Housekeeping

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Grandpa was born in the plains.

It was absolutely flat, all around,

for hundreds of miles.

He thought the whole world

was like that.

Even the house

was dug out of the ground.

Then, one momentous day,

he found out about mountains.

He must have found

a picture in a book.

He was amazed.

It became an obsession.

He drew and painted mountains

endlessly.

Mount Fujiyama,

the Alps, the Rockies.

He painted mountains all his life.

Before we were even born, he was

lying at the bottom of Fingerbone Lake.

in the wreckage of a train.

There were lots of mountains there.

That's the way

the family story went.

It was a good enough story,

but there were other things

we wanted to know.

For instance,

where was our father?

Nobody even mentioned him.

Where are the seagulls, Lucille?

I don't know.

Let me put the bread

right down here.

Hey!

Hi, Charlie!

You girls get inside.

Get inside, now.

Hey.

If you get inside

I'll bring you some custard.

Okay, Bernice.

Hey.

Guess what.

We're going to see Grandma.

In Bernice's car.

Didn't know I could drive,

did you?

No.

You shouldn't be smoking, ma'am.

Nice kids.

Sometimes they are.

Sometimes I live in the town

Sometimes I take a great notion

to jump in the river and drown

Eleven!

What are you counting?

- Horses.

- And cemeteries.

Come on, girls.

Come on. This way.

Years later, Lucille and I still

talked about the trip to Grandma's

Lucille would remember one thing,

and I another,

until we'd pieced together

the whole journey.

We tried so hard that we ended up

not knowing what we really remembered

from what we had just imagined.

And we often fought

over the details.

Grandma's at church,

but you're gonna wait here

and give her a nice surprise.

She'll be home in a little while,

okay?

Hm-hmm.

Where are you going?

I have to go

somewhere in the car.

But you're going to be good girls,

now, aren't you?

Here are some cookies.

And don't fight over them.

You'll stay inside, now,

won't you?

Ruthie?

When Grandma comes home you

can tell her you've been good girls.

Now, tell me "Cheerio".

Cheerio.

Can't we come, too?

But, then, nobody

would be home for Grandma.

Stay here.

Where's she going?

Oh, she was

about 5'8" and three quarters.

A little taller than I am.

Very nice looking.

Dark hair.

The little girl looks

quite a little bit like her.

Her features are much the same.

- I'll just ask them.

- I see.

What kind of car is Mummy's?

It's Bernice's car.

Okay.

What kind of car is Bernice's?

Erm...

Green.

Ruthie?

Blue.

I could use some help.

Could you boys give me a push

onto some solid ground?

Sure.

Stick this under the wheel.

This, too.

- No, you don't want to waste that.

- Take it, it's okay.

No, we have some old clothes.

Sandy put your jacket

under the wheel on your side.

- No.

- C'mon Sandy.

I'm not moving

till you take this.

Use it!

Ah, yuck!

Thanks boys.

You've been a help.

Here. Take it.

I put the last of the white cake

on the table out there.

It won't last long.

Shall I fetch you a piece?

No, thanks, Etta.

The soup was enough.

How is she doing?

She's quiet enough.

Lucille and Ruthie.

No, George.

It's Ruthie and Lucille.

Have you shown the girls

the orchard yet?

Yes, we had a walk

in the orchard this morning

Have you shown them

your Indian knife?

Yes, I have.

Have you shown them

your Spanish coin?

No, it's in my other pants' pocket.

Grandmother

looked after us for seven years.

The paperboy was the only

person under 60 that we saw regularly.

It seemed as if,

all her life,

she was destined to be

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