with scorn. âYou think theyâd leave him alone? Maybe when heâs fifty.â
Gran began to wash the breakfast dishes.
âIâd like to come,â Elizabeth said.
âBe down at the dock in an hour,â snapped Deirdre, and left the cottage at a run.
âShe wouldnât let herself pet Grace,â Elizabeth observed.
âSheâs fighting a war.â
âWhat war?â
âTo show there is nothing in the world that pleases her,â said Gran.
âWhy?â
âI donât know why.â
âIs it because they like Aaron so much more than her?â
âWhat makes you think that?â Gran asked sharply.
âThey donât pay attention to her except to tell her to stop whatever sheâs doing and leave Aaron alone. But theyâre all over him.â
âIs it your opinion that five pounds of attention equals five pounds of love?â
At Granâs words, a fire seemed to flare up inside Elizabethâs skull, burning her cheeks. âThey sent me away when that baby was born!â she cried out. She sat down on a chair so hard it rocked.
âThat baby,â echoed Gran. She was drying a cup. After a moment, she spoke. âThey did not send you away. They sent you to me,â she said in a steely voice.
The hour, at the end of which she was to go to the Herkimer dock, was nearly up before Elizabeth spoke another word.
âAre you coming?â she asked.
She had been reading one of Granâs art magazines with desperation, trying to blot out a sense that her outburst had let loose some ungainly, mortifying thing that would now inhabit the cottage like a hobgoblin.
But Gran replied genially, as though nothing bad had happened, âOh, no! Iâve always hated sailing ⦠all that shoutingââcoming about ⦠hard to lee â¦â And you have to fling yourself from side to side so the boom wonât decapitate you. Oh, no!â
âWell, Iâll be going,â Elizabeth said.
âHave a lovely time, my dear,â Gran said with warmth. âIâll miss you.â
By the time Elizabeth arrived at the dock, the Herkimers had gathered. On the top of Mrs. Herkimerâs head rose a straw hat like a tepee. Several paper bags were at her feet. Aaron wore an orange life jacket, a sun hat, and long pants. Deirdre watched her father in the small sailboat as he bailed water that had collected in the cockpit with a rusty coffee can.
âThis is a family tradition,â Mrs. Herkimer announced to Elizabeth. âEvery summer, we have our picnic at Little Bear Island. This will be Aaronâs first time. Did you remember to bring the thermos, Deirdre?â
Deirdre, one arm around the mast, nodded.
âAnd Iâve made biscuits,â said Mrs. Herkimer.
âFor ballast,â said Deirdre.
âBiscuits are traditional in our family,â Mrs. Herkimer continued as though Deirdre hadnât spoken.
ââOver the sea in a pea-green boat â¦ââ chanted Aaron.
âReady. Letâs go,â called Mr. Herkimer. âGive me the picnic stuff. Whereâs the blanket? Deirdre, let go of the mast. Helen. You first, then Aaron, then Elizabeth.â
A fresh wind plucked at the loose ends of the sail. As both Mr. and Mrs. Herkimer reached for Aaron to lift him from the gangway, the boat swung wildly.
âNo!â he wailed. âLet me get in by myself!â But his protest was drowned out by his father shouting that they wouldnât go at all if Aaron was going to misbehave.
Though they were still anchored, their voices were caught by the wind and flung out onto the bay. Elizabeth felt a sudden excitement. She was glad Gran hadnât come. She was glad the Herkimers were so noisy and crazy.
The sail was let out. With a great smack, it caught the wind. They were off.
âWhat happened?â Gran asked as Elizabeth burst through the door several hours
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