Charlie glanced out the window of the Boeing 737 as it flew past Long Beach, California. He had brought a book, thinking that he might kindle an interest in reading on the two and a half hour flight from Portland to San Diego. That plan didn’t work out however. He had never been much of a reader before and it didn’t look like that was going to change any time soon. The book remained in his lap as he flew south, back to the town where he was born and where he hoped to continue stitching his life back together. His mind was free to roam as he sat back as far as the seat would allow, and he used that freedom to review the past three weeks.
The memorial service for Duane had been harder on him than he expected. LuAnn looked drawn, and more frail than her normally thin frame usually looked. Her eyes were red, as if her tears had tattooed her grief into her flesh. The smoker’s cough was worse, suggesting long hours of finding solace in those packs of death instead of sleeping. Charlie had expected LuAnn to be above grief such as he had felt after losing Stevie. Why she should be any more impervious to the effects of losing a loved one than he had been, he couldn’t say.
LuAnn was surprised to see him there at the church, and when she did she put her arms around his neck and her head against his shoulder, gently sobbing and unwilling to let go for several minutes. Perhaps it was because she knew about Charlie’s own dance with death, and she felt a kinship with a fellow sufferer.
All that Charlie felt at first was awkwardness, This was something that he had never been able to do in his life, and his impulse was to disengage from the embrace and leave the church as quickly as possible. That is what he would have done at any time before the last two months.
On this day however, he had memories of his conversations with LuAnn, with D’Andra, with Rachael and Billy. Charlie knew that it was important that he stand and offer consolation to his friend, even if he had no way of knowing if he was doing anything the right way or the wrong way, so he stood and held LuAnn’s thin and softly shaking body against his own.
He thought of the weight and health that he had added to his own body the past few months and wished that he could simply transfer some of that to LuAnn if only he could hold her long enough. And perhaps something like that did happen. When at last LuAnn released her grip around his neck and stepped back away from him she had ceased to sob or tremble.
“Now I know how you were feeling, Charlie. I think I understand you better now than I ever did before,” she told him.
“You probably do,” he replied. “And so you should also know that we can recover from it, with a little help from others. Whatever you need, and whenever you need it, just call on me. Remember. Whatever it is.”
Other friends and family then surrounded LuAnn and she went to sit in the front of the church. Charlie went to the back row and took his place between Jason and Tank. Jason openly expressed his discomfort at being surrounded by a bunch of people who believed in fairy tales. Tank was a little bit more comfortable, although he was Catholic and felt awkward in a Protestant church.
“In my community, Latino and Catholic were like saying the same thing” Tank told him. “This here, it’s kinda like the same as being in a Catholic church, but at the same time it’s all different too.”
“So, how did you come by the name of Tank?” Charlie asked before the service started.
“Well, I was always bigger than the other kids in my neighborhood, and they began to call me ‘El Tanque.’”
Charlie looked at Tank uncomprehendingly.
“”El Tanque” he repeated. “You know, The Tank. Like a Sherman tank. Well, it just sorta stuck. You know what? I like it. Who’s gonna mess around with a guy named El Tanque?”
Charlie acknowledged the wisdom of that, and soon the service began. Jason fidgeted and looked like he might bolt at any minute, while Tank sometimes said something softly in Spanish and did that crossing thing that Catholics do between head and chest and their two shoulders.
Charlie’s attention, though, was mostly on the speaker. He guessed that he was a priest or pastor, or whatever they called him, and he listened carefully as that person spoke of a victory over death, of a place where Duane was whole and without pain in his leg and things like that. He spoke of death not being final, but instead being the beginning of a new life, and how God was present here in this world of suffering and there in the next world where suffering ceased to exist, and was tying the two together and making all things make sense in the end.
Charlie thought of Stevie not as the pale, battered corpse that he had been called to view in the Clasp County Morgue, or the body thumping up against a pier in the middle of the Columbia River imploring him to jump and join her. No, if this man was right, Stevie was now an even happier and more perfect model of a beautiful person than the one that he had previously adored, and was only waiting until he could join her in his own natural time. That picture gave Charlie a chill, and he wished desperately that this message was the truth.
“I’lll have to bounce this off of the guys at the Key and Lock,” Charlie told himself. He knew what Walt would think of it, and was pretty sure that Billy would not be sold on that idea either. Dom, Ted and Joe however might have another point of view.
“Rachael!” he thought. “I’ll have to speak to her about this. She’s more into this stuff than anyone I know. I’ll see how she views this idea.”
But he didn’t get a chance to do that before his trip to San Diego. Now that he had decided to make that trip he applied himself with even more energy than usual to the task of completing his remodel job for Carolyn. He was on the job at precisely nine in the morning and worked with little more than a lunch break if there was enough to do in a single day. At the end of two weeks after the memorial service he was dusting tile and countertops, adjusting the level on the gas range, and giving the cabinet doors their last swing open and shut to ensure smooth motion and balance. Carolyn was very pleased with his work.
“Charlie, this is better than I ever imagined that it could be,” she said as she took her first walk through the completed project. “This is exactly what I wanted. I feel as if Mom could walk through that door at any moment.”
“I’m glad that you like it,” Charlie replied. “And that’s not just blowing smoke. I really do appreciate that you took a chance on me when I didn’t look like such a good horse to bet on. Your confidence in me gave me back some confidence in myself, and that was worth more than the pay itself. Well, maybe by only a little bit.”
Carolyn just looked at Charlie for a moment, wondering where that thought had come from. She had worked with Charlie for nearly a month, off and on, and he was not given to expressing thoughts like that. Charlie could sense her puzzlement.
“I learned about that stuff from my counselor,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t usually think up smart stuff like that on my own.”
Carolyn laughed with him and assured him that her confidence had been amply repaid.
“And speaking of pay,” she said, “here’s your final draw.” She handed him a check which signified her satisfaction that the job was finished.
Charlie thanked her and said “You know, I’m a little bit sad that this is finished. I have really enjoyed working with Luke and you, and this was the first job that I’ve had in a while that was actually fun again. I hope that it can stay like that for me now. I’m guessing that it will.”
“I hope so too,” Carolyn said. “And while were on the subject, do you have any other work lined up now?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I’m converting a garage into a family room over in Parker’s Landing. I’ll start in maybe two weeks.”
“Oh,” Carolyn responded. “Well, the reason I asked is because I want to make you a proposition. Have you got time to sit down for a few minutes?”
Charlie agreed and sat at his usual place at the table, which now rested closer to the dining area window and farther away from sink and stove. Carolyn sat down opposite him and launched directly into the topic which she had in mind.
“I’ve told you a little about my work Charlie, how I purchase houses and renovate them to a level such that I can make a good profit and still give the buyer a good home.” Charlie nodded and Carolyn continued. “And I’ve also told you that I am not entirely satisfied with the general contractor whom I usually use for this work. Since I began helping you on this project I’m beginning to notice how he cuts corners, does some things ‘good enough,’ and simply doesn’t pay attention to details. Not the way that you do anyway. When I all him out on something, I get a look that I don’t like. Oh, he does what I tell him, but there’s no real respect for the work, as far as I can see, and there’s no respect for me either, I think.
So what I’m thinking is that I would like to replace him, and if you would be interested, I would like to hire you. If you would like to general the whole deal, that would be great. If you would rather work alone, and just do some of my work, that would be OK too. Either way, I would like for you to still work for me in some capacity. I trust your work and I appreciate the way you respect me. As a woman, and still relatively new to the business that I’m in, both of those things mean a lot to me.”
Charlie didn’t take long to accept Carolyn’s offer. He could fulfill his obligations to the remodel at Parker’s Landing easily enough while preparing to take over the construction end of Carolyn’s business. He would begin immediately as a consultant, supervising the work that was already underway, which would release Carolyn to find more houses which showed promise of being acquired and profitably resold.
“There is one thing though,” Charlie said. “Next week I will be flying to San Diego for the weekend, and maybe a little bit longer if needed. It is very important to me that I make this trip. Once I return I should have no distractions other than a short hunting trip in August. I’m taking a friend who’s got a disability, so it won’t be a long one.”
Carolyn smiled broadly at him when she answered. “You enjoy your trip to San Diego, and it just figures that you’re taking a disabled guy on a hunting trip. You know, you really have a heart for other people Charlie, and it shows all over you.”
Charlie blushed at this unexpected praise and replied “You may not have thought that about me for most of my life.”
“Well, maybe you’re right. But this model of Charlie Hamer is the only one that I know, and this is what I see.”
They spoke further about Charlie’s new position, which was to begin immediately and with pay, and Charlie told her of Jason. “He’s a guy who has been homeless, I think, since he got out of the Army. Or nearly that long. He’s now getting his life back together too.” And then he asked her approval of giving him a chance on her work. Carolyn just laughed and said “Oh, yeah. This guy who never had a heart for people! Of course you can give him a chance on my work.”
At last Charlie stood to leave. He loved the feelings that he had experienced here in this kitchen with this sharp and compassionate person. But it was time to attend to other things. Charlie walked to the door and promised to be ready in the morning to begin supervision of the work of her contractor. At the doorway Carolyn stood until he had cleared the storm door and was prepared to close it, and then spoke once again to him.
“Oh, and Charlie.”
“Yes’” he replied.
“I just want to thank you for sleeping in your truck while the exterior wall was open. That was very sweet of you and I felt very protected.”
Charlie’s jaw dropped and he turned bright crimson as he realized that he hadn’t been nearly as clever as he had thought. He recovered quickly though and said with an embarrassed smile “Well, I had to keep you safe so that I could get paid.” They both laughed and Charlie drove away feeling something like ecstasy.
That feeling of elation had not entirely worn off as the day arrived for Charlie to board the plane to San diego. He had expected that he would be nervous about flying to his old home to begin the process of trying to renew contact with Maureen and Jack, but the nerves were not nearly what he had expected. The events of the last three months had made a huge difference on Charlie, and he viewed the journey that he was now on with a mix of anxiety and excitement, in what ration and proportion he wasn’t entirely sure.
As the airplane began to make its descent toward Lindbergh Field he decided that excitement was winning the contest. Beach communities passed underneath him and now he could see the greatly changed skyline of downtown San Diego. His heart began to beat just a little faster, and when the wheels touched the ground an unexpected sensation of being home greeted him.
Charlie’s mother had offered to pick him up at the airport but he had declined. “No, Mom. I’ll want my own wheels,” he had told her, and she was too excited about having her son visiting as if from among the dead to offer any resistance. It didn’t take twenty minutes for him to be in a car and driving up the hill towards the Hillcrest neighborhood, and home.
Elaine Hamer was on the front porch waiting for Charlie before the car rolled to a stop two houses down the street from her residence. Charlie knew that she would be sitting in a chair in front of the big picture window and watching for him, and so he wasn’t surprised at her greeting.
“Hi Mom,” he said as if he was just getting home from school. Mrs. Hamer couldn’t say anything back; she just softly clapped her hands again and again as he walked up the flagstone path from the sidewalk to the house and mounted the stares to the porch. When he arrived at the top she threw both hands into the air and wrapped her arms around her son.
Charlie had begun to learn the art of the hug and was able to return her embrace, which lasted longer than all of their previous embraces combined, he thought. At length she commented that he must be hungry, which in fact he was. She ushered him into his old home for a lunch that would have satisfied three Charlie Hamers.
Finally, after eating and stowing his suitcase in his old bedroom, he sat down in the living room and began to get down to the point of his trip.
“So, Mom,” he began. “I’m going to take this first day easy and relax right here. I might take a walk in the neighborhood, or if you have any small repairs that are needed I could probably take care of them. But tomorrow I’m going to start trying to find Maureen and Jack. Have you been in touch with them at all, or with their parents?”
“No,” I haven’t seen Maureen or Jack in years, and I’m frankly unhappy about that. I liked Maureen, and Jack is my grandson, after all. I would have thought that I would get a little consideration”
Charlie was surprised to learn that there was another casualty in this affair; that there was another bleeding wound. He considered carefully what to say next.
“Well, Mom, I think you have a right to be upset. But I don’t believe that anything was done as an intentional slight to you. Maureen liked you too, and her withdrawing from contact with you just shows how hurt she was by this whole thing. Maybe if I can start a little healing, things can loosen up and you can reconnect too.”
And then an idea that Charlie hadn’t expected occurred to him. “You know, Mom, this affair was probably as hard on Maureen as Dad leaving us was on you. Maybe it was even harder for her, since at least all of us were still alive. Do you think that’s possible?”
Elaine quit rocking her chair. There was no expression on her face that Charlie could read. She simply stared out the window for what seemed like several minutes, but was actually much less than that. Finally, she began to rock her chair again slightly, and then looked at her son.
“Yes, I suppose that is possible. Very possible. I hadn’t thought of it in that context, but it could be. The circumstances were very different though, so I would have to think about that.”
“How so, Mom. How were they different?”
Charlie and his mother had never discussed his father before; he had never asked and she had never brought up his name. In fact, Charlie realized, he didn’t even know his father’s name! Mrs. Hamer thought a minute more and then spoke to Charlie on this topic for the first time.
“Everything that happened to your family was an accident, son. Stephanie’s death was not your fault. It wasn’t her fault either, and it damn sure wasn’t Maureen’s fault. Sometimes when you roll life’s dice you get sevens and sometimes you get snake eyes. Like the saying goes; ‘shit happens.’ Well, it happened to you. I’ll not criticize how you handled it either, since I haven’t walked an inch in your shoes, much less a mile. I guess I handled my grief a little better, but like I said, mine was different. What went on in our house was no accident.”
Elaine quit speaking and stared back out the big window. Charlie sat quietly on the sofa. It was the same sofa that he would lie on as a child when he was sick. He would watch the television and sleep, and wait until his body began to heal enough for him to keep down chicken with rice soup and Jello with cottage cheese and pineapple chunks in it. He thought of that healing, and how he hoped that it would be replayed here once again. Elaine continued to look out the window, and at last Charlie prompted her to continue.
“So,” he said softly. “So how was it different, Mom? If you want to tell me, that is.”
Elaine looked back at her son, and in a low and soft but clear voice and with dry eyes began to speak. “I kicked him out of the house.”
Charlie was shocked. “I thought that he left to play the high roller,” he said.
“Oh, he was a high roller all right,” Elaine replied. “He made good money. Always did. And he could flash a big wad any time that he liked. But he was a player too. He wasn’t satisfied with having a wife and a family and a home, and he wasn’t particularly concerned with keeping it a secret from me either. He was not usually mean, but he really didn’t care about us at all. We gave him a veneer of respectability, but I got tired of being used as a prop on his stage.”
Charlie was shocked to learn this about his father. He didn’t know why he was shocked, exactly, but this was not the picture that he had expected. He wondered what else he had wrong, and pressed his mother for more information.
“I was asked by my counsellor – oh, yes. I’m seeing a professional who’s helping me to get my life back together. So I was asked about my relationship with my father, and I realized that I don’t remember anything about him, really. She thinks it might be good for me to know something about him; it might help me to get myself sorted out. If you don’t mind talking about it, could you share some memories with me?”
Well, I suppose that I don’t mind. Not really,” she said. “But I don’t get any pleasure out of it. Your father usually ignored you and the other kids, but you most of all. You were the youngest and I think he was tired of kids by the time that you came along. You also had an independent streak that irked him. He always wanted to be the star of the show, even if he didn’t have a show worth watching, and you didn’t worship him enough, I guess. He would push you to do things that you didn’t want to do.”
Things like what, Mom?”
“Well, I do you remember Bobby Crowe?” Charlie nodded in the affirmative. “You remember how he used to bully you? Well, your father knew that you were not an aggressive kid and he said that he was going to “make a man out of you.” So he took you up to the playground one day when he saw Bobby there and told you to go stand up to him.”
“Shit, I don’t remember anything like that!”
“Well, it happened. You didn’t want any part of it but he wasn’t going to let you leave until you stood up to Bobby.”
“So what happened? I don’t remember ever getting into a fight with Bobby. He pushed me around until I graduated from high school, but I don’t remember a fight.”
“That’s because there wasn’t one. Your brother, Clark, saw what was going on and came home and told me. I went up to the playground and intervened. While he was explaining himself to me you slipped away and climbed up in the big pine tree that grew in front of the Hennings’ house and stayed there until nightfall.”
Charlie declared that he did not remember any such thing.
“Well it’s all true,” she said. “Chet always insisted on having dinner at four thirty in the afternoon, and when you didn’t come home until nearly dark he was mad, but I told him that if he said one word to you, well, let’s just say that he was in our bedroom pouting when you got home.
And then there was the time in the back yard. We had guests over for a barbecue. You remember the Burtons who lived on the corner?”
“Again, Charlie shook his head in the negative.”
“Well, they moved when you were seven or so. Anyway, he was fiddling around with Mrs. Burton then, or maybe he hadn’t gotten that far yet and was still trying to impress her. Anyway, you and Clark and Emily and their little girl, I can’t remember her name, were playing in the yard while Chet was cooking. You threw a dirt clod up into the air for some silly but innocent reason and it came down on that little girl’s head. It didn’t hurt her really, there was no blood or even a bump, but it scared her and she started to squeal like an angry tomcat. Chet took off his belt and lowered your pants right there in front of everybody and whipped you until you nearly passed out. You don’t remember that either?”
Charlie shook his head again to signify that he did not remember, and he now began to wonder how much more he had suppressed, and what D’Andra would make of this. His mother began to talk again though and interrupted his thought.
“I didn’t know what I would do if I left him. I had no skill that I could use in the labor force. A lot of women were in that position back then. I felt powerless, and as much a victim as you were. I thought that I just had to be quiet and take it. That day though, I began to wake up.
On that day I finally told him that that was enough. I pulled your pants back up and took you into the house, and I made you a dinner in there. He was really mad at me that night, and I thought that he might start in on me too. He had been drinking that day and continued to do so into the night. I think he passed out before he could get to that point though, and he forgot the whole thing by the next day.
Mr. Burton finally learned about the affair and they left that house on the corner. I don’t know if they divorced, but they probably did. Mr. Burton was a pretty big man, but your father moved in higher circles and knew people, so he simply came over one day and cussed Chet out and we never saw that family again.”
Charlie’s head was spinning by all of this information that was entirely new to him, and he pressed on to learn more about this man who was a total stranger to him.
“So, how did his leaving come about?” he asked.
“Well like I said, he didn’t just leave. I kicked his ass out of the house. I almost kicked it right out the door. By the time that you were finishing elementary school I had had enough. He was usually careful enough to not do anything that would show up on a police blotter but I had no guarantee that we were safe, so I went to our friends, the Turpins, the Essexes, and the O’Leerys, and I borrowed enough money to hire a good divorce lawyer. In no time he had Chet out the front door with nothing but his clothes.
Our friends were more than happy to help. They had watched him over the years and knew that he was trouble. He could be a charmer when he wanted to, and we had friends, but making friends and keeping friends was two different things. Soon enough they could see his true colors. They swore under oath about the things they had witnessed, and this house, and those exceedingly ‘generous’ alimony and child support checks?” My lawyer wrung them out of his cheap hide, and the judge smiled when he dropped the gavel on him.”
Elaine then turned her head and looked back out the window. There was a glitter in her eye and her jaw was set so that Charlie doubted that he could open it with his wrecking bar.
“So I’m really confused now about something, Mom. After he left I would sometimes see you sad, and I didn’t know what in the world I could do about it. I thought you were sad because it was an anniversary or a birthday or something. What was that really all about?”
“You were actually right about those times. They were anniversaries and so forth; days that were special to me.”
“But, with all of that history, why did they make you sad?”
Elaine turned and looked directly at Charlie and said “On those days I remembered the dreams that I had when Chet and I first met and married. I remembered how a girl from a poor family of Okies who fled the dust bowl and came to California met her Prince Charming. He would come into a restaurant where I was working my first and only job on his lunch break. I remembered moving into my first home of my own, my first dance, my first sex. Oh, yes. Don’t look so scandalized. How do you think you got here?
I thought that I had moved into my best daydream, but it was not long after you were born that I learned that I’d moved into my worst nightmare. I remembered the day we met, our first date, when he proposed to me and when we married. His birthday, your birthday, and Clark’s and Emily’s. Each one of those days had once been a blessing to my heart, and later became a bitter epitaph to my dead dreams of how it was supposed to be.”
Charlie was stunned and sat in silence as he tried to process all that he had just heard. He had believed that his father had been a non-factor in his life and now had learned that he had been a terror to him. He had believed too that his mother was abandoned and lonely. Instead, she was the victorious survivor who cherished her freedom from the oppressive hand of this faceless father of his.
“So Mom, I’ve been feeling guilty lately because I never could help you when I saw you were down. I’m thinking now that you were down, but in a lot different way than I thought you were. I don’t know now if there was any way that I could have helped. Was there any way?”
“I probably was in a different state than you could have imagined, and I suppose that I could have used a hug back then, but I didn’t know how to ask for one. I had pretty much given up on sentimental stuff by then and felt like I had nothing to offer to anyone.
Fact of the matter, I’ve felt bad myself for a good many years because I was never able to be there for you. You would get hurt, by your own doing or at your father’s hand, or get picked on by that damned Bobby Crowe, and I could clean you up and put a band aid on the worst of it, but I could never give you a hug, or even think of a word to say to you that would help.
I was so bound up in my own troubles that I couldn’t find a soft shoulder for you, and as time passed, my anger and bitterness about how life had turned out for me seemed to grow instead of wane. By the time you met Maureen I felt like I was your nanny more than I was you mother, and that by my own choice. Clark and Emily had grown up and moved out as quickly as they could by then and there was only us, and when you met her, she and her family took that responsibility off of my shoulders it seemed.
And I was glad to give it up. I loved you and Clark and Emily. I celebrated your victories and suffered for you all when you stumbled, but I didn’t know how on earth to connect with you on any more than the most superficial level. I have friends, true enough, but it’s still like that. We give each other enough support to keep a friendship alive but not much more than that.
That is not the girl that I used to be. What I became was the result of being pressed and squeezed and deformed by my fifteen years with Chet. I could protect you from him, but I couldn’t give you much more than that, and for that I am truly sorry.”
Elaine sat back in her rocking chair but did not allow herself to relax. The jaw was still set, the spine rigid and straight, her chest rising and falling with short, shallow breaths, as if trying to vent off the anger that her story had dredged up from a vault of painful memories.
Charlie sat equally still, trying to begin to sort this new information that was exploding into his brain. He didn’t need D’Andra to realize that his inability to extend comfort to other hurting people did not arise from his father. It was his mother, who was a victim herself, and who’s wounds had locked her heart in an iron cage for which no key could be found, that had modeled this aloofness.
Now, as she approached her eighth decade of life, she had opened up to Charlie and allowed some of that hurt to ooze out onto the old, familiar living room floor; a floor that Charlie once played on, and where he had stretched out on a rug watching the television with Maureen, whispering things in her ear that would make her giggle and punch him lightly on the shoulder. He thought of LuAnn, who had just lost her husband and was pouring out her grief to God and to family and friends, and who opened her heart to receive comfort in return and regain her balance.
Elaine Hamer never had those blessings; didn’t know how it all worked. Charlie hadn’t either, until recently at any rate. But as he looked at his mother he felt the beginnings of a caring response such as he had never experience towards her in his life. He thought of Rachael and her damaged eye, Jason and Billy struggling to live and move on with the trauma of what they had experienced in war, and LuAnn, and it was as if a tide of human caring had at last ceased its ebb and slowly began to flow in his life.
He had no idea how it would be accepted, but he decided that he would not try to staunch that flow. This was not a time to think of Civil War battles or problems in matching drywall to plaster. Charlie looked at his mother, sitting proud yet wounded in her chair, lonely and still a victim of the disappointment that she had experienced in her life.
“Mom, would you let me hold you now?” he asked.
She stared at Charlie as if she didn’t understand his words.
“I know. We don’t do this sort of thing; either of us. It’s weird for me too. But if it’s OK, I would like to hug you. I’ll keep it short, if your like, but I wish you would let me.”
Charlie could see emotions playing behind the eyes of his mother, and he could only guess at what they could be. He rose up from his place on the sofa and walked half-way to the chair where his mother was sitting and stood there.
She looked at him and said “We’ve hugged before. We did on the porch, just today.”
“Yes, I know,” he said. “That was ‘hello.’ This one would be ‘I know that you’re hurting. This one would be ‘I want to help you carry the load.’ This one would be ‘I love you, regardless of our history.’”
Elaine sat for a minute longer and then, slowly and almost mechanically, she rose up and walked the few feet to where her son stood. He wrapped his arms around his mother and pulled her gently against his chest.
And then, little by little, he felt the beginning of a melting, like springtime on a snowfield. The spine softened and the head lowered onto Charlie’s shoulder. No words were said; not a muscle moved, but two souls shifted with a power that could shake mountains.
After a long embrace Elaine let go and returned to her chair. Charlie stood still for a moment longer, and then returned to his place on the sofa. Elaine was rocking her chair again but the motion was more fluid and easy, a rocking of the cradle as opposed to a burning of nervous energy. Charlie could see the change and wondered if a change could also be seen in him as well. At last Elaine spoke to her son.
“Charlie, I know that you were going to wait until tomorrow to start looking for Maureen and Jack, but I suggest that you start right away. I’ve been wound up tight as a drum for most of my life and it looks like I’ve shared that curse with you. You’ve come here with a good mission in mind. An important mission. I suggest that you get busy with it now.”