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Show 24-4 Grandfather slowly stood and helped Grandmother up. "Time to be home, Mary. I get stiff from sitting too long." Father helped from the other side. Mother smoothed her dress and then also stood. As I turned, I saw the minister coming down the aisle toward us. "Katherine, a moment." He held one hand up as if about to direct a choir. He usedhis hands a lot in preaching. I liked to watch them when the sermon got boring. Mother turned and waited. My grandparents and Father paused in the aisle. "My dear, I hope this isn't upsetting for you. Or your family." The minister held one of Mother's hands in his. "We meant to honor those who died. Not stir painful memories. Can you see that?" "I must get my family home, Reverend Bingham. My father can't stand for a long time." Mother pulled her hand away and stepped back. "But I would like to discuss your plans with you. Could you drop over this evening and we'll talk?" "I would love to." The minister beamed. "After all, we're doing this for you, you who gave of your own blood." He looked at each of us in turn. My grandparents stared back at him. "You, above all, must approve of whatever we do." "Fine," Mother said. "Tonight, then, about eight." And we left. Small groups of people stood outside the church as we left. Most nodded and spoke to my family. But a few looked angry and turned their backs as Mother and Father walked by. I didn't think my parents noticed. But before he opened the car door, Father patted Mother on the shoulder. And I saw her turn and look at him for a long moment. We always had Sunday dinner with the whole family together. Today was our turn to go to Aunt Felicia's and Uncle Joe's. Dinner there was always noisy but the food was delicious. Aunt Felicia loved to cook and set beautiful tables. So Father loved to go for the meals but Mother hated the commotion. |
