Between Sisters - Kristin Hannah [103]
After that, they got hot dogs at a frankfurter stand and walked down the wharf. At Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe they saw shrunken heads and Egyptian mummies and cheap souvenirs. (Meg didn't point out the eight-foot-long petrified whale penis that hung suspended from the ceiling; she could just imagine what Ali would tell her friends.) They had dinner at the Red Robin Hamburger Emporium and finished off the day with a Disney movie at the Pacific Place Theater.
By the time they made it back to the condo, Meg was exhausted.
Unfortunately, Alison had energy to spare. She ran from room to room, picking up stuff, looking at it, yelling Wow! over things like a Sonicare toothbrush.
Meg was on the couch, sprawled out with her feet on the coffee table, when Alison skidded into the room, carrying the Lalique bowl from the front entry.
“Did you see this, Aunt Meg? These girls have no clothes on.” She giggled.
“They're angels.”
“They're naked. Billy says his dad has magazines with naked girls in 'em. Gross.”
Meg got up and very gently took the bowl from Alison. “Gross is in the eye of the beholder.” She returned it to its spot on the entry table. When she walked back into the living room, Alison was frowning.
“What's a bee holder? Is that like a hive?”
Meg was too tired to come up with a smart answer. “Kind of.” She collapsed onto the couch again. How had she done this when she was a teenager?
“Didja know that baby eagles eat their daddy's barf?”
“No kidding. Even my cooking is better than that.”
Alison giggled. “My mommy's a good cook.” The minute she said it, her lower lip wobbled. Tears glistened in her green eyes, and just then, standing there on the verge of crying, Alison looked so much like Claire that Meghann couldn't breathe. She was thrown back in time to all the nights she'd comforted her little sister, held her tightly, and promised that Soon, soon things will get better . . . and Mama will come home.
“Come here, Ali,” she said, her throat tight.
Alison hesitated for a moment, just that, but the pause reminded Meghann of how little she and her niece knew each other.
Alison sat down on the sofa, about a foot away.
“Do you want to call your mommy? She's going to call at six o'clock, but—”
“Yeah!” Alison yelled, bouncing up and down on the cushion.
Meghann went in search of the phone. She found it on the nightstand by her bed. After a quick consultation in her day planner, she dialed the Kauai house's direct number, then handed the phone to her niece.
“Mommy?” Alison said after a few seconds. Then, “Hi, Mommy. It's me, Ali Kat.”
Smiling, Meg walked into the kitchen and began unpacking the bags of groceries and goodies she'd picked up today. Stuff she hadn't bought in years—Frosted Flakes, Pop-Tarts, Oreo cookies—and stuff she'd never seen before, like juice that came in silver bags and mix-your-own yogurt. The most important purchase was an activity book for children. She intended to make this a week Alison wouldn't forget.
“She wants to talk to you, Aunt Meg,” Alison said, bouncing into the kitchen.
“Thanks.” Meg took the phone, said, “Hello?”
“Hey, big sis, how's it going? Has she stopped talking yet?”
Meg laughed. “Not even when she's eating.”
“That's my Ali.”
Alison tugged on Meg's pant leg. “Mommy said the sand is like sugar. Sugar. Can I have some cookies?”
Meg handed her an Oreo. “Only one before bed,” she said to her niece. To Claire, she said, “I need a margarita.”
“You'll be fine.”
“I know. It makes me think. . . .”
“What?” Claire asked softly.
“About us. You. Sometimes I look at Ali and all I can see is us.”
“Then, she'll love you, Meg.”
Meg closed her eyes. It felt so good to talk to Claire this way, as true sisters who had something more than a sordid childhood in common. “She misses you.”
“Bedtime might be hard. You'll need to read her a story.” Claire laughed. “I warn you, she has quite an attention span.”
“I'll try Moby-Dick. You'd have to be on speed to stay awake for that.”
Alison grabbed her