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.”“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.But I can tell you I wish you were up here right now, looking after some of this paper work.I’m drowning in it.”Was that her most important role in his life—personal secretary? “Isn’t the temp working out?”“She only works three days a week, and I spend as much time showing her what to do as I do on my own work.”Was that supposed to make her feel guilty for going out with her friend? “I’ll be back before you know it.Dad’s doing really well.He’s started to say a few words.And Casey’s been a big help to me.”“He could be a big help here, too, if he wanted to.”She could feel the tension between her temples, as if someone had fastened a band around her head and just twisted it tighter.She didn’t know what to say to Tom.She couldn’t say what he seemed to want to hear—that she would drop everything and run to help him.“We’ll both be home as soon as we’re able.” Longing came back, sharp as a razor.“Maybe you can find sometime to come down for a visit.Just for a weekend.I’d like that.”“Yeah.I’ll try.” He took a deep breath, switching gears.“So how were the races?”“Good.Brady came in second.”“I can’t believe he’s still racing.”“Tammy says it keeps him out of trouble.”He laughed.“He should go into business for himself.He’ll be too busy to get into trouble.”“How’s Matt?”“Great.I made him foreman on the Adventist Hospital job and he’s doing terrific.I’m really proud of him.”“Casey said something about him breaking up with Audra.”“Oh, I think they split up for a few days, but he said something about going to the movies with her the other night, so I guess they’re back together.”“You didn’t ask?”“It’s none of my business.”Men! As far as she was concerned, everything that affected her son was her business, at least as long as he lived at home.Part of being a parent was caring about what happened to your children.“Can I talk to him?” Maybe she could get him to tell her what had happened with Audra.“He’s not here right now.I’ll tell him you called.”And he wouldn’t call back.He was too busy—too much in his own world these days, which didn’t have much room for his mom.“Listen, I’ve got to go now,” Tom said.“I’m meeting a client to go over a bid for a project.”“Think about getting away for a visit.You could use a break and it would be great to see you.”“I’ll think about it.”He sounded sincere enough, but without facial cues it was difficult to tell if he was trying to placate her or he truly intended to fly down.Not for the first time, she wondered if being here with her father was worth the strain on her marriage.Why was she here, really? If it was just to nurse her dad back to health, she could hire someone to do that.No, she’d come down here to try to build a relationship with her father, before it was too late.She wanted to learn about him—but also to learn about herself.She didn’t want to go through life like someone else’s servant, or a robot who was afraid to stop moving.Here was her chance to slow down, to reacquaint herself with the part of herself with whom she’d lost touch.Karen was putting away laundry the following Wednesday when she found an old photo album in the hall closet.It was in a pile of miscellaneous pictures and envelopes full of old negatives that had fallen behind the stacks of sheets and towels.She pulled it out and opened it, the black paper pages brittle beneath her hands.The first thing she saw was a picture of her eight-year-old self, dressed in cutoff jeans and a striped T-shirt, posing on a rock, one hand shielding her eyes as she stared off in the distance, a serious look on her face.She laughed, and carried the album to the sofa.All the photos were from the family’s vacation to Yellowstone that year.She smiled at a picture of the four of them posed in front of Old Faithful.Her father, of course, had binoculars around his neck.Del’s lower lip was stuck out in a pout.She seemed to remember he was mad because his mother wouldn’t let him throw rocks in the geyser.And there was Karen, standing between her mother and father, a huge smile on her face.She looked so happy.It had been a fun trip.While her father wandered off to look for birds, her mother took her and Del on a nature hike, bribing them with the promise of roasted marshmallows and hot dogs when they returned [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.But I can tell you I wish you were up here right now, looking after some of this paper work.I’m drowning in it.”Was that her most important role in his life—personal secretary? “Isn’t the temp working out?”“She only works three days a week, and I spend as much time showing her what to do as I do on my own work.”Was that supposed to make her feel guilty for going out with her friend? “I’ll be back before you know it.Dad’s doing really well.He’s started to say a few words.And Casey’s been a big help to me.”“He could be a big help here, too, if he wanted to.”She could feel the tension between her temples, as if someone had fastened a band around her head and just twisted it tighter.She didn’t know what to say to Tom.She couldn’t say what he seemed to want to hear—that she would drop everything and run to help him.“We’ll both be home as soon as we’re able.” Longing came back, sharp as a razor.“Maybe you can find sometime to come down for a visit.Just for a weekend.I’d like that.”“Yeah.I’ll try.” He took a deep breath, switching gears.“So how were the races?”“Good.Brady came in second.”“I can’t believe he’s still racing.”“Tammy says it keeps him out of trouble.”He laughed.“He should go into business for himself.He’ll be too busy to get into trouble.”“How’s Matt?”“Great.I made him foreman on the Adventist Hospital job and he’s doing terrific.I’m really proud of him.”“Casey said something about him breaking up with Audra.”“Oh, I think they split up for a few days, but he said something about going to the movies with her the other night, so I guess they’re back together.”“You didn’t ask?”“It’s none of my business.”Men! As far as she was concerned, everything that affected her son was her business, at least as long as he lived at home.Part of being a parent was caring about what happened to your children.“Can I talk to him?” Maybe she could get him to tell her what had happened with Audra.“He’s not here right now.I’ll tell him you called.”And he wouldn’t call back.He was too busy—too much in his own world these days, which didn’t have much room for his mom.“Listen, I’ve got to go now,” Tom said.“I’m meeting a client to go over a bid for a project.”“Think about getting away for a visit.You could use a break and it would be great to see you.”“I’ll think about it.”He sounded sincere enough, but without facial cues it was difficult to tell if he was trying to placate her or he truly intended to fly down.Not for the first time, she wondered if being here with her father was worth the strain on her marriage.Why was she here, really? If it was just to nurse her dad back to health, she could hire someone to do that.No, she’d come down here to try to build a relationship with her father, before it was too late.She wanted to learn about him—but also to learn about herself.She didn’t want to go through life like someone else’s servant, or a robot who was afraid to stop moving.Here was her chance to slow down, to reacquaint herself with the part of herself with whom she’d lost touch.Karen was putting away laundry the following Wednesday when she found an old photo album in the hall closet.It was in a pile of miscellaneous pictures and envelopes full of old negatives that had fallen behind the stacks of sheets and towels.She pulled it out and opened it, the black paper pages brittle beneath her hands.The first thing she saw was a picture of her eight-year-old self, dressed in cutoff jeans and a striped T-shirt, posing on a rock, one hand shielding her eyes as she stared off in the distance, a serious look on her face.She laughed, and carried the album to the sofa.All the photos were from the family’s vacation to Yellowstone that year.She smiled at a picture of the four of them posed in front of Old Faithful.Her father, of course, had binoculars around his neck.Del’s lower lip was stuck out in a pout.She seemed to remember he was mad because his mother wouldn’t let him throw rocks in the geyser.And there was Karen, standing between her mother and father, a huge smile on her face.She looked so happy.It had been a fun trip.While her father wandered off to look for birds, her mother took her and Del on a nature hike, bribing them with the promise of roasted marshmallows and hot dogs when they returned [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]