“I could’ve helped more before people got here.”
“You already did a lot.”
“You’re doing too much.”
For half a second, I let myself feel grateful she was there.
Then Will shrieked from somewhere under the tables. A little later, I spotted him crawling out from beneath a tablecloth with two other kids. He looked like he’d been raised outside by cheerful raccoons.
His knees were grass-stained, and his hands were filthy.
“Oh my God,” I said, catching him by the wrist. “Come here.”
Will twisted, laughing. “Mommy, no.”
He looked like he’d been raised outside by cheerful raccoons.
“We are not cutting the cake with you like this.”
“But I’m playing.”
“You can play after. Come on.”
I led him into the house, set him on a chair by the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet, and started scrubbing his hands. Will kept grinning at me.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You can play after. Come on.”
He looked up, eyes bright, cheeks pink from running around. “Aunt Ellie has Dad.”
“Aunt Ellie has… what?” I paused. “What do you mean, baby?”
“I saw it when I was playing.”
I frowned as I wrapped a kitchen towel around his hands to dry them. “Saw what?”
He pulled his hands free. “Come. I show you.”
Young kids sometimes say things that feel ominous, but later turn out to be nothing.
That wasn’t one of those times.
“Aunt Ellie has Dad.”
I let him tug me back outside. Will lifted his arm and pointed at Ellie.
“Mom,” he said loudly, “Dad’s there.”
Ellie looked up at us and laughed.
I laughed, too. “Silly.”
But Will didn’t laugh. He kept pointing, serious now, his little face intent with the frustration of not being understood. I followed the line of his finger.
“Dad’s there.”
He wasn’t pointing at her face. He was pointing lower, toward her belly.
Ellie leaned forward to grab her drink. Her top shifted slightly, just enough for me to glimpse dark, fine lines on her skin. A tattoo.
All I could make out was the edge of an eye, the bridge of a nose, part of a mouth. A portrait… of who?
My smile stayed on my face, but inside, I felt like I was trying to weather a typhoon in a dinghy.
“Okay,” I said to Will. “Go sit at the table and wait for cake now. You can play again afterward.”
He nodded and ran off. Then I walked toward Ellie.
