B.V.D.âs and told âem all to shut up because he was trying to take a nap. Then he took his gunâhe had this five-hundred dollar hunting rifle, all gold inlaid and carvedâand he shot up every teacup in the room. They said the old biddies screamed like mad and ducked behind the sofas and thought they were all going to get killed. Nobody got hurt, but I guess they were picking bullets out of the woodwork for months.â
I didnât say anything for a moment. At first the story had seemed funny, but then I wondered what I would have done if it had been me in that living room playing the piano.
âI wonder what Constance did,â I said.
âI bet she quit playing the piano real quick,â Dad laughed.
It didnât strike me funny. âI bet she cried,â I said quietly.
Dad looked over at me thoughtfully. âI suppose so,â he said. âShe must have had a hard time of it.â
âI feel kinda sorry for her,â I said. I waited a second, then plunged into it. âListen, Dad. Wouldnât it be great if we could invite her to stay at our house for a few days until she feels better?â
âDonât start that,â he said, giving me a sharp look. He realized thatâs what I had been leading up to.
âBut, Dad ⦠it would cheer her up to be around other people.â
âForget it!â
âShe could have your room, and you could sleep on the sofa.â
âWhat?â he said incredulously.
âJust for a few days?â
âNo!â
âLetâs ask her, please?â
âWe canât have her at our house!â he said. âWhat would people think?â
âWho cares what other people think?â I said. âCouldnât we?â
âNo!â he said again.
âJust for a few days?â I repeated.
âNow donât harp at me,â he said angrily.
âWell, I think we should do something to help her,â I said stubbornly. Now that Grandmaâs ideas had taken hold, I wasnât about to give them up so quickly.
He got up and started to climb back into the crane.
âGet out of here,â he said irritably. âI gotta get back to work!â
âDad,â I said, climbing up after him. âCould I at least go over and she if sheâs OK?â
âNo!â
âShe looks like she might be sick.â
âI donât want you going over there.â
âWe could stop by after you finish work, OK?â
âWe?â he said.
âIâll just look in to see if sheâs all right.â
âNo!â he said firmly.
âPlease, Dad?â
âIâm not going over there and neither are you!â he said angrily. âI donât want you to have anything more to do with her.â
I climbed right onto the seat next to him, and he gave me one of his exasperated looks. He knew I wasnât going to give up so easily.
We drove up to the Gunderson house in Dadâs old red pickup shortly after five.
âJust see if sheâs OK,â Dad said. âI donât want you going in and staying â¦â
âOK,â I answered, and got out of the truck and went up and knocked on the door. I waited a few moments, looked back at Dad and shrugged. I knocked again.
Finally the door opened, and there stood Constance, looking pale and disheveled. She was barefoot and wearing a faded old bathrobe. When she saw me, she left the door standing open and turned away and moved back into the hallway as though she didnât want me to see her.
âHi,â I said. âI just wondered if you needed anything.â
She kept her face turned away from me. âIâm so sorry about what happened yesterday, Addie.â
âThatâs OK.â
âNo, it isnât,â she said. âIt was a terrible thing to do to you.â She walked slowly over to the big staircase and stood at the foot of the steps as though she