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.