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to be vacuumed, but then what will I do on
Thursday? A heavy August rain throbs against
the windows. Faith spreads her soft, warm hand
over my knee. "Okay," I tell my mother.
"We'll be right over."

My mother lives two and a half miles away,
in an old stone house that everyone in New
Canaan calls the Gingerbread Cape. Faith
sees her nearly every day; stays with her after school
on days I am working. We could walk, if not for the
weather. As it is, Faith and I have just gotten
into the car when I remember my purse, sitting
on the kitchen counter.
"Hang on," I tell her, getting out and
cringing between raindrops, as if I might melt.
The phone is ringing by the time I get inside.
I grab the receiver. "Hello?"
"Oh, you're home," Colin says. At the
sound of my husband's voice, my heart jumps.
Colin is the sales manager for a small company
that manufactures LED exit signs, and
he's been in Washington, D.c., for two
days, training a new rep. He is calling me
because it is like that with us--tied as tight as the lacing
on a high-top boot, we cannot stand being apart.
"Are you at the airport?"
"Yeah. Stuck at Dulles." I curl the
telephone cord around my arm, reading between the round
vowels of his words for all the other things he is
too embarrassed to say in a public venue:
I love you. I miss you. You're mine. In
the background a disembodied voice announces the
arrival of a United flight. "Hasn't Faith
got swimming today?"
"Ballet at one o'clock." I wait a moment,
then add softly, "When will you be home?"
"As soon as I can." I close my eyes,
thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an
absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve
of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of
him.
He hangs up without saying good-bye, which
makes me smile. That's Colin, in a
nutshell: already rushing to come back home to me.

It stops raining on the way to my mother's. As
we pass the long soccer field that edges the town,
vehicles begin pulling onto the road's narrow
shoulder. A perfect, arched rainbow graces the