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youâre still sewing?â
âYou should see the fabulous fabric Iâm working with on this job. It costs three hundred dollars and more a yard.â
âSome people have more money than brains. But thatâs not what I meant. Are you sewing?â
I knew very well what he meant. Was I doing my fabric mosaics? âIâm working on one for a gift.â If I didnât fall in love with it and keep it myself.
âAnna, work on them all as your gift from God.â
âYes, Dad.â I put my hand over the mouth of the phone and hissed, âLucy, go ring the doorbell nice and loud and long.â
Shaking her head in laughing sympathy, Lucy headed for the front door.
Dad sighed. âIs it that you love painting even though youâre not so good at it, or that you wonât admit that your father has been right all these years?â
The doorbell sounded, and I heard voices in the front hall. Meg was homeâunless Lucy was having a conversation with herself in different voices. With her anything was possible.
âWhoops, the doorbellâs ringing. Iâve got to go, Dad. Thanks for calling. Iâm fine and I love you. Donât worry.â I hung up.
I stood with my forehead against the wall. He did it to me every time. Every time. I knew he meant well, but the questions always left me feeling inadequate, as if I were disappointing not only Dad, but Mom as well. I pictured her in her radiant robe, one among thousands sitting at Jesusâ feet, shaking her head. I knew theologically that there was no sorrow in Heaven, but I still saw Mom looking distressed.
I took a deep breath and straightened as Lucy and Meg walked into the kitchen.
âGuess what?â Lucy said as she grabbed a couple of more Lorna Doones from the almost empty wrapper. âWe arenât going to the shore today. We decided to wait until you can come with us.â She waved a cookie at me. âWe donât think you should be alone.â
I looked from one woman to the other. âYouâre missing two days at the beach for me?â Can you say friends?
Meg shrugged. âWeâre not completely altruistic. Weâve got stuff to do to get ready for next week.â
âBesides, how often do we get to play bodyguard?â Lucy offered her depleted cookie bag first to Meg, then me. âYour father might not realize you saw the killer, but we do.â
Meg poured some lemonade into a glass. âNot that weâre likely to scare anyone away, but being alone when things are hard is the pits.â
I saw, as I often did, that shadow in Megâs eyes. Some time, somewhere, she had been in trouble alone, and the experience still haunted her. But close as we three were, shenever alluded to whatever had happened. Lucy and I had speculated a time or two, but all we knew for sure was that whatever it was, it had occurred before we knew her.
âYou guys are the greatest.â I hugged Meg, then Lucy. I hesitated a minute, then said, âGray and I had an idea.â
Lucy all but clapped her hands. âYou two? This is bound to be good.â
âA dog.â
Meg and Lucy looked at each other and grinned.
âBig?â Meg asked.
Lucy nodded. âWith lots of teeth.â
âWe were going to suggest it to you.â Meg rinsed the empty lemonade pitcher.
I laughed. âYou sure you donât mind, Meg? Itâs your house, after all.â
âDonât think twice about it.â Meg sliced a lemon to float in the new pitcher of lemonade she was making. âYouâre much more important than unscratched doors or hairless clothes.â
âHairless clothes we never have anyway, courtesy of Tipsy,â I pointed out helpfully.
âWhat do you think about a Doberman?â Lucy asked, ignoring the slur on her catâs grooming. âThey snarl really well.â
âThis is going to upset Tipsy,â I warned. Personally, I