“Are you nervous?”
“No. I feel a trace of sadness, like it’s the end of an era, but that’ll pass I’m sure.”
“Well… good.”
We entered the lower school building and as I watched mothers and their children entering the classroom two by two, I thought of the story of Noah’s ark, London’s favorite book. I expected to see Emily and Bodhi but didn’t spot them; I wondered if she’d already come and gone or hadn’t yet arrived.
Not that it mattered, of course. We stood in line with other parents and children who were heading toward the kindergarten class; sets of two by twos both in front and behind us. The line moved quickly and when we were at the door, Vivian took charge, joining my dad and London.
“Okay, sweetie. Give Papa and Nana a kiss, okay? Then it’s my turn.”
London did as she was told, kissing both my parents before kissing Vivian.
“Your dad will pick you up, but I want to hear all about school when you get home. And remember, you have piano today at four, okay? I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mommy.”
The teacher was smiling. “Well, hello London. Good to see you again. Are you ready for a fun day?”
“Yes, ma’am,” London replied, and with a gentle hand on her back, Vivian scooted London forward while the teacher made room for her to pass. As cautioned, we didn’t linger at the door or windows, though I was able to spot London standing at a low table littered with felt of different shapes and sizes. Kids were stacking them, making designs. Still no sign of Bodhi, but London didn’t seem fazed.
It was only when we were making our way back to the car that I registered what had happened.
“I didn’t have a chance to kiss her goodbye.”
“That’s okay. You’ll see her after school.” Vivian shrugged.
“Do you want to swing by the lobby to see the counselor?”
“Not a chance,” she said. “I’m already late for work. Walter is probably pacing his office, waiting for me.”
While London was in school, I reconfirmed all aspects of filming before meeting with the head of the camera crew. We reviewed the schedule, along with the footage that was needed – especially for the longer commercial, which had more than a dozen different shots and would need three days – and made sure we were on exactly the same page. After that, I also cold-called the offices of half a dozen plastic surgeons, and lined up two meetings for the following week.
Not bad for a day’s work, and when I went to pick up London, I waited in a queue that stretched down the street. Unlike the drop-off, pickup was more chaotic and time consuming, and it took twenty minutes before London finally got in the car.
“How was your first day of school?” I asked her, slowly pulling out and watching her reflection in the rearview mirror.
“It was fun,” she said. “The teacher let me help her read Go, Dog. Go! at story time. Some of the kids don’t even know their letters yet.”
“They’ll catch up,” I said. “I don’t think I was reading when I went to kindergarten.”
“Why not?”
“My parents didn’t read to me too much. They probably assumed I’d learn to read when I was in school.”
“Why didn’t they read to you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they were too tired.”
“Mom reads to me when she’s tired. And you read to me when you’re tired.”
“People are just different, I guess. Hey, by the way, did Bodhi ever show up at school?”
“Yes and we get to sit at the same table. He’s really good at coloring.”
“That’s great. It’s nice to sit by someone you already know.”
By then, the school was receding in the distance. “Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go to Dairy Queen before piano? Since I went to school today?”
Noting the time, I did a quick calculation. “I think we can squeeze that in.”
The stop for ice cream meant that we arrived at the piano teacher’s house with only a few minutes to spare. London had been on the go for eight hours, nine by the time the lesson was over, and that didn’t count the time it had taken her to get ready for school. She was going to be exhausted by the time we got home.
While London practiced, I took a walk through the neighborhood. My knees were a bit achy from the regular jogging but not too bad. I had just set out when I heard my cell phone ringing. Marge.
“How did London do on her first day?” Marge asked without preamble.
“She had a good time,” I answered. “Her friend Bodhi was there.”
“Yeah? How about Bodhi’s mom?”
“I didn’t see her,” I said. “We were gone by the time she and Bodhi got there.”
“Thank God,” she said. “Otherwise, poor Emily might have been melted by Vivian’s laser-beam death stares.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be working instead of picking on my wife?”
“I’m not picking on her. If anything, I’m on her side. I mean if Liz started hanging out with her ex, who also happened to be a terrific, beautiful, recently separated woman, I’d be trying to annihilate her with my laser-beam stares, too.”
“What is it with women?”
“Oh please. Don’t even go there. Are you kidding? I’m sure you just love hearing her bring up Walter in every conversation. Even I was getting tired of his name.”
“She works for him,” I said, trying to downplay it. “It’s normal.”