The Mare

Ginger

On the phone I said, “Listen. I want to invite your mom and brother up along with you around Christmas. I’m acting in a play and I think it would be fun if you all came to see it. It’s a children’s theater.”

“Why are you acting in a theater for children?”

“Because it’s fun. Do you think you would want to act in it if you could?”

“I dunno.”

“Could you ask your mom if she’d like to come?”

She didn’t answer. I felt her like she was next to me breathing.

I said, “I’m thinking if she had a chance to look around up here, it might make her think about coming here to live.”

I felt her, but I didn’t know what she felt.

“Just a minute,” she said. I heard her talking to her mother, her mother answering back. They talked awhile. There was no anger or cursing. Velvet came back.

“She says yes.”