she has with all her trips in it. The Wrinkle Queen has a cellphone! Life is so unfair.
âAsk for a smoking room,â she says, âand I like something with a view of the bay. Here, let me talk to the desk clerk. I know the room I want.â
When sheâs on the phone, she doesnât sound like sheâs a million years old. She sounds like sheâs used to having people listen to her and doing what she says.
The trip to Holt Renfrew will have to wait for a few days. I have a final tomorrow. English. Iâll need to studya bit but itâs actually my best subject. Math is the killer but itâs two days down the line. Shirl has my exam schedule taped to the fridge door and insists on doing the dishes tonight. But Herb is out with his bowling league so I offer to keep an eye on Lizzie and Lyle while they have their baths.
âWhereâs Dad?â Lyle pouts.
âIn jail,â I say.
âJail?â Lizzie is twirling around with a bath towel cape but this stops her. âHeâs not in jail.â
âHow do you know?â I pour a capful of shampoo for Lyle.
âHow do you know?â Lizzie fires back.
âBecause I had him arrested.â
âDid not.â
âDid too.â
No wonder Herb escapes to bowling once a week. Of course, once theyâre in their pajamas they beg for a story.
âAll right,â I say. âThe name of this story is
Great Expectations
.â And I begin to tell them about Pipâs trip into the graveyard to see his parentsâ grave when he runs into the escaped convict.
âWhatâs a caped convict?â Lyle asks.
âItâs someone who was in jail but ran away.â
âLike Dad?â
âThatâs right,â I say, âbut heâs not escaped. Heâs locked up until ten oâclock tonight. Then theyâll let him out and youâll see him at breakfast tomorrow morning.â
Miss Whipple has given us a study sheet. Item number one tells us to review a novel weâve studied in class during literature circles. I fish
Great Expectations
out of my backpack and reread a couple of my favorite parts. I like Estella the best. I bet she would have had a perfect fashion sense. Beautiful. Moving through the world with everyone paying attention to her. And not having to really do anything except be nice to a crazy old woman with lots of money.
14
Waiting for Skinnybones. She phoned my cell this morning to tell me the letters are ready and sheâd be over by three. Itâs four now.
I think of Byron off on his holiday. He came to see me before heading to the airport. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt and some kind of baggy khaki shorts with bulging pockets, and sandals.
âNow, youâre sure you have everything you need, Auntie?â he gushed. Heâd brought me a bag of toiletries, shopping from a list Iâd given him. Even made a special trip to get me a carton of cigarillos. Better to have too many than too few.
âI should stop at the office and let them know where to contact me in case of emergency.â
âOh, no!â I startled him, grabbing his hand. âIâve already told them youâll be gone, and I wrote down thenames and numbers of your hotels when the travel agent got your package ready. Didnât want you to be bothered, dear, with all the getting ready youâve had to do.â
For a minute I thought he was going to shed a tear, but he gulped and gave me a hug.
âLove you, Auntie.â
Never in his life has Byron said he loved me. I think he was as surprised to hear the words coming out of his mouth as I was. Until he was about seven, he used to run and hide whenever I visited my brother. Not that I minded. He was a slow, stuttering child with a perpetually runny nose and a whiny, plaintive voice.
âHave a wonderful trip,â I said. I walked him to the front door, afraid he might stop in at the office at the last minute.
That
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni