Dadâs face. He said, âJoanie, I said no. Now go get the dog some food.â
âButâ¦â My stomach knotted. âWhy?â
âWeâve been over this, Joanie . A nother dog is expensive and a lot of work . â Dad closed his eyes and sighed.
âThatâs soâ¦thatâs so dumb!â
âTo your room, Joanie,â he said in a voice that left no room for discussion.
We didnât talk about it anymore , but the next morning when I got up , Mr. Ice Cream was gone.
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After the fourth attempt at nursing, frustration began creeping onto Momâs face. She centered herself and started the whole routine of a drop of Karo syrup on the tongue before offering the opportunity to nurse.
Penny grunted as her head snapped up. She had nodded off to sleep again. She exhaled sharply. âIâm going to bed.â
âThatâs a good idea,â Mom said. âJoanie, why donât you head up to bed too.â
âNo,â I said too quickly, too sharply. That earned a frown from Mom. I reminded myself not to get into trouble or that would automatically relegate me to the sidelines during this little adventure. âPlease, Mom, just a little longer?â
Mom opened her mouth to reply, but she was cut off by Lee. His wail strengthened with each second that Mom didnât spring to his bedside. Normally I would have been cringing at the piercing sound, but at the moment, I was relieved to have Momâs attention diverted. She wiped her hands on the towel spread across her lap and stood.
âDonât move the puppies,â she said. âLet these two stay with Jenny.â
I watched the two puppies nip at each otherâs ears. Heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs. Peering around the doorway, I saw Dad entering the kitchen. He hovered near the refrigerator as if he couldnât decide whether or not to get some food out or whether he wanted to come into the breakfast nook with me. I chewed my lip while I waited for him to make his choice. If he decided I was in the way, I would be in bed faster than I could blink.
This seemed to be my constant struggle with Dad. I would always be too little, too annoying, or too in the way.
The quiet of the house settled around us, and for a moment the peace made me relax. I hadnât realized how tense I had become, but since Dad had entered the room, I guess that made sense. Right now, though, it was nice to feel so calm around my father.
Out of the calm Dad said, âHave I ever told you how I met Mom?â
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. âNo,â I said. âI donât think Iâve ever heard your version.â
âIâm sure Momâs told you a thousand times,â Dad said, leaning his head back against the wall. âBut she has no idea what she did to me that day. Totally changed my life.â
I cuddled an arm around Jenny and leaned against her soft, warm side. One of the puppies was still snuffling around her tummy, and occasionally Jenny would lean over and give it an encouraging lick. I waited for Dad to continue.
Finally he said, âI donât know if you knew this or not, but I left school at sixteen. Just dropped out. I tried to join the army, but I was too young. I got some construction jobs, but mainly I just drifted around. My folks hated that.â He paused and rubbed his chin. Then he said, âSo when I was nineteen I decided to go back and finish high school.â
âThatâs good,â I said, mainly just to have something to say, but also because I did think it was a good decision on his part. I couldnât imagine dropping out of school and then going back when I was practically ancient.
âYeah, but man, I was so much older, or at least I felt so much older,â Dad said. âAnyway, the day I got there my cousin told me that he had someone he wanted me to meet. We turned a corner and there she was; your mom. She was