“Mom?” asked Lucinda, “What are we having for dinner?”
“Don’t know yet ... Frances, what do you and your mom like?”
Frances asked, “What do we like, or what do we eat?”
Kimberly thought about that question for a second and then asked, “Frances, what would you and your mom love to have for dinner tonight … let’s pretend you won a free dinner at a nice restaurant and there was no check that you had to take care of? Now … what would you order?”
Frances thought this was a great question. It’s fun to imagine ‘what if’ every once in a while. “I think we’d both have steak … definitely steak. We don’t get that at home.”
“So steak it is! See how easy that was?” said Kimberly.
Then the girls walked out to the back porch where Lucinda’s dad was playing his guitar. It’s a pleasant afternoon, not too hot, and he wanted to spend some time outside. He stopped playing though when Frances came out and she said, “You play the guitar very nice, Dr. Sagal.”
“Thank you, Frances,” he said. “I heard you played the piano at Ambur and Honeysuckle’s place today. She has quite a fancy piano from what Mrs. Sagal told me.”
“Yes,” Frances said. “It’s a piano only one can dream about. It’s the only one like it on earth I imagine. It kind of makes it hard for me to go home and play on the old one we have. But at least we have one, and it’s in tune. So I guess I have that to be thankful for.”
“Yes,” Steve said, “there’s always things to be thankful for.”
“Did you hear that Lucinda and I played a duet?”
“Yes, I’m sorry I missed it! I’m sure I’ll hear you two play another time though,” he said.
“Dad, I guess mom told you about the gold we found.”
“Yes, she did. And that was a good reason to invite Frances’ mom over. We don’t see her too often ... shoot, I can’t remember the last time we got together.”
“Well, dad can I give you my gold for you to exchange? Put the money in the bank for school. I think that’s what I should do with it.”
“Sugar,” said her dad, “I’d be happy to. And after dinner we’ll find out what Frances would like to do.”
“Ambur, you haven’t hardly touched your dinner,” said Honeysuckle as she picked up her ear of corn.
“I’ve been thinking about the two girls. They’re nice girls and I worry a little about them.”
“Ambur, you are always the one to tell me not to worry. And you do it too."
“I think men worry more than women do,” he said. “I have to make sure my wife and my baby daughter are well taken care of. I have to make sure you are both safe. Living from place to place is not an easy life, but it’s the life of a troll. We cannot settle in one place too long for we do not own property. How can a troll buy property? No birth certificate. No Social Security number. No driver’s license. No nothing. We have wealth, yes. But that’s not all one needs.”
Honeysuckle then said, “So we are never going to settle in one place? I know … it’s the life of a troll … but I always envied those who never had to move.”
“Ambur said, “It would be...