DOORWAY

Mr. Langley is the last one

through the door. Me and Charlie

go straight to our rooms,

but we’ll be back.

We wouldn’t miss their talk

for all the sleep we might get

in our own beds before supper.

So we wait. And when we hear

the pots and pans clanging

in the kitchen, we sneak out

with socks and silent steps.

I barely breathe, peering around

the doorway. Mr. Langley’s hand

is on Aunt Bee’s arm.

He pulls her close

and wraps his arms around her.

I’m so glad he made it, he says.

His voice is ancient and sad,

like it’s been around for

a thousand years, but it’s still

bright at the edges.

Aunt Bee buries her face

in his shoulder and doesn’t

say anything. They stay that way

for a long time, until Aunt Bee

pulls away and turns back to the stove.

She wipes the back of her hand

across her eyes, like she might be

getting rid of tears.

Mr. Langley pushes himself onto

the counter beside the stove,

like my daddy used to do.

He watches Aunt Bee turn on

the burners and break apart spaghetti

and drop it into the water. He lets her

stay in her quiet until she hands him

the sauce jar and he twists it open

in one try.

Then he says, When will you

talk to him?

Aunt Bee stirs the spaghetti pot

and says, As soon as he’ll understand,

and her voice breaks apart

in the middle of it.

It’s then I realize how scared

she is that Granddad will never

get better. That he will never

understand.

Mr. Langley slides off the counter

and puts his arms around Aunt Bee

again. I’m ready to marry you, he says,

real quiet. But me and Charlie

hear it easily, since we’ve listened

to talking softer than those words.

I’ve been ready a long time.

I know, Aunt Bee says.

She looks him straight in the eye.

I am, too. But I have to make it right

with Daddy first.

Of course, Mr. Langley says.

There’s so much to say.

So much for him

to make right, too.

Aunt Bee nods, and she has that

look on her face like she can’t

talk anymore. After a minute, Mr. Langley

kisses her right on the mouth.

Charlie gasps. We have sense enough

to move back into the living room

and then race real quiet back

to her room.