Pancakes at The Violet Café
The last harvest that Finn and Bobby were still living at home, Finn and Bobby and I moved into the winemaker’s cottage. My father stayed in the house with my mother. My father allowed us to do this as long as we worked the entire harvest start to finish. It was my father’s last chance to show us fully what running the vineyard would be like. He wanted us each to have that knowledge. Of course, we took it as an opportunity to stay up late and smoke cigarettes and avoid homework. The three of us spending time together and talking, really talking. The way you often avoid doing with your siblings while growing up—everyone too busy doing other things.
It was only recently that I realized the knowledge my father wanted us to have. It wasn’t about the vineyard. It was about each other.
Five days before my wedding, I woke up in the winemaker’s cottage, in the extra bedroom, in another world. Finn and his angry words snaked through my head most of the night. Was he right that if I truly loved Ben I’d have reacted differently? It felt simplistic to think so, but in my own way I was being simplistic too. As if Ben’s wrong freed me to stop behaving right.
I slid out of the cottage, past the cold toast and jelly my father had left on the table. My father was already gone. No such thing as a day off during the final days of the harvest.
I headed up toward the main house, toward the one person that could make me feel better about what Finn had
said, about what my father had said, toward the one person that I needed to try with most. Toward Maddie.
She was already up, dressed in her heart leggings, watching Beauty and the Beast in my mother’s bed, lying with my mother, and the twins—in their fireman uniforms.
It startled me for a second, seeing the three of them there, watching morning movies, like the three of us had done, growing up. The twins like Finn and Bobby. Maddie, a little like me.
My mother looked sad lying there and I bent down, kissed her on the forehead.
“What’s that for?” she said.
“It’s a new day.”
My mother studied me in my faded jeans and a tank top, my hair piled into a messy bun on top of my head. “Then don’t you think you could use a shower?” she said.
I gave her a smile and turned toward Maddie. “You sleep well?”
Maddie nodded, her eyes on the movie. “We watched Beauty and the Beast.”
“Last night also?”
Maddie smiled, eyes on the television. “Twice,” Maddie said.
My mother shrugged. “Don’t judge,” she said. “I learned a long time ago to pick my battles, and it’s not like they aren’t learning something,” she said.
“What’s that, Mom?”
She pointed at their happy faces, intent on the princess. “Commitment,” she said.
I looked at Maddie, trying to get her attention. “Maddie, what’s your favorite breakfast in the world?”
“Pancakes,” she said.
“With chocolate chips?”
She looked at me like I had just solved a code. “How did you know that?”
“Would you let me take you for some, if your dad says it’s okay? There’s a place near here that has the world’s gooiest chocolate chips.”
“Just you and me?” She looked skeptical about that. I held her gaze, letting her know she could trust me about the chocolate chips. And everything else.
She turned toward Josh. “Can I borrow your fireman hat?”
He nodded, handing it over, too entranced by the movie to care.
Then Maddie looked at me.
“Can we put the movie back on as soon as we get back?”