Memories of You. Margot Dalton

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      “Next month,” Margaret said, beaming. “He’ll be home for a whole week at least, then off north to look for work again.”

      Jon looked at the twins, whose animation at the mention of Tom seemed to have disappeared. They were picking at their food, looking disconsolate. Apparently, their homesickness was as deep as ever. He sighed and cut up a tomato, searching for something else to say.

      “Tom’s getting real worried about me,” he told the children finally. “He wonders what I’m going to do with myself for a whole winter here in the city.”

      Steven gazed out the window at the trees bordering the front driveway, clearly lost in his own thoughts. The twins exchanged an unhappy glance and continued to move bits of macaroni around on their plates while Margaret watched them.

      Only Vanessa, who seemed to have recovered from her sulks, was interested in what her father was saying. “I know what I’d do,” she told him. “I’d spend the whole day shopping. I’d buy every single thing I ever wanted, and spend all day trying clothes on.”

      Jon watched her pretty face, wondering whether her preoccupation with material things was just a teenage phase—something she would outgrow. “Well, Van, I know what I’m going to do, too,” he said calmly. “I’ve got it all planned. In fact, I started today.”

      “What’s that, Mr. C.?” Margaret got up and began to load the dishwasher.

      “I’m going back to school.” Jon helped himself to more casserole while the others watched in astonishment. “I had my first two classes today.”

      Vanessa’s jaw dropped. “Back to school?” she said at last. “Like, to college, you mean?”

      Jon smiled at his elder daughter. “Don’t look so amazed,” he said. “I took two years of college when I was young, then had to quit before I graduated. I thought this would be a good opportunity for me to finish my degree.”

      Vanessa gripped her fork and continued to stare at her father, aghast. “You’re going to university?“ she asked. “On the same campus with Steven? The same place I’ll be going next year?”

      “The very same,” Jon told her solemnly.

      She dropped her fork, speechless with horror. Privately, Jon was a little amused by her reaction, but took care not to show it. In fact, he often tried deliberately to ruffle Vanessa’s feathers to keep her from getting as self-absorbed as her mother.

      But this time, judging from her look of whitelipped shock, it seemed Jon might have pushed his daughter too far.

      “It’s a big campus, Van,” he told her gently. “Thousands and thousands of students. Nobody’s going to notice me.”

      “But what if you’re in one of my classes next year?” she wailed. “God, I’d just die.”

      Steven’s lip twisted. “Oh, shut up, Van,” he muttered. “Why do you always have to be such an idiot?”

      Jon frowned at him and turned back to Vanessa. “I won’t be in any of your classes, You’ll be a freshman. I’ll be taking fourth-year courses next term.”

      “But having my father on the same campus…” Her face twisted with distress. “This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said tragically. “The totally, absolute worst.” She pushed her chair back, got up and ran from the room.

      There was a brief silence in the kitchen.

      “She’ll get over it, Mr. C.,” Margaret said comfortably. “She gets upset about a dozen times a day, and every time it’s the very worst thing that’s ever happened to her.”

      Jon looked at the doorway where his daughter had vanished. “I’ll talk to her later,” he said. “She won’t be so upset once she realizes that our paths are never likely to cross on that big campus.”

      Steven’s brief spurt of animation had vanished. He ate macaroni in gloomy silence.

      “How about you, son?” Jon asked. “Will it bother you, having me on campus?”

      Steven shrugged. “Why should I care?”

      “You don’t seem to care about much of anything these days,” Jon said, trying to keep his voice casual. “What’s the matter, son?”

      Steven looked at him with a brief flash of emotion, and Jon held his breath, hoping the boy was about to say something meaningful. But the moment passed and they all returned to their meal, eating in silence while Margaret continued to load the dishwasher.

      

      A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER, on a hill near the house, Ari lay on his stomach in the slanted rays of evening sunlight. He drummed his feet on the ground as he chewed a spear of grass.

      “Churks,” he muttered. “Fizzlespit.”

      Amy looked at her brother with tense sympathy. These words were part of their private language, seldom used and shockingly profane. The fact that Ari was saying them now showed how sad and lonely he was.

      “We get to fly to the ranch this weekend,” she said, watching a dark green beetle as it lumbered through the tangle of grass. “Daddy promised. It’ll be fun to see Tom and ride our ponies, won’t it?”

      But Ari wasn’t ready to be comforted. “I wish Daddy would get married.” He plucked another blade of grass. “We need a mother.”

      Amy turned to him in confusion. “We already have a mother.”

      “I mean, we need one who lives in our house. If Daddy got married, we’d all move back to the ranch and live together and be like a family.”

      “Do you think so?” she asked wistfully.

      “If Daddy was married, he wouldn’t worry so much what school we went to. When Mummy was home, Daddy and Van and Steve all lived on the ranch together. I hate being in this place.”

      “It’s not so bad here,” Amy said loyally. “Daddy wants us to go to school without having to ride so far on the bus, and Mrs. Klassen is really nice. I like the aquarium at school,” she added. “And the model of the hydrogen molecule. Don’t you?”

      Ari scowled. “I want to go back to the ranch. We need to find a lady for Daddy to marry.”

      “Maybe he could marry Margaret.”

      “You’re so dumb,” Ari said. “Daddy could never marry Margaret.”

      “Why not? She’s nice to us all the time, and she cooks and cleans and everything.”

      “I don’t know,” he admitted after a few moments of deep concentration. “But it can’t be Margaret. It needs to be somebody different”

      “Like who?”

      “I don’t know,” Ari repeated. “But I’ll think of somebody.”

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