House was her motherâs real house, the one she would move into if Fran werenât living there. Because her mother and Fran didnât get along, Ginny had only been inside Lily House a handful of times.
âStop!â Eleanor now commanded. âItâs Sid âin the driveway. Letâs see if he wants to go to the museum.â
âOh, honey, you donât really wantââ
âCertainly I do! Pull in.â
Ginny slumped in her seat. Cassie had left for her first year of boarding school six weeks ago, and Ginny missed her almost unbearably; it didnât seem fair to have your sister leave home when you were only nine. They were going to pick her up at school to go with them to the museum, and Ginny had been looking forward to having her to herself in the backseat. Plus, for some reason, Cassie hated Sid, and sheâd be mad he was coming.
Ron pulled into Lily Houseâs driveway, and Eleanor got out. Ginny couldnât remember the last time sheâd seen Sid. She took in his bell-bottom corduroys and jean jacket, the dark hair that reached jaggedly for his shoulders, and the cigarette clamped in his mouth and decided he looked like a musician on the cover of a record album, lanky and loose. He appeared to be fiddling with the windshield wiper on Franâs car.
Sid looked up at them, plucked the cigarette from his mouth and ground it into the dirt with his boot. He didnât move toward them when Eleanor got out of the car.
âOh, boy,â Ron said.
Sid and her mother exchanged a few words, and Sid disappeared into the house. Eleanor marched back to the car. âFran will come up with some reason he canât go with us, of course. Even on my birthday.â
Ginny hoped she was right. Ron started the engine, and Eleanor said, âTurn it off. Weâll just wait. I havenât seen him in three years, for Godâs sake. Sheâs just jealous! Sheâs been jealous since the day Iwas born!â
Lily Houseâs door opened. Sid stood on the porch with his knapsack for a few moments, as if still deciding.
Eleanor said, âOh!â and her face lit up the way it did when sheâd see a Jack-in-the-Pulpit in the woods. She got out of the car and climbed into the backseat with Ginny.
âWhy does he get the front?â Ginny asked.
âBecause he has long legs.â
Sidâs knapsack landed on the floor in the front seat. âThanks for the rescue, gang,â he said when he got in. âNice Pontiac, Ron.â The car filled with a smoky smell.
âSidâs coming to the museum with us!â Eleanor announced gaily. âThen weâre going to drop him at the bus station to go back to Chapin. Ginny, say hello.â
âHello,â Ginny said.
âSo howâs school, dear?â Eleanor asked Sid. âAre you still painting?â
âStill painting. Senior year. A lot of work. Not much sleep. On top of it, I was up half the night with Fran, so if you donât mind, Iâm going to take a little snooze.â
Sid slumped against the car door. Eleanor looked out the window. Ginny stewed; her mother would never have allowed Cassie to get away with such rudeness.
No one said a word. Halfway between home and Boston, they stopped to pick up Cassie at Andrews Academy, the all-girls boarding school that Eleanorâs âsummer personâ friends had recommended when Eleanor complained that her older daughter had gone boy crazy and her teachers didnât challenge her. Andrews had given Cassie a scholarship, and her wealthy godmother had provided the balance of the tuition. To Ginnyâs astonishment, Cassie had been fine with going away to school and didnât even tear up when they dropped her off in September. Ginny had cried hard that night, in bed.
When the station wagon pulled up in front of the dormitory, two girls wearing carpenterâs overalls walked by, and Ron chuckled, âWould you
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