Housekeeping Page #4

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Do you know

where he is?

Nope.

Mother got a letter once,

but she torn it up.

She never even read it.

Well, what would you girls

like for breakfast?

- We'll make it.

- Yeah.

Okay.

You like oatmeal?

Erm, I'm gonna

take a little walk around town.

I'll be back soon.

She should've borrowed a scarf.

She's not coming back.

I bet they told her to leave.

It'll be all right.

I know it'll be all right,

but it makes me mad.

You left your stuff

at our house.

Oh, no, I just came in here

to get warm.

Nothing else is open.

I forgot how early

the sun rises these days.

Whoo!

It still feels like winter,

doesn't it?

- Why don't you wear your gloves?

- Left 'em on the train.

Oh, boy, there's a newspaper.

Look.

Why don't you wear boots?

Well, I suppose I should.

I think maybe I should

stay for a while.

You know,

the aunts are so old, and...

Well, I think probably it's best

for now, at least.

- What d'you think?

- All right.

Okay.

First thing we do

is get some pie at the caf.

Then, when the store opens,

you're gonna help me

pick out a scarf,

and maybe some gloves,

If I have the money.

Just a second.

Will you hold out your hands?

- Oh...

- Wow!

Is that a candy wrapper

or a dollar bill?

It's a dollar bill.

Hmmm...

Looks like I need to do

some spring cleaning.

Oh, I have something for you.

Oh!

This is for you.

Oh, thank you.

And this is for you.

Thanks.

Ah!

We're loaded!

Look at all this!

Do you still have friends here?

Well, the truth is, I never

did have many friends here.

We knew who everyone was,

that's all.

When's your birthday?

April. When's yours?

June eighth.

I'm November twenty sixth.

Really?

That's was my cat's birthday.

Here you are.

What a day to go walking.

And hardly dressed!

Oh, well, Ruthie and I woke up early

and decided to go out

to see the sun come up.

We went clear downtown.

Sylvie got worried,

so she came out looking for us.

Oh, I'm surprised at you girls.

I hope Sylvie gave you

a good talking to.

Poor Sylvie.

Come into the kitchen

and warm up, my dear.

Goodbye.

That same evening,

Lily and Nona fled.

You better go inside.

You'll catch your death of cold.

Okay.

Sacrificing

their savings in rent,

they were taken by a friend of

my grandmother's back to Spokane,

and we and the house were Sylvie's.

The very next day

it started to rain.

The ground and the lake

were still frozen solid,

and the water

had nowhere to go.

Rain just then was a disaster.

It rained for four days.

Grandmother had always boasted

that the floods never reached our house,

but that year they did.

Hi.

The photographs!

Oh!

I hardly know any of them.

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