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be twenty minutes late. I envision the eyes
of the other mothers, watching me hustle Faith through the
doors in the middle of a class that has already
started. Mothers who've managed to get their children
to class on time in the middle of this flash flood,
mothers who do not have to work hard to make it look so
easy.
We live in a century-old
farmhouse, which is bordered on one side by a forest
and on the other side by a meticulous stone wall.
Our seven acres are mostly woods, tucked
behind the house; we're close enough to the road that at
night the headlights of passing cars sweep over
the beds like lighthouse beacons. The farmhouse itself
is full of opposites that still attract: a
sagging porch backed by brand-new Pella windows,
a claw-foot tub with a Shower Massage,
Colin and me. The driveway dips, rising at
the end near the road and again near the house. As we
turn down it, Faith gasps in delight.
"Daddy's home! I want to see him."
So do I, but then I always do. No doubt
he's taken an earlier flight and come home for
lunch before returning to the office. I think about the
other mothers already in the parking lot of the ballet
studio, and then of seeing Colin, and suddenly being
twenty minutes late seems entirely
worthwhile. "We'll say hi to Daddy. Then you
get your leotard, and we've got to go."
Faith bursts through the door like a marathon
runner at the ribbon finish. "Daddy!" she
calls, but there is no one in the kitchen or the
family room, nothing but Colin's briefcase
neatly centered on the table to prove that he is
here. I can hear water running through the old
pipes. "He's taking a shower," I say, and
Faith immediately heads upstairs.
"Hang on!" I shout after her, certain that the
last thing Colin wants is to be surprised
by Faith if he's strolling around the bedroom
naked. I rush behind her, managing to get to the
closed door of the master bedroom before Faith can
turn the knob. "Let me go in first."
Colin stands beside the bed, wrapping a towel around
his hips. When he sees me in the doorway, he
freezes. "Hi." I smile, going into his
arms. "Isn't this a nice surprise?"
With my head tucked up beneath his chin and his hands
loosely clasped around my waist, I nod
to Faith. "Come on in. Daddy's dressed."