Chapter 37
“
I
t’s pink,” Lacey said, staring at the gun. “It matches mine,” Monica said.
“Do you have a black one?” Lacey said. Richard took the pink gun out of Lacey’s hand and handed her a black one. They were standing outside the shooting range at the cabin. It was a full house: Richard and Katherine. Lacey and Monica. Mike and Alan. And of course Lacey’s accomplices: Kelly, Robert, and Maria.
“After you’re all done shooting, come in for lunch,” Katherine said. She glanced at Lacey. “I made Jell-O,” she said with a wink.
“Pick a can and line up behind it,” Richard said. Everyone took their air gun and lined up behind a can on the posts twenty feet away. Lacey shot first. It hit the can square in the middle with a zing. It exploded like a carbonated geyser. It felt so good. It wasn’t enough; the others were too slow. In broad strokes from right to left, Lacey swept her air gun back and forth, shooting up everyone else’s cans as well, until they were all exploding, water bursting forth and up, like a Las Vegas water and light show. Lacey jumped up and let out a celebratory yelp.
“You are my daughter,” Richard said. Kelly, who should have been interpreting, was too busy lamenting her usurped can, so Monica relayed Richard’s comment to her. Lacey shrugged and waited as new cans popped into place. Everyone shot as fast as they could, in hopes of preventing Lacey from attacking theirs again. Can after can, they shot. The time flew by, with Lacey the clear winner. It was almost time for dinner. Kelly said she was going to take a nap. Mike and Alan were going with Richard into the woods. Monica wanted to show Lacey family pictures.
“I’m never going to remember all these people,” Lacey said as they walked down a hallway littered with photographs.
“You’ll see them all at the family reunion,” Monica said. Lacey smiled. Monica had come up with the idea for a family reunion and Lacey reluctantly agreed.
“You and Mike seem very happy,” Lacey said. “I see the looks you’re giving each other.”
Monica smiled, her face flushed.
“It’s so new,” she said. “But exciting.”
“Maybe we should do a double wedding,” Lacey said.
“Uh—no,” Monica said. “Way too early to talk like that.” Lacey stopped at a picture at the end of the hall and stared. She took it off the wall.
“What are you doing?” Monica said.
“Why do you have this?” Lacey asked.
“You know her?” Monica asked. “It’s Aunt Grace,” she said. “My father’s sister.”
“Oh,” Lacey said.
“What is it?” Monica asked.
“I just noticed the family resemblance,” Lacey said.
Monica took the picture out of her hands and hung it back on the wall.
“I’ll get you copies of all of these if you’d like,” she said. “But we’d better leave them up for now.” They started to walk away. Monica stopped and tapped Lacey on the shoulder. Then she snatched Aunt Grace’s picture off the wall and handed it to Lacey. Lacey smiled, took the picture, and stuck it down her pants.
Kelly Thayler was the last one to the dinner table. She had to come in a wheelchair. Her leg was in the middle of the dining room table. Flowers from the backyard were sticking out the top.
“That is so not funny,” Kelly said.
“I agree,” Katherine said. “I couldn’t stop them.” Everyone looked at Monica and Lacey. They emitted guilty laughs in unison.
“I’m sorry,” Lacey said. She took the leg off the table and handed it to Kelly. Kelly took the leg and shook it at Lacey.
“Just for that,” she said, “you’re my free babysitter for the year!”
They gathered at the table, Richard and Katherine at the ends, Lacey and Alan on one side, Mike and Monica and Kelly on the other. Apparently, Robert and Maria wanted to eat in front of the television. Everyone at the table stared at the mounds of food, including two large trays of Jell-O, with
WELCOME HOME
written in them. Lacey had to smile.
“Who wants to say grace?” Katherine asked. Lacey and Monica exchanged a look, and then a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Kelly demanded.
“Sorry,” Monica said. “It’s a twin thing.”
“I can’t believe this day has come,” Aunt Grace said. “My beautiful niece. Come, sit by me.”
Lacey remained standing. Aunt Grace glanced at Kelly, who was there to interpret. Then, she patted the empty space next to her on the couch. They were gathered in the back den, away from the crowd. What a day; Lacey had met so many people her head was swimming. Aunts, uncles, cousins. Finally, Aunt Grace. Everyone seemed thrilled to see her, and they were doing pretty well with her Deaf friends too. Robert and his gang were once again keeping everyone entertained. And the Deafies were all great shots, Lacey noticed. They were certainly giving Richard a run for his money. It must be true that when you lost one sense, you made up for it with the others.
“Lacey?” Aunt Grace said. “Aren’t you going to sit?”
“Do you really think I wouldn’t remember you?” Lacey said.
“What are you talking about, dear?” Aunt Grace said.
“I thought you were Miss Lee,” Lacey said. “But I was wrong. It was Miss G, wasn’t it?” Aunt Grace didn’t move or blink. “You visited me every Wednesday. My beautiful art teacher. My surrogate mother. Your encouragement stuck with me my entire life.”
“Oh, honey,” Grace said. “You must have me mixed up with someone else.”
“Cut the crap,” Lacey said. Aunt Grace’s hands absentmindedly went to her cheek. They were shaking.
“You’re the one who’s been leaving me notes. You took my portraits and set up the horse paintings. How did you do it? How did you get in?”
Grace smiled. Lacey could see herself in the mischief of it.
“Some little pixie stole the key for me,” Aunt Grace said.
“Tina,” Lacey said. “Monica’s assistant.”
“And mine,” Aunt Grace said.
“I thought you were all for clearing the air,” Lacey said. “No more secrets. Or did that change when Richard threatened to pull your money? He does control all of your money, doesn’t he?”
“But not this time,” Grace said. “I didn’t get on that plane to Italy. I didn’t get on the plane.” She started to cry.
Lacey finally sat beside her.
“You were young, weren’t you? When you had us?”
Aunt Grace looked at Lacey.
“Yes,” she signed.
“You learned sign language to talk to me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Aunt Grace signed. “I couldn’t believe it when they put you in that school. I wanted to take you back. But they wouldn’t hear of it.”
“How old were you, when you had us?” Lacey asked again.
“I was sixteen,” Aunt Grace said.
“And they convinced you you couldn’t raise two babies on your own.”
“It was very shameful in those days,” Aunt Grace said. “And my father was furious.” She reached her hand out to Lacey. She took it.
“So your big brother stepped in,” Lacey said.
“Katherine always wanted children,” Aunt Grace said. “She wasn’t able to conceive.”
“Who was our father?” Lacey said.
“His name was Thomas,” Aunt Grace said. “Thomas Gears. He was fifteen years older than me. I told him I was in the family way and I never saw him again.”
“This is a lot to take in,” Lacey said. “A lot to take in.”
“Please,” Aunt Grace said. “Don’t tell Monica.”
“What did she say?” Monica asked. She and Lacey were walking through the woods. “Did she admit it?”
“Yes,” Lacey said. “She had us when she was sixteen. Our father’s name was Thomas. He was fifteen years older. When Grace told him she was in the family way, he ran off.”
“Oh boy,” Monica said. “This explains a lot.”
“She told me not to tell you,” Lacey said.
“Of course she did,” Monica said.
“Are you going to tell your parents we know?” Lacey said.
“You mean our aunt and uncle?”
“Come on. They’re still your parents.”
“I don’t know,” Monica said.
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“Yeah.”
“This family sure likes to keep secrets,” Lacey said. She made the sign for “secret,” similar to the sign for “patience,” but instead of moving down the lips, the thumb stayed put, locked against the lips, representing the thing you promised never to tell. Monica plopped down underneath a tree. Lacey sat next to her. Monica leaned her head against the trunk.
“At least we’re not keeping anything secret from each other,” Lacey said. Monica stared at Lacey. “What?” Lacey said. “What is it?”
“It’s not a secret,” Monica said. “I just hadn’t gotten around to telling you yet.”
“What?”
“The
Today
show called. They want to book us as guests.”
“Oh,” Lacey said.
“And I’ve talked to a literary agent. They want to know if we’re interested in writing a book.”
“A book,” Lacey said. “You’re the writer.”
“I want us to write it together.”
“I’ll do as much as I can,” Lacey said.
“Absolutely,” Monica said. “I mean you’ve got the wedding coming up, and portraits to paint, two mothers and a father to get to know—and that’s without mentioning the baby. I wonder if you’ll have twins?”
Lacey stared at her sister in surprise.
“How did you know?” she said.
“I’m your sister, remember?” Monica said. “You can’t fool me.” She put her hand on Lacey’s tiny bump. Lacey put her hand on top of Monica’s.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care,” Lacey said. “But we hope he or she is Deaf.”
“That’s hard for me to understand,” Monica said.
“It’s okay,” Lacey said. “Hearing people really don’t understand. It still comes down to the fact that we’re really happy being Deaf and would celebrate having a Deaf child, but hearing people think deep down we still want to be fixed, we want to be like them.”
“I’m sorry,” Monica said. “I have a lot to learn.”
“We’ve got time,” Lacey said. “And we will love this child, Deaf or hearing, boy or girl, twin or solo. Because whoever they are, one thing is for sure. He or she or they are always going to know who their parents are. And they are going to have one kick-ass aunt.”
“I’m going to spoil him or her or them rotten,” Monica said.
“When they’re mad at me, I’m going to pretend I’m you,” Lacey said.
“They’ll know the difference,” Monica said. “They’ll know.” Monica slid her hand over to Lacey’s and held it. “Are you going to tell them I’m in therapy?” Lacey rubbed her stomach. She signed on top of her tummy.
“There,” she said. “I told ’em. They don’t care. They just want you to get better.”
“Who are you going to let be the grandparents?” Monica said.
“I was thinking of holding auditions,” Lacey said. Monica laughed “But no air guns,” Lacey said. “Not until they’re four.”
“I hope it’s twin girls,” Monica said. “And I hope they look like you.” Lacey laughed. Her tiny belly moved up and down as she did.
“And I hope they look like you,” she said.