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and Ren and I get along just fine."
"You do understand that she's just a little-" Les groped
for a suitable word.
"Screwball, you mean?" Mary asked bluntly. "Yes, I
know all about it. I'm used to screwballs, Les. Half the
people I work with aren't playing with a full deck.
Renata's going to be fine here with me."
"Well," he said dubiously, "I guess we can try it for one
quarter to see how she does. But if it starts giving her
problems . . ." He left it hanging.
"I'll be here, too, boss," I told him. "I'll get a room
nearby and, between us, Mary and I can keep Twink on
an even keel."
"You're going to have to let go, Les," Mary told him. "If
you try to protect her for the rest of her life, you'll turn
her into a basket case. I love her, too, and I won't let
you do that to her. She comes here, and that's that."
Mary wasn't the sort for shilly-shallying around when it
came to making decisions.
The chore of moving Twink to Seattle fell into my lap.
Her father had a business to run, and I wasn't doing
anything important anyway. There was a lot of driving
back and forth between Everett and Seattle involved in
easing Twink into her new situation, and the whole
procedure took the better part of two weeks. There are
people who can move halfway across the country in less
time, but we all wanted to take it a little slow with this
move. Stress was the last thing Renata needed.
"Why's everybody so uptight about this?" she asked
me while I was driving her back to Everett to pick up
some more of her clothes. "I'm a big girl now."
"We just want to make sure you're not going to come
unraveled again, Twink," I told her.
"My seams are all still pretty tight," she said. "Actually,
I'm looking forward to this. Les and Inga keep tiptoeing
around me like I was made out of eggshells. I wish
they'd learn how to relax. Mary's a lot easier to be
around."
"Good. Let's keep it that way." I hesitated slightly, but
then I sort of blurted it out. "Your dad's got a real bad
case of protectiveitis, Twink. He's not happy about this
whole project, but Doc Fallon overruled him. Fallon
believes it'll be good for you-as long as we can keep the
pressure off. Your dad would much rather wrap you in
cotton batting and keep you in a little jewel box."
"I know," she agreed. "That was my main reason for
suggesting the university instead of the community
college. I've got to get out from under his thumb,
Markie. That house in Everett is almost as bad as
Fallon's bug-house. I need to have you somewhere