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But Ceely isnât listening. âYouâll have fun,â she insists, as if Esther might confuse Cedar Shores with a Princess cruise to the Bahamas. Ceely is like a yappy dog, the kind that wonât let go once it sinks its teeth into your calf. âI forgot! Thereâs concierge service. Twenty-four hours a day.â
âWell, I have Milo,â Esther sniffs.
âMilo?â Ceely cries, in disbelief.
âDo you have a problem with Milo? Last week he fixed the toilet when it wouldnât stop running. And he has such nice manner. He takes his Cubs hat off whenever he sees me.â
After Marty died, Esther worried that she relied too much on Milo. More and more she called on him to repair the things that once she might have overlookedârunning toilets, clanging radiators. She enjoyed watching him work, the way he held the light-bulbs with the tips of his fingers, as if he were handling quailsâ eggs. She noted the way he set a faded beach towel on her kitchen floor and arranged his tools on it, before tending to the leaky faucet. He hummed while he worked, but rarely spoke. Perhaps he was reluctant to speak a language he could not command. Yet when he misappropriated verb tenses and turned simple declarative sentences into questions, Esther gently corrected him and he didnât mind. At first, Esther thought he might be Russian, but then, through the grapevine, she learned that Milo Belic, his wife Lena, and his mother, had moved to Chicago from Serbia three years ago. It was rumored that in Belgrade he had worked as a lawyer or a doctor.
Now Ceely is saying, âItâs not your faucets that concern me.â
âThen I donât know what youâre worried about.â Esther slapsa six of hearts on a seven of diamonds. âBesides, he used to be a doctor.â
âHe used to be a paramedic.â Ceely exaggerates the words and rolls her eyes.
âDoctor. Paramedic.â Esther shrugs. âAnd another thing.â She pauses to set a nine of spades on red hearts. âWhat was last Thursday about? You showed up out of the blue, hustled me into the car, and drove me to that place with the mauve napkins. You wouldnât even give me time to change.â
âYou looked fine, Ma.â
âI suppose for a place like that, I looked fine. But nobody would have mistaken me for Zsa Zsa Gabor.â
âTrust me. You looked fine. We were just going to check it out.â
âAha!â Esther slaps down an eight of diamonds. âSo you admit it. You kidnapped me.â
âKidnapped?â Ceely rolls her eyes. âWe had a date. Donât you remember?â
âI remember plenty. I remember staying up all night with you when you had the croup. And how about that episode in Vermont?â Esther doesnât mention the time Ceely moved back home to find herself, having had enough of that commune in Vermont. Papers and books, suede boots and turtleneck sweaters were strewn from one corner of the house to the other. For three months, Ceely camped out at the dining room table translating poems by Fernando Pessoa, a writer Esther has never understood, not even in English. But why bring all that up now?
âI won!â Esther cries, as she sets down another card. Then she sweeps up the deck and as she sets up a new game she volunteers that Mrs. Singh was mugged. âThere. I hope youâre satisfied.â
âSatisfied?â Ceely cocks her head to one side, as if trying to make sense of a childâs musings. âI wouldnât say that. But it goesto prove that the neighborhood isnât safe. Youâll be much better off moving.â
âSafe, schmafe,â Esther says. âNow sit a minute.â
Ignoring her, Ceely draws a box of All-Bran from the bag as if sheâd pulled a rabbit from a hat. âTa-da!â
Esther sighs and rolls her eyes. How many times has she told Ceely that she likes Lucky
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