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Show CHAPTER NINETEEN The next morning at breakfast, I told Mother about my ride with Father on the new motorcycle and how much I thought Andrew would love it. Mother's mind seemed to be somewhere else and she seemed to only half hear me as I described the darkness and the rushing wind and the sound. When I mentioned Andrew, she drew herself back and nodded. "We should have him here for dinner, don't you think, Larry? After all he's done for us." She glanced quickly at Father. "Before my next concert." Andrew? Here? Could he leave the hospital? Father nodded back at Mother. "Fine idea. He'd love it. And then he could take a spin on the cycle." "Yes, that he could. You want to get everyone on that thing?" But she smiled. I was mixed with joy and fear. To have Andrew here, in my house, sitting in one of our chairs, seeing Fidelio. I had never thought of him outside the hospital. Suddenly I was afraid that he would not want to come. Maybe he had had enough of me and my family. Maybe he wouldn't want to leave his friends at the hospital. Mother was patting my hand. "Annie, Annie. Listen. You do go off in a fog, don't you?" Just like you, Mother. "When you see Andrew, will you ask him to come on Friday night? He could come home with Father." "You forget Katherine, I'll be on the motorcycle. We'd hardly both fit." "Well, take the car that one day. Annie and I will walk to do the shopping. But you be sure and ask him Annie. He'd like it better than if I called and asked him. I'll ask Ruth to come too." |
