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Show 159 She watched his taillights disappearing down the block in the rain, which had eased off into a very slight drizzle now, until he turned the corner at the end of the block, and she could no longer hear the tires on the wet pavement. She then turned to the house. The lights were off upstairs-the kids were in bed, thank god-but the front room lamp was on. Oscar and Katie must still be up. It wasn't that late, really, a few minutes after ten. She decided to go around through the kitchen, not through the front door, she would avoid them that way. She felt like being by herself. Alone time, that was what she needed. But lights were on in the kitchen also. She went on in, Oscar and Katie were at the sink doing dishes. Oscar was wearing her apron; with his tall frame, it looked like a doll's dress, only reaching to the tops of his knees. She had never seen him in an apron before. In fact, this was the first time she had ever seen him doing dishes, it unsettled her for a moment. "Would you close the door?" Katie said, "Before the rain blows in?" "Oh-yes," Sharon closed the door behind her, feeling foolish. "You've caught us in the act," Katie nodded at the sink full of pans, the Thanksgiving dinner dishes, "it was so nice having Oscar here at home, I just said the hell with these for awhile." Thanksgiving was one of the four days a year Oscar stayed home -along with the Fourth of July, Christmas, and New Year's. He certainly looked different tonight, standing there wiping a plate. It was more than the apron. |
