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Show 7-6 The mother cat blinked at me, soothed by my voice. I stood up and wiped my nose on the back of my hand. Mother always told me to tuck a hankie in my sleeve. She must have known about moments like this. I tipped my head back and found the first star. "Star light, Star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight. My voice broke as the tears started again. "I want to see Andrew. He won't know why I'm not coming." I was more upset at how unfair Mother was than at what she had said because I believed, I knew, that Father would change Mother's mind. He hadn't often done it before but in this case he had to, so I knew he would. I comforted myself with the idea that tomorrow I would be able to go back to St. John's. Mother confessing that she had been wrong. The kittens, fully awake now, walked awkwardly about in the scratchy grass, putting paws down gently. Their mother lay on her side and watched them. I squatted down again by her side. Suddenly I heard voices in the street and the lights came on in the kitchen. A minute later the back door slammed and Uncle John ran to the garage and began cranking the car. I stood up. "Annie!" Mother's voice. "What?" She didn't answer. I patted the mother cat. I knew I had to go in. Mother didn't call twice. Uncle John came into the kitchen after me. Mother was gone. "Hi, Uncle John. What's wrong?" |
