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donât want you discussing that with Clarissa. Understand? No matter what kind of mother she wasâshe is her mother.â
Regaining her composure, Opal nodded. âYes, okay. I understand.â
Raising her fingers, she moved them quickly across her pursed lips.
âOpal, how about some sweet tea?â I asked, trying to break the tension.
âThat would be lovely,â she murmured.
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The rest of the evening passed in a calm manner. Everyone in the family welcomed Clarissa Jo. Aunt Dora talked to her about books and games her own grandchildren had liked when they were little, but it was Saren who seemed to make the biggest impression on her.
âYup,â I heard him say. âI think youâre gonna like livinâ on this here island. Ever done any crabbinâ?â he asked her.
Clarissaâs gaze was glued to Sarenâs face. She shook her head with interest.
âWell, then, weâll just have to do that, wonât we? Iâll teach you how.â
I actually saw a smile cross the childâs face. This was the most animation Iâd seen from her since sheâd arrived.
I got up to head to the kitchen and bring out the desserts.
âSheâs delightful,â Dora said, following me inside. âShe reminds me a bit of my Marin when she was that age.â
âOh,â was all I said. âWould you mind taking this out for me? Iâm going to run to the bathroom.â
Just as I walked back into the kitchen I heard a crash on the deck.
Running to the door, I saw Clarissa Jo standing there, with Sybileâs beautiful glass bowl smashed to pieces at her feet. My carefully prepared fruit salad lay splattered, creating a still life of watermelon, pears, oranges, apples, bananas, and grapes.
âWhat the hell!â I screamed. Rushing forward, I yanked Clarissa back, away from the broken glass and fruit.
âIt was an accident,â Adam said, jumping up from his chair.
âAn accident? What the hell was she doing carrying that out here anyway? That was my favorite bowl from Sybile.â I bent down to start picking up glass and felt Adamâs hand grip my wrist.
âDonât,â he said. âYouâll cut yourself.â
Somebody had produced a roll of paper towels, along with a broom and dustpan.
I stood up and blew out a stream of exasperated air while I let Adam do the cleanup. It was then that I noticed Clarissa Jo had run into the house and our guests sat staring at me.
âWell, for Christ sake,â I said, frustration lacing my words. âShe shouldnât have been carrying that bowl out here.â
Grace was the first to speak.
âShe didnât drop it on purpose, Monica.â
Oh, sureâstick up for the kid, I thought.
âWhatever,â I snapped and returned inside to prepare coffee.
A few minutes later, I felt Adamâs arms encircling me from behind.
âGrace was right,â he said softly. âShe didnât mean to do that.â
A nasty thought crossed my mind. Are you so sure of that? I wondered. Clarissa knew that bowl meant a lot to me.
âOkay. Letâs forget it,â was what I mumbled.
I managed to get through the rest of the evening. Adam had gone in to talk to Clarissa and a little while later she emerged from her bedroom.
âIâm sorry,â she said, without much conviction.
âItâs okay,â I told her, with the same lack of emotion.
10
B y the time the following Saturday rolled around, I was more than happy for a break in the routine of the previous week.
Clarissa began school on Monday. I managed to be up with one cup of coffee ingested by the time Clarissa got up at seven. We then played the breakfast game. Did she want cereal, eggs, pancakes? And each morning, I got the same answer of âI donât care.â
I swear it crossed my mind to prepare eggs Benedict, something I was certain sheâd turn her nose up at.