but there were many fine memories of real and
happier times stored here as well. What I would do
with all this,. I did not know, but I spent hours going
through everything, separating what was obviously no
longer important from what was.
Trevor stopped in to help me carry it all out. He
found a place for me to store it in his winery until I had decided what I would do with it all. Mrs. Westington told me to put the linens, towels, dishes, and silverware, as well as any insignificant household items in cartons that Trevor would bring to the Salvation Army. Echo decided to help me do all that. We worked until dinnertime and afterward, we loaded everything into Trevor's truck. He would take it away
in the morning.
The auctioneer's man arrived just as we were
getting ready to have breakfast the next day. I had
spent a night tossing and turning over it all. Once the
motor home was gone and Uncle Palaver's things
given away or stored, that part of my past was over. I
thought. I felt as if I was cutting some umbilical cord
and leaving myself totally alone, floating in the space
of indecision and uncertainty.
I had to sign some papers and then the man
climbed into the motor home and started the engine.
Echo came out to stand beside me and watch him
drive it off. I didn't cry, but the ache in my heart was
so painful. I had trouble breathing.
"It's the past," Mrs. Westing
-
ton insisted.
"Think only about the future."
I nodded. but I didn't say anything and I didn't
eat much breakfast. Afterward. I helped clear the table, get the dishes and silverware washed and put away, and then went out by myself and walked down to the lake. Echo was up in her room looking over all her new things. She was as excited now as any young girl about to begin in a new school, whether it was a school for disabled children or not. I didn't need anyone to tell me that soon I would be less important to her. There was nothing wrong with that. She desperately needed to be with her peers, have friends who had things in common with her. Her life in so
many ways was just beginning.
Maybe mine was, too. I thought. As if the
future was full of bells that rang to signal a new turn
and a new direction. I heard Mrs. Westington calling
to me from the front porch. I hurried back to the
house, worried something might be wrong with her. It's your sister," she said. "She's on the
telephone."
"My sister?" I ran into the house and picked up
the receiver. "Hello, Brenda?"
"Hi, April. I'm flying into San Francisco
tomorrow. I'll be there by eleven. I have a three-hour
layover and then I'm going on to Seattle." She gave
me the name of the airline and flight number. "We can
meet and have lunch and talk," she said. "If you still
want to that is."
"Yes, I would like that very much. Brenda.
How have you been doing?"
"Our team lost only one game. I met a lot of
interesting people,
-
she added. The way she stressed
interesting made my heart skip a beat. Did she mean
someone in particular? "And how have you been?"
she asked.
She had no idea why, but her question made me
laugh. "Why are you laughing?"
"I'll tell you when I see you," I said. "But I'm
fine now. Brenda."
"Okay."
I told her about Uncle Palaver's things and what
our attorney had told me about his estate.
"We have a little money, an inheritance." "We do have what we need from what Mom
and Dad left us, you know. You ran off before I could
get into that."
"It wasn't important to me then."
"You have what you need for your college
education," she said. "You do intend to go to college,
don't you?"
"Yes," I said. "I do." I told her firmly. "Good. See you tomorrow."
"Okay," I said. I let out a deep breath. "Well?" Mrs. Westington asked as soon as I
walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. "I don't know yet. Mrs. Westington.'
She nodded. thoughtfully. "You know you'll
always have a home here," she said. "No matter what.' "Thank you."
I never imagined that I would be so nervous
about meeting my sister. A part of me desperately
wanted her love and a part of me still feared her. I was
so afraid that when she heard what had happened to
me since I left her, she would just shake her head and,
as she had done so many times in the past, call me a
hopeless case, a loser who would only be a weight
around her ankles. Maybe we were just too unalike to
ever get along. I knew I would have trouble sleeping.
anticipating.
Mrs. Westington had insisted I take Rhona's
room back. She had Lourdes clean it as if someone
with a contagious flu had been sleeping in it. It was
clean enough to be used as a surgical station in a
hospital. I kept saying it was good enough and Mrs.
Westington kept finding something else to wash or
polish. Even Lourdes looked at me as if Mrs.
Westington had gone mad. In the end I appreciated it.
however.
I placed Destiny in a chair near the bed and
slept comfortably up to the night before. when I had
been troubled about selling off Uncle Palaver's motor
home, and now I feared I'd be tossing and turning
most of the night again.
"Stop all this worrying," my voice thrown
through Destiny told me. "What will be will be," I finally fell asleep. Echo was very curious
about where I was going and why right after
breakfast. When she learned I was meeting my sister,
her face filled with concern. Even though she was
going off to school, she had harbored the belief I was
remaining behind to live with her grandmother.
Neither Mrs. Westington nor I had spent any time
telling her that. Most likely I would be leaving, too. Later. Echo stepped out on the porch to watch
me drive away. She looked so sad I was tempted not
to go. I signed I would be back soon and she smiled
and waved. I looked at her in my rearview mirror and
saw she didn't go back inside until I was turning out
of the driveway.
Our lives are filled with so many good-byes.
I
thought. There were good-byes to our parents and
grandparents, of course, and good-byes to our other loved ones, but we also said good-bye to ourselves, to our youth especially. As I drove to the San Francisco airport to meet Brenda. I did feel older, almost battle weary, a scarred veteran of wars, toughened, perhaps more cynical, but certainly more self-confident. It was
something Brenda saw immediately.
She came walking out of the gate to meet me
and paused for a moment, her eyes blinking as though
she had to be sure she was looking at me before
continuing. She had her knapsack on her and carried a
small athletic bag. She, too, looked different to me.
She had her hair cut the same way and she looked to
be the same weight, but she wasn't as tall and
intimidating as I remembered. Perhaps, without my
realizing it, I had known a few inches.
I had my hair brushed back. It was longer than
she would have remembered it.
"Hi," she said.
For a moment we were both unsure of what to
do next. Should we hug each other? She moved first,
putting the bag down, and we did. Then she stepped
back.
"You look like you lost a few,"
"A few," I said.
She stared at me. "I forgot how much you look
like Daddy."
"I never thought so."
"Oh. yeah. You have his eyes and his nose.
They say as you get older, you start to look like your
parents more and more. Where can we get something
to eat? I'm starving. I hated the plastic food on the
plane."
"Down here is a sort of cafeteria-style place," I
said, pointing to the right. She picked up her bag and
we started toward the restaurant. "Was it a long
flight?"
"Long enough. I've been on so many planes, I
can't distinguish one from another anymore." We entered the restaurant and I chose a salad
and a bottle of water. She said nothing. but I caught
her watching me choose food for myself just as she
always did. She did fill her tray with hot food, some
juice, bread, and a fruit dessert. We sat at a table in
the far corner.
"Where should we begin?" she asked, buttering
her bread. She looked up when I didn't respond. "I don't know. Probably with my meeting up
with Uncle Palaver."
She nodded. "Good. I don't want to talk about
Celia."
"You haven't heard from her since--" "No. That's over. Go on, tell me what it was
like being on the road with him, doing those shows." I described it as best I could. She ate and
listened. but I felt she was looking past the stories and
the descriptions. She was studying me so hard. When
I
described Uncle Palaver and his Destiny, she shook
her head.
"I really did use to wonder about that. He never
brought her around. There was always one excuse or
another. How sad. Where's the doll?"
"I still have it. I won't let it go,"
"I see. And after he died, this old lady just took
you into her home to be with her deaf
granddaughter?"
"Yes," I said. "Mrs. Westington."
"Well, what's that been like, living there?" I talked so long and enthusiastically about
Trevor. Echo, Tyler. and Mrs. Westington, Brenda's
eves just remained wide the whole time. She smiled
and nodded and then. when I began to talk about
Rhona and Skeeter, her face darkened. I told her what
they had done to Echo and me, about their arrest and
their upcoming trials.
"I'll have to be a witness, of course."
"All this just happened to you?"
"Yes, and to Echo."
"Did he actually rape you?"
"Almost," I said. "But there are enough charges
beside that against him to put him away for a long
time."
She looked away and then took a deep breath. I
couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was pulling
back tears.
"I felt terrible the day you ran off and not
because of the reasons you think. I knew Mom would
have wanted me to look after you and Daddy expected
it. I left you out there all by yourself"
"No, you didn't. Brenda. Besides. I was with
Uncle Palaver."
"He left you. too. You were with strangers." "Not long. They've become my family." She winced, "That's good." she said. She played
with her remaining food for a few moments. I took
advantage of the silence and ate some of my salad.
She continued, her head down. "I made a terrible
mistake with you. April. I should have been more
truthful and forthcoming about my sexuality.' "No, you--"
"Yes. I should have. Even back when we were in the public school together. I should have taken you into my confidence. I know how confusing it must have been for you when you first realized and how that must have impacted on your own identity. It's very important to be comfortable with yourself, with
your own sexuality, no matter what that might be.' "I think
I
am. Now," I said.
"Good, but I left you out there to wallow in all
this... distortion. I'm sorry I've been too involved with
myself.'
"I don't blame you for anything. Brenda." "You should, but okay, I'm glad if you don't,"
she said. "Anyway, what do you want to do now?Will
you come live with me in Seattle?"
"Will I be in the way?"
"Never. I'm not going to lie to you, however.
I'm with someone again, someone not as absorbed
with herself as Celia was. She's an assistant coach.
and I know you'll like her. As a friend," she added
quickly. "We've got this four-bedroom house with a
real yard and an office you can use for your
schoolwork. You still have to finish your senior year.
right?"
"Yes. I thought I would just take an
equivalency test. but I think I'd like to enroll and have
at least part of a year's worth of real school." "Good." She looked at her watch and then she
dug into her athletic bag. "Here's all the information
you need about contacting me. You'll drive up as soon
as you can. I'll see about the school and get that
started for you. Can you head up there right away?" "Yes," I said.
"We don't have much. I guess, just each other
now."
"We have a lot more than many people have.
I've learned that," I said, and she smiled.
"You're very grown up. April. I can feel it.
You've grown up quickly, mainly because you had to.
I hope you haven't missed anything important on the
way."
"We all do. Brenda, butI'll make up for it." She pulled her head back. "Who's given you all
this wisdom?"
"A little old lady who dips into her well of
experience and gives me a cup of this and that." She laughed. "Sounds like I should meet her." "I hope you will someday."
She rose. "I got to make the plane.'
"Right."
Off to my left, I caught a woman signing to a
little girl. Brenda saw where I was looking. "What is she telling her?"
"She's telling her not to be afraid. She's
promising she'll always be right beside her. It's
probably going to be her first plane trip."
"You understood all that?"
"Bits and pieces, enough to figure it out." "Maybe you found yourself a career." Brenda
said with a look of admiration.
I shrugged. "Maybe. What I did learn was
people with good hearing don't always listen to each
other as much as people without any hearing at all
do."
She tilted her head, "Yeah," she said. "I want to
meet this old lady."
"I'll arrange it," I called after her. "But you
better not call her an old lady."
She turned and laughed and in that moment. I
saw my father and my mother standing beside her, the
same smile on their faces. and I remembered what
Mrs. Westington first told me about how your loved
ones who have gone could still be watching over you:
"They do their best to watch over us and lead us to
happiness."
Why can't it be true? I thought.
I had mixed feelings about still being there to accompany Echo to her school. I could feel the way she was torn, looking back at us and then looking at the school and all it promised to be for her. She hugged and held on to me as if she believed she would never see me again. I promised I would be back. I explained that for one thing. I had to be back for the upcoming trials.
Tyler came out of the building and escorted her in and helped her are settled. It obviously made a huge difference. After he got her settled in, he and I walked back to the parking lot while Mrs. Westington remained with Echo to help her unpack her things.