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be up and about soon. I don't need people walking in

here and seeing me laid out on some sofa like a sick

child," he declared. "Who came up with that idea?" I

heard him shout.

"It was my-idea," Cary said. "Sorry."

"Just keep your mind on your work. That's

enough for now," Uncle Jacob told him.

Aunt Sara became flustered because Uncle

Jacob lost his temper. I felt so bad because Cary was

upset with himself. I told him it was my fault. "It's not your fault," he snapped at me. "I

thought it was a good idea and it is."

He climbed upstairs to his work room because

he was just as embarrassed by his father's reprimands

as he was angry. I entertained May, playing Chinese

checkers until she couldn't keep her eyes open. I kept

looking for Cary to come down to the living room, but

he didn't leave his attic retreat until after I had gone to

bed myself.

So much for Uncle Jacob's first night home

from the hospital, I thought. In any other house, it would be a night of joy, but in this one, it was a night

of tension.

During the night I heard Aunt Sara leave the

bedroom and go downstairs to fetch something for

him, and before morning, I heard her do it again. At

breakfast, the fatigue was still planted well in her

eyes. She got herself up early enough to give Cary his

breakfast before he went down to the dock, and then

she began bringing things up to Uncle Jacob. I tried to

help, but she said it would be better for now if she did

it herself.