Lester and I looked across the table at each other and suddenly we began to grin and gave each other a high five, just as Dad came back in the kitchen.
“Al,” he said, “Sylvia wants to talk to you.” He was smiling. His cheeks were pink, his eyes sparkled.
“Me?” I slowly lowered my hand, and could feel my face redden. I had talked to her with ice in my voice and slammed the phone down on the table. I’d torn her
picture
in pieces, for heaven’s sake!
“What … what’ll I
say?
” I choked.
“How about
Merry Christmas?
” Dad said, smiling still.
I went down the hall and picked up the phone.
“Alice, I want you to know what’s going on,” she said. “There was a Christmas program at our school this afternoon, and when I got back to my flat, Jim Sorringer was waiting for me in the landlady’s parlor.” And then, as though she was talking with a friend—she
was
talking with a friend—she said, “That is
so
like him. Just up and decides he’s going to do something, and … I had no idea he was coming. He evidently thought he
could change my mind about things by surprising me here, but I explained to him that I am madly in love with your dad, and I think he finally got the message. He’s on his way back to London, to spend Christmas there. I know how stories get around, though, and wanted you to know that I had nothing to do with his visit. Nothing has changed between me and your dad.”
“Oh, Sylvia! I love you! I really, truly do!” I cried. “Merry Christmas!”
“Well, sweetheart, I love you, too,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “And I hope you have the best Christmas ever!”
When she hung up, I walked slowly to the kitchen and gazed unblinking at my family.
“Helloooo!” Lester said, waving one hand in front of me.
I blinked. “Dad,” I said. “You know that picture I like of Sylvia? The one you took of her in her blue-green dress?”
“Yes, I know the one,” Dad said.
“Could you get me another print? Something happened to the one I had.”
Dad studied me for a minute. Then he said, “I suppose that could be arranged. What size did you want, Al? Four by six? Five by seven?”
“Poster size?” I said, and gave him a sheepish grin.
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Reluctantly Alice
All But Alice
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Alice In-Between
Alice the Brave
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Outrageously Alice
Achingly Alice
Alice on the Outside
The Grooming of Alice
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