until tomorrow. I'm just bringing him some home
cooking. He said he didn't miss anything as much as
my cooking. You can come up to see him in a little
while," she added and continued up the stairs. "Where are Cary and May?" I called.
"In the kitchen having a late lunch," she
shouted back. "Go on in there if you're hungry." I walked down the hallway and paused in the
kitchen doorway. Cary was signing to May as she ate
her sandwich, explaining more to her about their
father's illness. Her eyes widened and he turned to see
me standing there.
"Hi. How was your visit?"
"There's a lot to tell," I said. "You brought your
father home already, I see."
"He threatened to get up and walk out anyway.
The doctors had no choice. They weren't happy about
it. We've got to keep him quiet, resting, taking his
medicine. I hope he doesn't wear out my mother. She's
been up and down those stairs a half dozen times for
one thing or another already and she insists on doing
everything herself."
"I'll help her anyway," I said.
"You'll be away working with Kenneth," he re
minded me.
"Well, I'll help her every chance I get, and so
will May." I smiled and signed the same to her. She
nodded eagerly and told me Aunt Sara had already
agreed to let her stay home tomorrow to do just that.
"See? It will be all right," I said.
"Sure,
" Cary said without enthusiasm. "You