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dad's arms and Jordan was hovering a
couple feet away. Jordan shot a quick, question
ing glance at me. Unlike Sara, Jordan was
old enough to realize something was up.
I shrugged and shook my head.
"Rachel!" my dad said. "How's my girl? Come
take this bag from me. Thai food. We have curry.
We have pad Thai. We have chicken satay. We
have those imperial heavenly whatever-they-call-
"em shrimp."
He handed me the paper bag. He was being
too cheerful.
My father's a reporter for one of the local TV
channels. He does a lot of
investigative journal
ism. Plus he anchors the news on Saturday
and Sunday. So he's always wearing nice clothes, and
always has great hair, and he looks tan even in
the total depths of winter.
I took the bag to the dining-room table and started
to unpack the little white boxes of Thai
food.
"Hello, Dan," my mother said, coming into
the room with plates and silverware.
"Naomi," he answered. "How have you been?"
By now even Sara had figured out that this was not going
to be a happy evening.
We ate a little and struggled along with some small
talk about nothing. Until finally my mom said,
"Dan, just get it over with."
My dad looked embarrassed. He sent me a
sheepish smile, like some little boy caught doing something
wrong.
"Okay," he said. He cleared his throat. He
sat up straight in his chair. Just as if he were
waiting for the cameras to come on so he could do the evening
news.
"Kids, I have something I have to tell you about.
I've been offered a job. A better
job. I wouldn't just be the weekend anchor. I would
have the top spot. I'd be anchoring the six o'clock
broadcast and the eleven o'clock. And I'd get to do
specials. Maybe do some really impor tant
work."
Jordan looked at me, confused. It
sounded
like good news.
"There's just one problem," my father said. "It's not
here in town. In fact, it would mean I would have
to move."