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room. What was that noise? I realized it seemed to be coming from Clarissaâs room.
Tiptoeing down the hallway, I stood in front of her door listening.
It was sobbing. Thatâs what it was. She was crying.
Oh God, what should I do? Wake Adam? Go in and see whatâs wrong?
I stood there a few more minutes and the sound began to diminish. Deciding to leave her alone, I headed back to my bedroom. Climbing into bed, I lay on my side snuggling into Adamâs warm body and prayed everything would get easier.
7
A dam was still sleeping soundly at seven-thirty when I opened my eyes. Heâd had a grueling week and I wanted him to sleep in. Tiptoeing quietly out of the bedroom, I was surprised to find Clarissa Jo sitting on the sofa in the great roomâthat Raggedy Ann doll still clutched in her arms.
Iâm slow to wake up in the morning. One of those people who doesnât utter a word until Iâve had my first cup of coffee. But I forced a smile to my face and made the supreme effort to be friendly.
âYouâre up early. Did you sleep well?â
Clarissa glanced up briefly and then continued kneading the dollâs hair between her fingers.
âI guess.â
That seemed to be her pat answer for everything. What was it with kids today? Was that all they could do was guess? Didnât they have strong feelings about anything?
âYour dadâs still sleeping,â I told her as I walked into the kitchen to prepare the coffee. âWhat would you like for breakfast?â
I prayed she wouldnât request some kid food that I wasnât familiar with.
âCereal,â was the response I got.
Cereal I could deal with. I began pulling boxes out of the cabinet as Clarissa wandered into the kitchen.
âWe have plenty of that,â I told her, lining up boxes of Kashi, Special K, granola, and raisin bran.
When she stood staring at the boxes, I knew I was in trouble again.
âSomething wrong?â
âI like Froot Loops or Capân Crunch.â
Ah, that stuff loaded with sugar that made dentists rich. I blew out a puff of air. Shit, I hadnât even had my first sip of coffee yet and glared at the coffeemaker, urging it to drip faster.
âHmm, wellâ¦we donât have that cereal in the house. How about some eggs? Or French toast?â
Clarissa shook her head. âI like pancakes.â
I could do pancakes. âOkay,â I told her and saw the carafe had filled with that welcoming brown liquid. Grabbing a mug, I gratefully poured myself some coffee. After taking a sip, I said, âPancakes it is. Give me a few minutes to get it ready.â
Clarissa climbed onto the stool at the counter. With chin in her hands she proceeded to watch my movements. I wasnât used to an audience while I prepared food. As I whipped up the batter and heated the griddle, I felt like I should be conversing with her, but I had no clue what to talk about. Being with this mute eight-year-old wasnât only awkward, it was unpleasant.
After I placed the pancakes in front of her, I picked up my mug of coffee only to find it had grown cold. I added more to the mug to heat it and told Clarissa I was going outside to get the newspaper.
Stooping down to pick up the Gainesville Sun, I noticed Tilly Carpenter in her yard pruning her rosebushes.
âGood morning, Miss Tilly,â I called over.
âMorninâ,â she said and resumed her cutting.
Sheâd been Adamâs neighbor since heâd moved in, but seldom spoke more than a few words to us. This was unusual for a Cedar Key resident. Normally, bumping into somebody was cause for a thirty-minute conversation about anything and everything. People were just naturally friendly on the island. But Adam had told me that Miss Tilly had had a tragedy involving her husband and young son about forty years ago, and since sheâd retired as art teacher at the school a few years before, sheâd been
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