liked me. I could tell. Aunt Rena mustâve been able to tell too. âYou stay away from that Eric,â she warned. âHeâs too old for you. Donât think I donât see him giving you the eye. While youâre under my roof, you do as I say, Grace. Thereâll be no shenanigans around here, mark my word.â Aunt Rena talked like a character out of a book. Or an old movie. What kind of a word was âshenanigans,â anyway? If Aunt Rena had had a dictionary I wouldâve looked it up. As it was, I had to use my imagination. The way her lip curled when she said it meant it was another word for âno good.â Eric was a no-good person, then. Was that what sheâd meant? No he wasnât. Any fool could see he was a hard worker, industrious, eager to earn a buck. Eric ate his lunch out of a brown bag while sitting propped up by the warm wall of the barn. I went out to keep him company, talk to him. Well, the truth of it was, I talked, he listened. I told him all sorts of storiesâwhere Iâd been, what sights Iâd seen. Eric only nodded, dipping his yellow head down into his lunch bag, seeing what heâd overlooked, eyes shining with excitement. He believed every word I said. I soon saw that, and it gave me a feeling of power. He was shy and seemed younger than me, although as I said, he was four years older. Heâd never been anyplace, it seemed. When I told him about my father being a croupierâI made it sound like thatâs what he was doing now, leaving out the part about being an encyclopedia salesman, thinking that was a job that lacked glamorâEricâs eyes got very round.
âI sure would like to go to one of them casinos,â he said. âThem gambling places. I saw it on TV. They stay open twenty-four hours a day. All night long. They never close doors. Any time of the day or night suits you, you just go inside there and lay your money down. Go on,â he urged. âTell me more.â
I was flattered, never having had such an avid audience in my grasp before. I went wild, made up lots of stuff, just the way William used to doâthings that never happened but mightâve if given a chance. Eric loved it all. If Aunt Rena hadnât crept up on us and yelled, âTimeâs a-wasting!â the way she did, weâd be there still, lolly-gagging around. That was another of Aunt Renaâs words, âlollygagging.â She was a pistol when it came to words, all right.
One day in mid-August, my father came trudging up the hill. Iâd been picking peaches all morning for Aunt Rena to make into jam and preserves, and my arms and hands were all sticky. If youâre not quick, and donât lick it off fast, the juice runs all over.
âHowâs my girl?â my father said, hugging me. âHappy? Sayââhe held me at armâs length, studying meââyouâre all grown-up. While my back was turned, you grew up. Howâs Rena? Treating you all right?â The grooves at either side of his mouth looked so deep I couldâve laid my finger inside them, but otherwise he seemed all right. I didnât mention my mother. I figured if heâd heard from her, heâd say so.
Aunt Rena made my father go to church with us on Sunday. âHow do you expect a child to have religion if her father sets a bad example, Frank?â she stormed. Aunt Rena was known for her temper, but Iâd never seen it in action until then. Her face turned pale purple and the veins in her neck stood out soâs you could practically reach out and grab one. My father always knew when he was licked. He came quietly, hat in hand. I wore my first pair of earrings, which Iâd bought with money Aunt Rena had given me for helping her out. They were white plastic circles almost as big as a small plate and they dragged my earlobes down some, but I thought they were wonderful and made me look very grown-up. During
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