“Lunch with Walter?”
“My new boss? Walter Spannerman?”
“I know who he is. I just didn’t know you’d be having lunch with him tomorrow.”
“I didn’t either until this morning. I woke up to an email with my orientation schedule. They have me on the run all day tomorrow – human resources, the legal department, lunch, meetings with various vice presidents. I have to be there at seven thirty in the morning.”
“Early,” I said. I waited, wondering if she’d return to the subject of who would be watching London. She rinsed some utensils and loaded them in the dishwasher, remaining quiet. I cleared my throat. “And you said you haven’t been able to find a day care center for London?”
“Not yet. I called some friends and they said the day cares they use are good, but I still want to see for myself, you know? Do a walk-through, meet the staff, discuss the kinds of programs they can offer. I want to make sure it’s the right place for her.”
“If you have the names, I can call and make an appointment for us.”
“Well, that’s the thing. I have no idea what kind of hours to expect this week.”
“I’m sure I’d be able to set up an evening appointment.”
“It’s probably better if I do it, don’t you think? I’d hate to have to cancel.”
“So… what’s the plan for tomorrow then? For London?”
“I wouldn’t be comfortable with just dropping her off in some strange place. Would you? I want what’s best for her.”
“I’m sure that if you pick one of the places that your friends use, she’d be fine.”
“She’s already nervous enough about me going back to work and she was pretty upset this morning. That’s why we had a family breakfast, and I suggested getting a hamster. I don’t want her to feel like we’re abandoning her this week.”
“What exactly are you saying?”
Vivian closed the dishwasher door. “I was hoping that you would watch her this week. That way, London will have time to adjust.”
“I can’t. I have client meetings every day this week.”
“I know I’m asking a lot and I hate to do this to you. But I don’t know what else to do. I was thinking that you could either bring her to your office or maybe even work from home. When you have your meetings, you can drop her at your mom’s. It would only be a week or two.”
A week? Or two?
The words continued to reverberate in my mind, even as I answered. “I don’t know. I’d have to call my mom and ask if she’s okay with that.”
“Would you? I’m already nervous enough about my new job, and I don’t want to have to worry about London, too. Like I told you, she was really upset this morning.”
I scrutinized London; she hadn’t seemed upset at breakfast, and didn’t appear upset now, but then Vivian knew her better than I did. “Yeah, okay. I’ll call her.”
Vivian smiled before moving close and slipping her arms around my neck.
“Trying to surprise me with dinner last night was very sweet. And I was thinking that I might just be in the mood for a glass of wine after London goes to bed.” She kissed my neck, her breath hot on my skin. “Do you think you might be up for something like that?”
Despite myself, I suddenly wondered whether the entire morning – her appearance, her cheerful mood, breakfast – had simply been part of a plan to get what she wanted, but when she kissed my neck a second time, I forgave her.
Vivian and London were out until midafternoon. While they were gone, I finished the presentation for the chiropractor, the first of the meetings. In the meantime, I’d also tidied up the house and then called my mom. I told her about my client meetings the following week, and asked her if I could drop London off on Monday.
“Of course you can,” she said.
I was hanging up the phone just as Vivian and London pulled in the drive, and I could hear London calling for me even before I made it out the door.
“Daddy, Daddy! Come here, quick!”
I trotted down the steps, watching as she held up a small clear plastic cage. From a distance, my first thought was that I was seeing double because there appeared to be two hamsters, one black and white, and the second, brown. London was grinning from ear to ear as I approached.
“I got two of them, Daddy! Mrs. Sprinkles and Mr. Sprinkles.”
“Two?
“She couldn’t pick,” Vivian said, “so I figured, why not? We had to get the cage anyway.”
“And I got to hold Mr. Sprinkles the whole way home!” London added.
“You did, huh?”
“He’s so sweet. He just sat there in my hands the whole time. I’m going to go hold Mrs. Sprinkles next.”
“That’s great,” I said. “I like their cage.”
“Oh, this is just their carrying cage. Their real cage is in the back. Mommy said you can help me put it together. It’s huge!”
“She did, huh?” I said, and I was struck with visions of past Christmas Eves, when I’d spent hours assembling various… things – painter’s desk, Barbie’s Dreamhouse, the bicycle. Suffice it to say, I found it much more difficult than my father probably would have. Vivian must have known exactly what I was thinking because I felt her slip her arm around me.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “It won’t be that hard. And I’ll be your cheerleader.”
Later that night, after we’d made love, I was lying on my side, tracing the small of Vivian’s back with my finger. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed, beautiful.