Whatever he’d been up to that day never came up again.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, pondering these and other weighty issues and watching Thomas eat his cereal, when I said, “Instead of making dinner, I have something else for you to do.”
He looked up from his bowl. “What?” He sounded alarmed.
“The house. It needs a cleaning.”
He scanned the kitchen and out to the living room. “It looks good to me.”
“It needs a vacuuming. A lot of stuff gets walked in here. I’ll clean the bathrooms, you vacuum the house.”
“Dad always did the cleaning,” he said. When I said nothing, he added, “He just always did it. I’ve never used the vacuum.”
“Do you agree that the house needs to be cleaned?” I asked.
Slow to answer. Finally, “I guess.”
“Well, if Dad’s no longer here, how do you think we should solve that problem? It’s the two of us living here, at least for now, and I want to include you in the problem solving around here.”
“I suppose,” he said thoughtfully, “you could do it.”
“I’m already doing the grocery shopping. And I’ve been making the meals. And dealing with the lawyer. And, Thomas, I have a job. I’m either going to have to nip back to Burlington—”
He started to say it, but I held up my finger as a warning and stopped him.
“I’m either going to have to nip back to Burlington, or I’m going to have to work here. Either way, I have things to do.”
“Me, too,” he said.
“That’s true. I figured, if I have to cut into my work time to get errands done, then it’s only fair that you should, too.”
Thomas’s eyes darted about nervously. “I don’t know where the vacuum is.”
I pointed to the closet near the back door. “It’s right in there.”
“When did you want me to do this for you?” he asked.
“You have to understand, Thomas, that you’re not doing this for me. This is something for the household. Pitching in, sharing chores, we do that for each other, and for ourselves. You get where I’m coming from?”
“Yes. I guess so. So when do you want me to do this?”
I raised my hands. “What about now? You get it out of the way, you’ve got the rest of your day free. That’s all I’m going to ask you to do today.”
“How many rooms do I have to do?”
“All of them,” I said.
“The basement?”
“Okay, skip the basement.”
“What about the stairs?”
“Yes, the stairs.” His shoulders slumped, already feeling the weight of the assignment. “Go haul out the vacuum, I’ll show you the basics.”
He pushed back his chair, went to the closet, and dragged out the machine with all the grace and familiarity of a yak handling a set of golf clubs.
“How do you plug it in?” he asked. “The plug only comes out an inch. It won’t reach the wall.”
“Press your foot on that pad there—no, right next to that—and then you can pull out the cord. Keep pulling until it won’t come out any more.” I stood up. “Let me show you a few things.”
I gave him a brief lesson. How to turn it on and off, when to use the power head, and what the various attachments were for. “This is for carpet,” I said, “and this is for bare wood floors.”
“What about tile?” he asked.
“Same as a bare wood floor. Just keep going over the whole floor. Nothing to it.”
I might have looked like Thomas did had someone dropped me into the cockpit of the space shuttle. At my urging, he flipped the switch and the machine roared to life. I shouted, “I’ve got some mail and stuff to deal with, so I’ll leave you be.”
I’d come back to Promise Falls in such a rush that I hadn’t packed a laptop; I was using the e-mail program on my cell, and any correspondence that required a reply of more than a few words was a pain to type out on the phone’s keypad. Plus, I knew I had a few bills that needed to be paid, which I could do online.
Dad had a laptop, the second he’d owned. “This one is lighter, faster,” he’d said to me in a message a few months ago. He’d started reading newspapers online, but still bought a print one every day. He said it was for the local ads, but it was really about the ritual of getting into the car and driving down to the store to buy one. It was his daily morning adventure. He always got a coffee, too, and was still home in time to make Thomas breakfast.