Annie's Rainbow - Fern Michaels [148]
Cala swept by her on her way down the stairs. “I can’t believe you’re making me carry in firewood. That’s a man’s job.”
Kristine turned. “Cala?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t say yeah. I need to know why the three of you are so ... belligerent today. Why are you fighting me over every little thing? We belong in the United States. We’re citizens of this country. This is where we belong. Daddy’s tour is over, and this is what we decided to do. I grant you it’s an adjustment, but if we all pull together, we can make it work. In September you and Mike will be going off to college, so what’s the big deal. It’s nine months out of your life.”
“Daddy said it was your idea to come back here. He said since you never squawked about moving all over the world every couple of years, it was your turn now. Daddy didn’t care. He would have been happy staying in Germany. We didn’t want to come back here. You’re the one who wanted this move.”
“Of course I wanted it. Your father did, too. He was upset, Cala, about being passed over. He had no other choice. What kind of work would he have done over there? Nothing that paid any kind of money, that’s for certain. I would never renounce my citizenship to live in a foreign country. There’s too much unrest in Europe. I wanted us to be safe on our own soil.”
“Skip it, Mom. We’re here, so what difference does it make. Don’t think I’m joining one of those farmer 4-H clubs, either. I’m not going to have one thing in common with anyone around here. I know it, and so do Tyler and Mike. Right now Mike and I could go right into our second year of college. Tyler could be a freshman. Instead, we’re going to be going to some rinky-dink high school where we have to take classes we took two years ago. It’s not fair. There’s no stimulation in doing something like that. You didn’t think about that, did you?”
“No, I didn’t. I will now, though. Perhaps something can be worked out. I’ve been away so long I don’t know what the requirements or procedures are these days. Tomorrow when I take you to school I’ll find out. In the meantime, will you cut me some slack and help your brothers.”
“Sure, Mom. When I finish doing that, do you want me to plow the south forty?” Cala shot over her shoulder as she continued to stomp down the steps.
Kristine made her way to her old bedroom at the end of the long hallway. Her hand trembled as she turned the flowered white-ceramic knob. She found it amazing that everything was as she remembered it. The double four-poster was polished, as were the two oak dressers. Years ago there had been dresser scarves on them, along with all the junk young girls needed or thought they needed. The cushions on the old Boston rocker were faded but fluffed up by one of the cleaning crew who had gone through the house. The windows sparkled behind the Venetian blinds. She wondered what had happened to the Priscilla curtains her mother favored for the dormer windows. Rotted, she supposed. The seat cushion on the window seat matched the one on the old rocker. It, too, was faded but fluffed up. Old toys that were probably antiques by now marched across the white shelving that covered all four walls. How strange that her mother had kept things the way Kristine left them when she went off to college. She wondered if her mother ever came into this room when she was at school just to sit in the rocker and remember happy days when she was little. Reminiscing about past birthday parties, Christmases, and, of course, all those times when she was sick in bed with a cold.
Kristine sat down on the rocker, amazed that the dry old wood didn’t squeak on the shiny hardwood floor. She’d had a big old tiger cat named Solomon back then who sat on the rocker or on the window seat to wait for her to come home from school. He’d died when she was in her second year of college. Logan had never understood why she had to rush home because a stupid cat died. That was probably the only time in her life when she’d stood up to Logan and told him she didn’t give a good rat