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Show in my father's house/ 240 "If we're gonna get some serious fishing done, we'd better get cracking, Jake. Let's go." After Saul's adventure, my day at school seemed mundane and anticlimactic. I found that I did, indeed, have much catching-up to do. The;school nurse did not call me to the infirmary. Sally did not speak to me, except to ask where I got the weird sling. No one sympathized about my broken arm. I wasn't sure whether their silence signified that they knew everything and didn't care to talk about it or that they knew nothing and didn't care to know any more about me. I wondered if it wouldn't be preferable to have our secret revealed than to be so utterly ignored. By the next day, I had new things to think about. My father called, ordering my mother to pack a small bag and meet him in Idaho for a family conference. My mother's face was bewildered as she kissed us goodbye and boarded the bus. "I wonder if we'll be moving, soon," she murmured as she left. I was to stay with Jake - who was usually gone to work, with friends, or to basketball practice - and Danny, who made me take his turn washing dishes. The weekend went quickly. Jake bought hamburgers for our Saturday supper - the first I'd ever tasted - and Danny took me to a movie afterward. We walked home together through the brisk air, talking easily as if our old rift had never happened. "What do you think they've gone to Idaho about?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Maybe Dad's going to move Aunt LaVona or Aunt Sarah. Who cares? As long as he doesn't move us." I glanced up, startled. "Don't you want to go home, Danny?" "This is home." |
