quick cheerleaderâs jump into the air. âCan he stay here, Rosemary?â
âSo, heâs a Philip, is he?â Rosemary asked. The idea of more company than Lizzie was not appealing to her. She wasnât ready for strangers. âHe doesnât throw shoes, does he?â Lizzie widened her eyes at this, but Rosemary waved the comment away.
âListen,â Lizzie said, and kissed the top of Rosemaryâs head. âIâll tell you all about this tomorrow. Right now Iâm going upstairs to curl up in bed and think about Philip and practice kissing the back of my hand.â Rosemary smiled. Maybe Philip would decide not to come after all. âActually,â Lizzie added. She was picking at a red lump just above her knee that looked like a mosquito bite. âI need to go up to bed, turn out the light, and think about how Iâm going to handle this mess.â
âSweet dreams,â Rosemary told her, and hoped that when she herself fell asleep, her own dreams would be a bit sweeter.
THE JUNE CHRISTMAS
A week and a half into her visit, Lizzie still said nothing about when she planned to leave. She kept in touch with her children at camp and, occasionally, her mother in Portland. But Rosemary noticed that there were no outgoing or incoming calls to or from Charles. Lizzie did announce, much to Rosemaryâs displeasure, that Philip Sheppard would be arriving in two days, on Friday.
âThen maybe we should visit my family before Philip gets here,â Rosemary suggested. âHe already has enough problems. Thereâs no need to complicate things for him.â Lizzie, on the other hand, had met the family many times when she and Rosemary piled their things into the orange Rabbit and left the university campus behind them as they headed home to Bixley, forty miles away, for a weekend of Uncle Bishopâs home-cooked meals and warped philosophies.
âMaybe I shouldnât tell you this,â Lizzie said, âbut when I first met your family, I used to think of you as that girl on The Munsters . Remember the one who was out of place because she looked and acted normal?â
When Lizzie and Rosemary arrived at Uncle Bishopâs, the rest of the family was already there and in the midst of a loud argument. But they quickly abandoned their squabbling at the sight of Lizzie. Uncle Bishop hugged her hardest and longest. He had bowls of pretzels everywhere, pretzels of every shape. Some were circles, some long sticks, some medium-length sticks, some short sticks, some shaped like a babyâs teething ring. There were assorted cheeses, candies, chips, and a dip that looked a bit too violet to be taken seriously. All this extra hostessing was because of Lizzie. Uncle Bishop was very fond of Lizzie, and had even called her several times during Rosemaryâs sojourn from society to keep her apprised of the goings-on.
âNow, look here,â Mother said to Lizzie, pulling her down by the arm to get a closer look. âI donât think you should put geese in that pond.â
âThose curls are as yellow as ever, Mrs. OâNeal,â Lizzie said. Mother forgot all about the perils of her geese and smiled up at this visitor.
âYou tell Aunt Sophie to write,â Mother whispered.
âI canât believe how youâve grown!â Lizzie said to Robbie, who had stopped by to say hello before he rushed off on a date. âYou were only seventeen the last time I saw you.â
âHeâs got a degree in biology now,â Rosemary said proudly.
Miriam had never been happy with any attractive woman, and she was less than pleased with Lizzieâs precise features and thick auburn hair. And it didnât serve Raymond well to stare openly at Lizzie, but he did just that, and with such obvious admiration that Miriam finally said, âThis is my husband, Raymond.â Raymond eagerly offered Lizzie his hand.
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