Nora,â Daddy said. âBut no, I havenât asked her yet. If I wait too long, she may think itâs because I donât want her to be my wife because my daughters are opposed to the idea. It is very hard to please all of you. If not impossible. Now, if youâll excuse me, Iâm going out to get myself a glass of milk.â
I almost never fight with my father. We usually get along very well. Patsy and he sometimes fight, mainly because sheâs so fresh and thinks she should be allowed to do things that older kids can do, like go to the concert over in Stamford with Chuck Whipple, which she wasnât allowed to do.
Heâd asked her before he met me. That was the first time Iâd thought that. It made me smile.
I followed Daddy out to the kitchen. I wanted to be friends with him. We had always loved and respected each other. I didnât want that to change, and it seemed to me there was a good chance it would if he got married.
He was sitting at the table drinking a glass of chocolate milk. His dark eyes looked black in the overhead light.
When I sat down across from him, he looked at me, through me.
âThings are rough, Nora,â he said. âIâm doing my best, and thatâs not good enough. Our world, yours and Patsyâs and mine, fell apart when your mother died. But together I thought we could put it together again. It doesnât seem as if weâre doing a very good job of it, though.â
He shrugged and polished off his milk.
âYouâre a good child. Iâm proud of you and of Patsy. Your mother is, too. I know that. How could she not be?â
I went over and sat on his lap. It was very uncomfortable sitting there. I was too tall, my neck was too long, there was no place to tuck my head. I was not a little girl. My legs dangled, and my sharp knees stuck out like two pieces of old bone. I was too big to be sitting on my fatherâs lap. Still, I didnât know how to get off without embarrassing him and me, so I stayed there, not knowing what to say.
âItâll work out, Nora,â Daddy said after a long silence. âWeâll work it out together, the three of us.â
I had a crick in my neck from bending my head at an odd angle. I got up from Daddyâs lap at last and said, âIâd better go take a bath, Daddy.â
âYes,â he said, âI guess you had better. Good night, darling. Thank you.â
Thank me for what? I wondered as I climbed the stairs. What was he thanking me for? What had I done?
Twenty-one
When I went to the library the next day, I planned on checking the computer for ghost books when I thought I heard a familiar voice.
âHey, Nora. I didnât know you came here.â It was Chuck Whipple and his brother, the one Iâd met at the dinner theater.
âSure, I come here all the time,â I said.
âSo. Youâre a reader,â Chuckâs brother said. âYou look like a reader.â
âThanks,â I said idiotically. Was that good or bad? I didnât even have my glasses on. Probably he meant I looked intellectual. Iâve been told I look intellectual several times. I never know how to take it. Is it a compliment or a put-down?
âWhereâs your girlfriend?â I said to Chuckâs brother. Just for something to say. I should know by now that the things you say just for something to say are better left unsaid. Far better to keep your trap shut and give it the old Mona Lisa treatment, an enigmatic smile. That confuses them and gives you the upper hand. I read that somewhere and find it to be true.
Chuckâs brother looked startled, then he blushed and said, âShe left. Went home.â
âDo they let you take out movies for nothing or do you have to pay?â Chuck asked me.
âOh, they donât cost anything, but you have to take good care of them and make sure theyâre rewound right,â I said. âYou can
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