thought you were in here." he said. "I was just about to leave to see if you were in the house. I was hoping to see you without Echo knowing I was here.'
"Why do you want to see me now? You weren't very interested in seeing me earlier," I said, unable to keep the note of anger out of my voice.
"I know, I felt bad about what happened today. I felt bad about it all, actually," he said.
"You should. Echo was heartbroken and
couldn't understand why you would simply ignore
her." I wanted to add, "and so was I." but I didn't. "That's why I came here. I wanted to talk to you
about... about it all," he said. He did look repentant. I retreated a step to close the door and then I
walked into the motor home and sat just to the right of
Destiny. It occurred to me that we were both staring
directly at him. From the way he looked from her to
me and smiled. I could see he was thinking about it.
too. "What's so funny?"
"You and the doll have the same expression on
your faces," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm just another
doll in your eyes?"
"No, no, nothing like that." He looked very
nervous. "Whose van is that out front?"
"That's Mrs. Westinaton's daughter. Rhona, and
her boyfriend. Skeeter,"
"Really? You mean, after all these years. Echo's
mother has returned to her home and family?" "If you want to call it that. She didn't return
because she missed her daughter. They want to get
their hands on Mrs. Westington's money."
He nodded. "Nevertheless, she's come home,"
he said. "I think it was Robert Frost who wrote 'Home
is the place where when you go there, they have to
take you in.'"
"I don't think Mrs. Westington is anxious to do
that."