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Show 10 supposed to be funny, and we knew that she wasn't serious, but we didn't see her cry again for a long time. For weeks after, dad spent a lot of time at home both in the mornings and in the afternoons. He was the one who sent us off to school most of those days. And if he wasn't home when we returned, he was still home earlier than we were used to. In time, he went back to his old schedule and mom, once again, was the one waving goodbye from the porch each morning. That was the year dad pounded a For Sale sign into our front lawn. The first person to look at the house was a tall man with a thick, dark mustache. He said he had boys just like us, but when he came inside, he kept talking about which rooms would be good for his dogs and which would not. After he left, David asked mom where we were going to sleep if the man put his dogs in our bedroom. Mom laughed at that and said we didn't need to worry about the dogs, that we would be long gone by the time they moved in. I asked where we were going and she said that Dad had found a better job in Utah and that we were moving back. That was the year we packed our clothes and toys into boxes. Dad let us help as he loaded those boxes into a moving truck. Dad drove the truck and we went in the car with mom. While we drove, we watched for license plates and freeway signs out the window to see who could find the letters of the alphabet most quickly. We did word searches in big books mom had bought just for the trip and ate pretzels and cookies until we were sick of them. We stopped at McDonald's in Las Vegas where we ate Happy Meals. Mom asked what we thought about all this traveling, and asked if we were having fun. |