Somebody Else's Kids

Somebody Else's Kids by Torey Hayden

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ice-cream tonight. I need to try it out before I can use it with my kids, and I thought … well, I was hoping … well …” Cripes, not saying a word, and he was still cutting me short. I felt like a little girl. “Well, I was thinking that if it worked and … I could try it at school tomorrow, if it worked for us.” Another pause. “My kids would like that.”
    “Your kids would like that?” His voice was painfully soft.
    “It wouldn’t take much time.”
    “And what about me?”
    I looked down at my hands.
    “Where the hell do I come in, Torey?”
    “Come on, Joe, let’s not fight.”
    “We’re not fighting. We’re having an adult discussion, if you can understand that. And I just want to know what it is those children have that no one else in the world seems to have for you. Why can’t you put them away? Just once? Why can’t something else matter to you besides a bunch of fucked-up kids?”
    “Lots else matters.”
    Another pause. Why, I wonder, are all the important things so easily strangled by small silences?
    “No, not really. You never give your heart to anything else. The rest of you is here but you left your heart back at the school. And you’re perfectly glad you did.”
    I did not know what to say. I did not even fully understand how I felt about it myself much less how I could explain it to Joe. We were still standing there in the dimly lit kitchen. Joe kept shifting the tape back and forth in his hands. I could hear his breathing.
    Finally Joe shook his head. He looked down at the linoleum floor and shook his head again. Slowly. Wearily. Bad as I felt about him, there was an almost painful longing to try out Candy’s ice-cream recipe. He was right. My heart was there and it never would be at Adam’s Rib, no matter where my body went. Like so many times before, I ached to please both him and myself.
    “Joe?”
    His eyes came to me again.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Just get your jacket and let’s go.”
    I never did try Candy’s recipe that night. After Joe brought me home, I went to an all-night grocery store and bought another can of orange juice. With 144 ounces of juice mixed up in six jars in my refrigerator, I set out at 1:30 in the morning to make ice-cream. Then I discovered I had no ice cubes. It did not matter too much. I was far too tired to care. So I went to bed.
    The next day, armed with Candy’s letter, half-a-dozen cans and the makings for vanilla ice-cream, I headed for school.
    “What’s this?” Lori asked as I began setting out the materials toward the end of the afternoon.
    “We’re going to do something fun,” I replied.
    “Something fun,” echoed Boo behind me.
    “Like what?” Lori asked. Skepticism tinged her voice. Too many people had tried to pass off work on her under the guise of fun. Lori was not falling for that ruse anymore.
    “We’re going to make ice-cream.”
    “Ice cream? I never seen ice-cream like this before.” She was standing very, very close, leaning against my arm, breathing on the little hairs and making them itch. She wanted a good look at what I was doing as I shook up the mix. Boo had commenced twirling on the far side of the table.
    “Have you ever seen ice-cream made?” I asked Lori.
    “Well … no. Not exactly. But I didn’t think it was like this.”
    “Boo! Take that off!” He had the big mixing bowl on top of his head like a helmet.
    “Hee-hee-hee-hee! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!”
    “Oh no,” Lori wailed and smacked her forehead with one hand. “He’s gonna take his clothes off now. You shouldn’t oughta have said that, Torey. Now he’s going to take everything off.”
    “Lor, get that bowl from him. He’s going to break it. Boo, come back here. And for crying out loud, leave that shirt on. Boo? Boo!”
    Both of us took off after him and oh, what fun Boo thought that was! Never before had we chased him during one of his deliriums. “Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!” The bowl on his head went

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