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Show Moon -169 been set in motion. Let's try some rules of order, see if that helps us keep things straight. After you, madame: Anne set off on her own, against all advice. "My sentimental journey," she called it. She packed a few changes of clothes, a supply of "accident" panties and carried a cane. She felt she didn't really need the cane, but it would help others to understand rightly if she staggered a bit, looked momentarily lost, tipsy. Lee drove her to Dulles Airport, summoned the little cart that carried them to her gate. He said, "Mom, I love you," and she knew he meant it, that his lovely hazel eyes tried to be true even as they begged for release. She went first to see Alice, who now lived in Pound Ridge, New York, with her high-ranking naval officer husband-another man who never spoke-and their two daughters. Alice met her at La Guardia. Her lovely blue eyes grew round with shock at the sight of her sister who had become so thin, so wobbly and birdlike leaning on her cane. Anne had called ahead to prepare her sister, but this, Alice probably had not imagined. Anne found Alice's immaculate reproachful house depressing. Alice wielded Ruth's heraldic dust rag as if it had been handed to her like a torch. Anne was grateful her sister had never come to her house where she would have been horrified by dust balls under the bed, rings on the table, globs of jam on the kitchen counter. Alice sat her down in her spotless kitchen, which was festooned with posters of mountains, flowers, bubbling streams, each with its message: Please be patient with me-God isn't finished with me yet. Wise Men Still Seek Him. Joy cometh in the morning. |
