here are my father and Benny approaching.
I run toward them
excitedly. "Did you come to
take me home?"
yet. In a few days."
"But Grandpa will be worried.
I told him I'd be
home last Saturday. And I'm worried about Ferdeleh.
Is Mamma giving him enough water? He gets very
is taking care of him."
"When is Grandpa going
to be better? When am
I going home?"
be taking you home in a few days."
I go home today? I have to get
Ferdeleh ready. Grandpa is going to be very
pointed. Please take me home today!"
take you home in a few days. . . . Here!
Grandpa told me to give you this."
Papa takes the
glass snowstorm paperweight from his pocket, but
he shows it to Uncle Benny, ignoring me.
"The old man
probably paid a nickel for it. It could
be an antique. If it is, it could
be worth forty, fifty
dollars." I study the swirling snows again, the
white horse and sled, and Grandpa and Ferdelah are
with me for
I place the snowstorm in my pocket. Harry and
Benny have gone into the house. I go to take my turn
on the balcony, and jump,
down, down, down into
Benny and his
maternal-looking wife. Auntie
Bertha, are seated at the table with Harry.
For a long
time they are silent. Bertha sighs.
takes a deep breath, feeling that enough time
has elapsed to bring up the
subject he wants to dis-
cuss with Benny. He takes out another glass paper-
weight and places it on the table.
Benny stares at it.
Harry points proudly to the object on the table.
you know what this is?"
Benny and Bertha stare at each
Harry turns the object as he talks, so Benny can
get a better look. "I found it among the old man's
junk. He probably
paid a quarter for it. If it's a real
antique, it could be worth a hundred
dollars, at least."
Bertha is embarrassed. There is
a long and awk-
"Let's talk about it
another time," says Benny.
"Okay, but there's
a fortune in antiques. I
checked. This really couldn't miss."
I enter the room, interrupting the silence. "When
are you gong to take
"Soon. Soon. When Grandpa gets better."
And for once I am willing to believe.