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Show CHAPTER TEN I felt so happy to be home, to see Fidelio who raced around me in ecstasy and upset a bowl of flowers sitting on the floor. The kittens seemed to have grown tremendously in the two days 1 had been away. I went across the street to visit Grandmother but she was asleep and couldn't see me. I stood outside her door a minute, thinking of how I had ignored her in my thoughts and how I must visit her to make up for it. She must be so lonely and afraid without Grandfather. If he died, what would she do? I ran home to dinner. That night after dinner I went to my room early. I was exhausted. The past three days had pulled me in so many different ways that I needed to be alone in my room to think. I knew Mother had not said everything I needed to know or she had wanted to say. She hadn't really explained to Andrew or to me why suddenly she was there, shaking his hand and accepting our friendship. She only had told us why she had been afraid before. I could hear my parents talking on the porch below my room, but I couldn't make out their words. I lay on my bed and watched the curtains blow in the slight breeze and thought about my father. Did he understand Mother? He always seemed to accept what she did without question, and he was always there to stand by her when she seemed to reach the end of her strength. I wondered if this afternoon had been one of those moments, if coming to the hospital had taken a lot out of Mother and Father had known that and so been there to take over. Father, quiet, undemanding, kind. |