd bring home to Daddy that would blow his mind.
âPlease, girls,â Baba said. âQuiet. Concentrate. We are thinking of your mother.â Babaâs voice came slow and dreamy in the dark. âWe are sending her loving thoughts, telling her we miss her and hope she is at peace. Concentrate on that.â
âThis is sort of like a seance,â Patsy said.
âPatsy, I beg you, quiet,â Baba said.
We all fell silent, thinking our own thoughts. Instead of thinking of Mother, Iâm ashamed to say, I thought of bringing Chuck Whipple home to meet Daddy. He would be very polite and respectful. He would shake Daddyâs hand and maybe even call him âsir.â Although maybe they donât call people âsirâ in Iowa. They sure donât in Connecticut. Chuck would most likely blush, but otherwise heâd be cool. And Daddy would like him as much as I did.
Presently, we heard the garage door opening. It was Daddy. We stayed where we were.
âAnybody home?â Daddy called.
âWeâre in here, Sam,â Baba said.
âWell.â Daddy stood in the doorway and looked in at us sitting there in the dark.
âI thought I paid the electric bill, but I can see I was mistaken,â he said. âWhat gives?â
âWe just like sitting in the dark,â I said.
âSam, sit down, relax for a minute,â Baba said. âYou must be tired after your long day.â
âI am, somewhat,â Daddy said.
Baba reached over and turned on the light. Patsy and I blinked.
âSam,â Baba said, âNora has something to tell you. I wish youâd listen and keep an open mind.â
âMrs. Ames called and said she has to go to San Francisco tomorrow and then to Hong Kong, so your trip will have to be postponed,â I said, trying not to smile.
Daddy scowled and said, âIs she calling back?â
âNo,â I said. âI donât think so.â
The telephone rang.
âIâll get it in the kitchen,â Daddy said. âMaybe thatâs Wynne.â
âItâs either Roberta or The Tooth,â I said. And either way, I thought, itâs bound to be bad news.
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Instead, it turned out to be Dee Dulin. She was bringing Motherâs portrait back on Friday, if that suited us. Her show was over and the gallery wanted everything out by the weekend.
âI asked her to stay for dinner,â Daddy said. âMaybe you could call Glorious Grub and order one of their casseroles, Baba. That chicken thing is pretty good, as I recall. Now Nora, was there something else you wanted to tell me?â
I decided not to tell Daddy about seeing Motherâs ghost. And hoped Patsy or Baba wouldnât tell him. For now, anyway. He wasnât in the right frame of mind.
Maybe he never would be.
âMrs. Ames called and said she had to go to San Francisco,â I said.
He nodded. âYou told me. And then sheâs going on to Hong Kong. So our trip will have to be postponed. Does that make you happy?â
I was so surprised at his question, I blurted, âDid you ask her to marry you yet?â
âThatâs hardly an answer to my question,
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