father donât see eye to eye has nothing at all to do with the fact that your father is a schoolteacher. Itâs that secretly, way down deep, he and your grandfather are too much alike.â
âIn other words, proud,â Freddi said.
âYes,â Klee agreed. âThey are both very, very proud.â
âAnd very, very stubborn,â Klee said.
âOh, yes,â Freddi said happily. âWhich accounts for the feud.â
âYou see,â Klee said, âyour father is fifteen years older than I am, and Iâm the next oldest. So for years and years he had to bear the brunt of your grandparentsâ quarreling all by himself.â
âThatâs why he canât stand an argument of any kind to this day,â Freddi said. âHe heard so much arguing growing up.â
âHe tended to side with Gram,â Klee said. âNot that we blame him. Your grandfather can be a regular Tartar when he wants to be.â
âGrief, Klee, not a Tartar. The old boy isnât that bad. Donât make him out to be Attila the Hun. Imagine what it must be like to be lawfully married to a woman with an official paper forbidding you to touch her.â
âThere wasnât any such paper until years later, Fred. Not until after Uncle Rob nearly killed Mom being born.â
âAt any rate, Austen, your father never said much to your grandfather, but when it came time for him to go to the universityââ Here Freddiâs voice began to quaver.
âDo you want to have a good long cry, Fred?â Klee said savagely. âGo ahead. Iâll wait while you have your bawl.â
âIâm not going to cry, Klee. Itâs just all so sad. You know it is. What happened, Old Mole, is thatââ
ââoff he went and didnât come back for four years!â Klee ended triumphantly.
âKittredge pride,â Freddi said.
âAnd Kittredge stubbornness,â Klee said in a fatalistic, delighted voice.
âHey, you up there, Buddy?â It was Uncle Rob, calling from the foot of the attic stairs. âYouâre wanted down here, kid. Your dadâs getting ready to go back down the line.â
âAh,â Klee said. âThe moment of truth has arrived. Flee while you can, Old Toad. Flee before you become consumed by Kittredge pride and stubbornness, like the rest of us.â
âThatâs silly, Klee. How can you tell him such drivel? Heâs just a boy visiting his grandparents.â
âFly away, fly away!â Klee cried melodramatically, though I had the distinct impression that she did not want me to leave the Farm, any more than I wanted to.
Just how I would tell this to my father, however, was more than I knew. I wasnât at all sure I could tell him, and I dreaded the awful moment when I would have to announce my decision more than I had ever dreaded anything in my life.
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They were waiting for me in the kitchen. Dad, Rob, and my grandmother. âWell, Bud,â Dad said, âwhat do you say? How do you like it here?â
âI love it,â I said, âbut I miss you.â
He grinned. âThatâs natural. I miss you, too.â
Everyone was looking at me: my father, Rob, my little aunts, whoâd followed me down from the cupola to be on hand for my big decision. Most of all, though, I was aware of my grandmotherâs presence. She was standing at the table putting the best silver back in its chest, and she was watching me intently with those sharp, dark, kind, and eternally expectant eyes. Yet if it was my grandmother I was most aware of, it was my father who best understood my predicament and how to make this momentous decision easy for me.
âAusten, would you like to stay on with your grandparents for a while longer this summer?â
You bet I would! Staying on for
a while.
That was the operative phrase. Now when my grandfather returned from Labrador he would find me
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