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The dust on the blue suitcase left grey streaks across my damp palm as I dragged it from the hallway closet.<\/p>\n
On the kitchen table, the morning light hit the faded floral wallpaper, making the old grease spots near the stove look bright and yellow.<\/p>\n
I cleared my throat before speaking softly. \u201cDo you think we need the heavy coats, or just light jackets?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur did not look up from the local newspaper.<\/p>\n
\u201cLight ones should do,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
His clipped voice always made me feel like I was interrupting a private meeting in our own home.<\/p>\n
I twisted my silver wedding band, spinning the cold metal until the skin underneath turned red.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeo is late coming home,\u201d Arthur said, folding the sports section into a tight square. \u201cHe was supposed to be back by seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe probably stayed at Greg\u2019s to play video games,\u201d I said, placing three pairs of trousers into the suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t call,\u201d Arthur said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s fifteen, Arthur. They don\u2019t call.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had checked the stone porch earlier, making sure the brass spare key was tucked safely in the dry dirt beneath the bottom step.<\/p>\n
If Leo did show up while we were running errands, he would need a way to get inside.<\/p>\n
At two in the afternoon, the smell of damp autumn leaves and engine oil met me at the door of the garage workshop.<\/p>\n
The leaves outside smelled like rot, clinging to the wet driveway in thick, dark patches.<\/p>\n
Vance, Arthur\u2019s cousin, stood near the drill press holding a shiny steel bracket.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrought the fuel pump gasket,\u201d Vance said, his gravelly voice competing with the hum of the electric heater.<\/p>\n
He reached into his pocket, his fingers jingling loose change.<\/p>\n
Arthur took the metal part, his thumb tracing the machined edge before he rubbed his temples.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe still have enough in the account for the shore excursions, don\u2019t we?\u201d I asked, stepping over a pile of metal shavings.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cruise coordinator said those sell out early,\u201d I added.<\/p>\n
Vance shifted his weight, his loose change rattling louder in his pocket.<\/p>\n
He looked down at the concrete floor, his mouth tightening into a thin line.<\/p>\n
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\u201cWe\u2019re fine, Sandra,\u201d Arthur said, his tone flat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI just want to make sure the budget is set,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Vance cleared his throat and looked at the wall of wrenches. \u201cI should get back to the truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
By six in the evening, the kitchen had grown cold, and a gallon of milk sat on the counter, costing four dollars now and smelling slightly sour.<\/p>\n
I spread the travel agency receipts across the table, adding the figures on a small notepad.<\/p>\n
Forty-two hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
It was the exact price of our cabin on Deck Seven, paid in full with no option for a refund.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe worked too hard to let this slip away, Arthur,\u201d I said, watching him stare at the television screen in the corner.<\/p>\n
The local news anchor was talking about a storm system moving across the lake, but Arthur did not seem to hear.<\/p>\n
He kept his eyes on the screen, his shoulder turned away from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe tickets are non-refundable after Tuesday,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Arthur rubbed his face with both hands, his skin dry and raspy against his palms.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe boy isn\u2019t back,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has his own key under the porch if he comes home while we\u2019re asleep,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The orange plastic chairs in the hallway of Oakhaven Hospital were cracked at the seams, showing grey foam underneath.<\/p>\n
It was eleven past eleven when Dr. Gable walked through the double doors, his green scrubs dark with sweat at the collar.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was passenger in a pickup that rolled on Route Four,\u201d the doctor said, looking directly at Arthur.<\/p>\n
Arthur did not make a sound.<\/p>\n
His knees seemed to give out all at once as he sank into the nearest plastic chair.<\/p>\n
The doctor kept speaking, but his voice sounded like it was coming from the end of a long hallway.<\/p>\n
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We drove back to Maple Street at midnight in absolute silence.<\/p>\n
In the kitchen, the cruise tickets sat on the counter under the dim microwave light.<\/p>\n
Down the hall, Arthur sat in the dark living room, the low sound of his weeping muffled by the heavy drapes.<\/p>\n
By seven the next morning, the kitchen smelled of stale coffee and damp wool from our coats hanging by the door.<\/p>\n
My mother, Peggy, stood by the stove, her fingers moving in a steady rhythm as she patted her silver hair. She poured a stream of hot water into the ceramic pot, her face clouded by the rising steam.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have to cancel that boat, Sandra,\u201d she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as if the walls themselves were listening.<\/p>\n
I sat at the table with my phone in my hand, staring at the digital itinerary for the Majesty of the Seas. The blue ocean on the screen looked too bright, almost offensive in the gray light of our kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe deposit was forty-two hundred dollars, Mother,\u201d I said, clearing my throat before speaking softly. \u201cWe cannot just throw forty-two hundred dollars into the wind.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Peggy set the kettle down on the cold burner with a sharp clatter. She reached across the table and picked up our yellow joint savings bank book, flipping it open to the page where the bank teller had stamped our daily withdrawal limit.<\/p>\n
\u201cA fool and his money are soon parted, Sandra, but some losses you just have to carry,\u201d she said, tapping the paper with her fingernail.<\/p>\n
She did not wait for me to answer before she walked out toward the hallway, her slippers dragging against the linoleum.<\/p>\n
By ten, the autumn sun had barely managed to pierce the heavy clouds over Maple Street.<\/p>\n
Arthur stood by the front living room window, his shoulder turned toward the room as he watched a gray mail truck crawl down the block. He had not changed out of his work trousers from the night before, and his flannel shirt looked loose around his neck.<\/p>\n
I held the printed copy of our cruise itinerary in both hands, twisting my silver wedding band around my finger until the skin turned red. The paper felt heavy, like a summons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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