He smiled at me.
"So," he continued. "Grace. tells me you two
are thinking of going to a beauty parlor today." "Yes, we have afternoon appointments. I'll be
back to pick her up after I visit the college I am going
to attend. I thought it might be nice to go to lunch
first. You're welcome to join us, Linden."
"That sounds very nice. but I think I'm going to
try to do some work today. Mother, pack me a lunch,
if you will. I plan to stay out most of the day. It looks
like a perfect day."
"But are you strong enough for that. Linden?"
she asked him cautiously.
"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be? Once I
have one of your wonderful omelettes in my stomach,
that is," he added, and laughed.
I think both my mother and I were holding our
breath. Both of us looked about ready to explode.
Still, he didn't notice. He went right on talking and
was even chattier than he had been before his sailing
fiasco. He was absolutely gleeful about our moving
into the main house and the Eatons moving out. "What a relief it will be to move about our
property and not have them hovering above and
around us," he said. "Do you know. Mother. I don't
believe I have been back in that house since they
moved into it. Have I?
"No, Linden. Neither of us has, for that matter,"
Mother said. He thought for a moment, then laughed. "I think I'll plant myself at the gate and smile at
them as they drive away. When will they leave
exactly?" he asked, turning to me.
"May fifteenth is technically their last day here,