“I’ll tell him.”
He was silent for a moment, nodded, and signed.
“What are your plans for the future?” he said, with some desolation on his face.
“Don't know yet!” Even if I stayed at the hotel, Leo and Dennis’s showing up would make it impossible for me to escape the gossip.
He nodded. “Keep in touch.”
I smiled, “The vegetation in the yard still needs your attention.” I had no intention of selling the house in HL Area. After Clariana went to college and had her own life, I might still want to come back to HL Area. This was where I grew up, and this was where I ended up.
He nodded and smiled. “Let’s have dinner sometime. Joey doesn’t know you’re leaving yet. The kids are on good terms. At least let them say goodbye.”
After answering, I went straight back to the yard. It was late August, and the fruits and vegetables in the backyard were ripe. By this time, more seeds should have been sown.
But we were leaving now, so naturally we couldn’t plant any more.
I didn’t pack much of Clariana’s clothes or luggage, and I didn’t pack much of mine, just a few changes.
Dinner with Nathan and Joey was on weekends. I told Clariana we were leaving ahead of time, so she was prepared, but she still felt bad.
She, who had always been noisy, suddenly became sensible. She handed Joey her Lucky money and her favorite things, saying softly, “Mom said it’s not convenient for us to bring these things. Please keep them for me, and I’ll come back to you later.”
Joey, always silent, was even more silent. He looked up at me and said, “Clara, when are you and Clariana coming back?”
I couldn’t answer the question for a while, so I said after thinking for a while, “We’ll come back sometime for holidays.”
He heard we’d be back, and his rare smile came to him, “Dad and I will wait for you in HL Area for Christmas.”
I almost forgot it would soon be Christmas day. “Okay, Clariana and I will be back for Christmas.”
Hearing this answer, both children felt better.
Nathan didn't say much. After a long silence, he looked at me and said, “Are you going to City P?”
I shook my head. “Probably not for a while.”
Clariana was young, and I never took her back to Newton Town. Now that she was older, I wanted to take her to See Diana in Newton Town. I hadn’t talked to her in all these years. I didn’t know how.
After saying goodbye and returning from dinner, Clariana held me wistfully. I knew she couldn’t bear to leave.
After I put her to bed, I called Dennis.
When the phone was answered, he said in a charming voice, “I just took out my cell phone and wanted to call you, and you called. Are we on the same page?”
I smiled, looked out the window at the moon, and said, “I quit my job at the hotel.”
He seemed unsurprised. “Well,” he said dryly, “with your knowledge and vision, staying in a hotel is not enough for you.”
I smiled. Was that a compliment?
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Please Love Me, Mr. George