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âWait. Wait a minute, both of you.â Katherine shook her head. Where did they get such ideas? She leaned forward and held them, feeling guilty for the hurt in their eyes. They needed to believe the world was an orderly place where everything had a reason, but she had no reasons to give them. âListen to me. You had nothing to do with Daddyâs leaving. Itâs complicated, but youâre not to blame. He loves you.â
Jennifer shook her head disconsolately. âWhat else could it be?â
Todd frowned. âMaybe heâs hiding, to test us. And we haveto find him. Like the prince in that story who had to climb a hundred mountains and pick a special flower and kill a witch and slay a dragon before he could be king. Or something.â
âThatâs dumb,â Jennifer said, but softly, because Todd was trying to make her feel better. She said to Katherine, âIf it wasnât us, was it because of what Mr. Doerner said that day?â
âNo!â Todd shouted.
âIt might be,â Katherine said carefully. âNobody knows the whole story, though. We canât make any judgments yet.â
âBut if he was mad at us,â said Jennifer, âand found a family he liked better, and they didnât do anything to get him madââ
âThatâs enough!â Katherineâs control began to slip. âHe wasnât mad at you; he didnât find another family. Heâll tell you that himself, when he gets back.â She hurried them through breakfast, and out of the house, to catch the bus for camp. And before she could begin to brood about whether she had handled them properly or not, she called the realtor and made an appointment for that afternoon.
He greeted her at her front door with the energy of an inquisitive terrier. âMrs. Fraser, good afternoon, kind of you to think of us. Letâs see what we have here, shall we?â
Clipboard in hand, he moved through the house, talking to himself as he took swift inventory and made notes. âGood views, good light; oh, very pleasant kitchen. This door goes toâ? Ah, garage, yes, a bit messy, but the youngsters can take care of that and alsoâum, basement, dear, dear, we need a good bit of straightening here, too, otherwise canât see theâah, water heater. The whole houseâyouâll forgive my franknessâcould use a thorough cleaning. Of course youâve had other things on your mind, if one can believe the newspapers, but you do want it to look its spanking cheerful bestâpurchasers pay more for a happy house than a sad one. Get your youngsters to clean up the garage and basement; itâs good for them; help Mother sell the place, donât you know.â
Katherine watched the realtor sniff about the rooms, indifferent and unsparing, enumerating their faults, ignoring the love and laughter they had held. Once the house had been a refuge; now she was handing it over to be invaded and scrutinized by strangers and bought by someone who would notknow or care about the lives that had been lived within its walls.
I donât want to sell it; I donât want to leave. She followed him back to the living room. Why couldnât it wait? A week; maybe two; maybe a month. . . . And lose it all, she thought. Because I canât keep up the payments. Clenching her hands, she thrust them into the pockets of her skirt. âI was wondering about the price. And how quickly you can sell it.â
âWell now, difficult to say. The market is bad; bad all over; weâre all hurting. Now Iâm aware that you need to sellâyou have my sincere sympathies, by the way; an awkward time for youâwhat is it? Whatâs wrong? Are you all right?â
Between laughing and crying, Katherine began to cough. Awkward, she thought. It is certainly awkward to be deserted. Catching her breath, she said, âI thought two hundred twenty
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