Umber (47.33 — Oleander’s Story)

September 9, 2012 § Leave a comment

Although we hadn’t exchanged one word since that horrible day when Mama threw him out, I knew that Daddy hadn’t gone very far.  Sometimes as I walked to school I saw him driving his brown Chevy through the intersection in front of me, on his way, I suppose, to some rodeo work.  Catching a glimpse of him going about his business as if everything was fine hurt even more than losing Silvertip.  Didn’t my dad miss me? Wasn’t he in agony, like I was?  Like Mama was?  I still hoped that he would walk through the front door and announce in his best Cary Grant voice, “Jimmy!  I’m back!  We just had a misunderstanding, that’s all.”

I cried myself to sleep most nights.

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