"So they took
care of you until your relatives showed up?" Mr. Zephyr said. His voice
was so gentle, it made me want to cry. Doni nodded. She sniffled a little when
I reached up to her in the front passenger seat and took hold of her hand.
"How long was that?"
"About..."
She frowned for a few seconds and the fingers on the hand I was holding
twitched a little, so I guessed she was counting. "About seven
weeks."
Mr. Zephyr growled
something that sounded Chinese. It was a good guess he was cussing, like
Granddad did sometimes. Doni's eyes got big. Then she giggled.
"Sorry about
that." He shook his head and gave us both a crooked grin. Then he pulled
into the driveway of our house, right behind the glossy black Lincoln that
belonged to Mr. Carr.
The nice thing about
Mr. Carr was that he wasn't afraid to do manual labor or get his hands or even
his clothes dirty. Of course, there wasn't any dust on the furniture or books
we hauled home from Divine's, but the possibility of it counted. Mr. Carr came
outside in his light gray, three-piece summertime lawyer suit, and helped haul
that furniture upstairs to Doni's room.
Before that, he bowed to Doni and shook her hand and said he was very pleased to meet her. Gram had told him the whole story already, so he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he talked about Mr. Zephyr's upcoming research trip, and offered to help find someone to rent the big old Zephyr farmhouse while they were away.
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