hear, but it didnât mean anything. What she wanted was for him to say heâd spend a lot more time with her, go for more walks with her than he already did, even take her on some of his business tripsâjust her, no one elseâso she could talk to him about everything she couldnât talk about at home. She wanted him to take care of her; she wanted him to protect her from Vince. But he couldnât do all that; he didnât even know she wanted it. Anyway, he was ancient: an old man of sixty-six; how much could he know about people her age? He was wonderful to her and once in a while he took her to Chicago for lunch and a trip to the Art Institute or the Field Museum or the Museum of Science and Industry, and heâd always say he wished they could do those things more often, but then he would be gone again, seeing his own friends, traveling on business, and Anne would know that she wasnât all that important to him after all.
She wasnât important to anybody, she thought. They all said they loved her, but they had their own busy lives and, anyway, none of the Chathams reached out to anybody else. Theyâre a race of short-armed aliens, she thought with angry humor; they all came from a planet of people who never learned to cuddle so their arms atrophied and shrank to little stumps that can never, ever hug anybody.
âHappy birthday, sweetheart,â said Vince, exactly as her father had done. He gave her a little mock salute and his sweetest smile. âAs far as I can tell, youâre growing up admirably, and I think thatâs the best thing you can do, even if William doesnât agree.â
âOf course I agree,â said William. âAnne is growing up beautifully; of course she is.â
âAnd tired of hearing about it, Iâm sure,â said Marian. âItâs time for presents, donât you think?â
Everyone watched as Anne opened the brightly wrapped packages and said thank-you and briefly held up the cashmere sweaters, records of rock and folk groups, books, and a necklace from Charles, before putting them away and stacking them neatly. She pushed back her chair, anxious to be gone. I probably look like a criminal making a quick getaway with the loot, she thought. But she didnât care. She just wanted to get out of there. âIâll put these away,â she said, standing beside her chair. âThanks again, itâs all very nice.â
âDonât you want more birthday cake?â Charles asked.
âIâm full.â She gathered up the pile of gifts.
âBut you havenât given us a birthday speech,â said William. âWe all talked and talked and the birthday girl didnât get a chance to say anything.â
âI donât want to,â Anne said. âIâm not good at speeches.â
â âThank youâ was quite enough,â Marian said. âWe donât need speeches. But you might just want to stay with us instead of running off the way you always do.â
Anne shook her head, feeling hemmed in. âI just wantââ
âBut you know, I told the children we might light the candles again,â Nina said. âThey like to watch you blow them out.â
âDamn it, I did it once!â She was at the door. âThatâs enough!â
âAnne,â Marian sighed, âIâve asked you and asked you . . .â
âSorry,â Anne muttered, and slipped through the door. They were staring at her. Itâs my birthday, she thought angrily. I ought to be able to do anything I want on my ownbirthday. She ran up the stairs. If she was lucky, sheâd have some time to herself before Vince came.
He was there in twenty minutes. âI brought you your present. Weâll get to it later.â
Anne had already taken off the silk dress Marian had asked her to wear for her party, and was wearing only her robe. She undressed Vince
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