A Farewell to Yarns

traffic, and she said, “Jane, I don’t like this. Circles within circles,“ she added ominously.
    “Oh Shelley, the temptation to fling myself out the door in front of traffic is almost too much,“ she said, puffing so frantically she made herself a little dizzy. “As if the stress of any Christmas, much less my first Christmas as a widow weren’t enough... You know what this means, don’t you? She’s bringing that overgrown brat to my house. My house! I’ll have him drooping around, snarling—Mike will despise him on sight, and I’m afraid Katie will do just the opposite.“
    “Well, it won’t be forever,“ Shelley sad. “You said she was only staying two or three days.“
    “I said that’s what I assumed, but obviously my assuming powers aren’t at their best. I didn’t specify a time limit, and neither did she. Just said she’d be here today. It didn’t cross my mind to ask when she’d be leaving. It didn’t seem to matter. She’s so easy to be around, I figured she’d stay as long as she wanted without being in my way. Oh, what have I done?”
    They worked their way through airport traffic. At the entrance to the baggage claim area, Phyllis was standing alone. She got in the backseat of the minivan and was quiet for a minute. She was very pale with bright, angry circles of red on her cheeks.
    “Poor Bobby,“ she finally said, but she didn’t sound sympathetic. After a paused, she worked up to tolerant understanding. “I don’t think he likes traveling. Of course, he won’t admit it, but I wonder if he’s afraid of planes. Lots of people are, but a boy his age wouldn’t admit it. Yes, I think that must be it. He’s been—well, touchy, I guess, you’d say, ever since I told him about our plans for Christmas.“
    “Your plans for Christmas?“ Jane asked, her heart in her mouth.
    “Why visiting you, I mean.“ She started rummaging in her purse for a tissue.
    Jane cast Shelley a despairing look and mouthed, “Two weeks!“
    “Where is Bobby?“ Shelley asked. She was blocking traffic, and people were starting to honk and swerve around her.
    “There’s some problem with one of this bags,“ Phyllis said with a definite sniffle. Jane immediately thought of a drug bust.
    What might happen if someone coming to visit her had a suitcase full of cocaine? Would the authorities think she had something to do with it?
    “The airline scuffed one of them up horribly, and he’s very upset. Bobby isn’t used to having nice things, and he’s rather fussy about them now. That’s only natural.”
    At this point, Bobby himself came slamming out through the doors with a skycap loaded down with luggage in his wake. Shelley got out, opened the back doors of the minivan, and supervised while Jane and Phyllis sat silently in the car. Jane noticed that Bobby didn’t make any move to tip the man, so Shelly took care of it.
    She’d have to remember to reimburse Shelley later.
    Bobby and Shelly reached the driver’s door at the same time. “I’ll drive,“ he said.
    “I beg your pardon?“ Shelley said in a voice that would have frozen anyone else.
    “I said I’ll drive. I’m not riding with no broad.“
    “Bobby, dear—“ Phyllis bleated.
    But Shelly didn’t need help. She gave Bobby her look, which had been known to make car repairmen and school principals cringe. “This ‘broad’ owns the vehicle and pays the insurance. You’ll ride with me, or you’ll walk.“
    “Oh, dear—“ Phyllis said.
    Bobby opened the back door, nearly yanking it off the hinges, and threw himself in next to Phyllis. Shelley climbed into the driver’s seat with frigid dignity. Her knuckles on the steering wheel were white. Before pulling into traffic, shejammed a Christmas music tape into the tape player with a savage gesture.
    Jane lit another cigarette.
    Everyone pretended interest in traffic. They were two miles from the airport before anyone ventured to speak. Phyllis, her voice a bit shaky, said, over the sounds of “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,”
    “Oh, look. It’s starting to snow. How wonderful. You can’t imagine how I’ve missed snow all these years. And how I’ve missed Chicago. Not that I don’t love living on the island—but I always get a little sad at Christmas. Chet has a pine tree flown in from Canada every year, of course, but it’s not the same when you’re sitting around in shorts with the windows open. A pine tree just doesn’t smell the same in a warm