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Soleil scrawled her name across the top of her paper and slipped it into her folder. Glancing at the clock, she gathered her books and set off for the daycare. Leaves drifted down from the autumn trees of orange red and golden brown. A soft breeze flowed through the town, perfecting the October day. 4:00, and the sun was settling down in the west. She had to get Kira and Brent home before dark. Soleil hated to leave them at the daycare longer than necessary, but she had to get her homework done before going home. Kira had protested at the beginning of the year -,?There?s nobody but a bunch of babies there!? - but since discovering her best friend from Mrs. Holt?s second grade class also went to the daycare after school, she hated to leave. But Soleil wouldn?t let her stay longer. She didn?t like those people, always acting as if they knew everything about kids. She wondered how many of them had sat up all night so the monsters wouldn?t get Brent, or if they had ever prepared three plates of spaghetti so Kira could have just the right amount of sauce on her noodles. As far as she could tell, all they did was tell the kids when to eat, when to nap, and when to use the bathroom. Yesterday, there wasn?t even anyone in the playroom when she got there.
Squinting against the sun, she opened the white door of the front entrance.
?Solly!?
Just returning from the bathroom, Brent broke free of the single ? file line and ran to his big sister. His four-year-old tongue couldn?t quite say her name, but Soleil understood him all the same.
?Hey kid! Were you a good boy today??
Brent smiled just a little, a mischievous glow coming into his bright blue eyes.
?I switched juice boxes with Katie and she never even noticed!? he announced proudly.
The teacher came over and said, ?Now Brent ??
Soleil cut her off, ?I?ll take care of it.? Turning to Brent, she said, ?You have to ask next time, okay? It?s not nice to take people?s things. Go apologize to Katie.?
Looking somewhat flat, Brent went over and tugged Katie?s sweater.
?I?m sorry?, he said sorrowfully, ?Your juice was yummy though?, he added, looking up hopefully. Katie giggled and gave him a hug just as Kira appeared from the playground.
?Do we have to go already??
?What, not even a ?hi?? Yes, we have to go. Say good bye to Elizabeth and get your bookbag.? Soleil bent over the blue notebook and signed them out. She looked up at the laminated rainbows and teddy bears and sighed. Despite the white washed walls and fresh blue trim, the place always seemed so dreary. Maybe it was the worn down old ladies, always ready to snap at a kid who did one little thing wrong. Her own memories of daycare were not fond ones. She had hated daycare and lived for going home with Mommy. Soleil was sure Kira and Brent hated it too, but there were no alternatives. Mom worked all day, and wouldn?t be home until 5:30.
Hopefully this time there would be groceries in that brown paper bag she always brought home. Soleil wasn?t sure what they would eat tonight. Taking Brent?s hand, she guided him down the steps and they set off for home, a simple white house near the vet?s, right at the edge of town. They had lived there since Brent was born and Michael had left. Soleil knew why he left, but she never said so. Sally Keenan wasn?t the domestic type, not one to settle down and marry. Before he left, Michael had turned to Soleil and sail, ?I?m counting on you, you know. Make sure Kira and Brent are taken care.?
Mom had always held a job, always been able to put food on the table, but after Thomas Windsor had walked out on her and their six-month-old baby girl, Sally had become a free spirit, afraid of being hurt again. She had reverted to her maiden name, Keenan, and never looked back. Soleil was sure she would marry Michael when Kira arrived, and then again three years later when Brent came. ?But Mom turned him down both times?, she though bitterly. The second time he announced that he wasn?t going to wait around forever and packed his bags. Without Michael?s income, they had had to leave their two-story farmhouse. He went back to the city to finish his degree. A check had come every month for years, but in the last couple of months Soleil hadn?t seen one. ?We sure could use the money?, she thought as they made their way up to the door, once a cheery red, but now chipped and peeling. The shutters were in the same condition, and stained linen curtains hung in the dirty windows. Soleil fished her key out of the bottom of her bag and opened the door. She flipped the light, and the almost dark house was illuminated. Outside, the sun had begun to fade behind the trees and the air had grown colder.
?Kira, put on a sweater. Brent, leave your sweatshirt on, honey.?
It?d be better to wait a few more weeks before turning on the heater. The less the bills were, the happier Mom was. Glancing at the digital clock on the microwave, she saw that Sally wouldn?t be home for another 45 minutes, if she was on time.
?Kira, do you have homework??
The next hour slipped by as Soleil tried to explain subtraction and Brent played with his Legos. It wasn?t until Kira said, ?I?m hungry. When?s dinner?? that Soleil realized it was almost 6:00. They were usually done eating by 6:30 so that they could watch ?The Magic Show? together before Brent went to bed. Kira helped with the dishes and then was tucked in herself. By 8:00, the house was quiet and Mom would watch TV or pay bills while Soleil did any homework she had left and read until 9:30.
Sally went to work at 6:00 and Soleil usually dropped the kids off at daycare around 7:00. Then she went to the school and read in the library until class started. Occasionally she would help the librarian shelve books, but mostly she read the girly magazines that she couldn?t get at home. Soleil had really wanted a subscription to Seventeen for her 16th birthday, but Sally had said there wasn?t enough money and instead they all went to the movies and then out to Joe?s Cafe for a birthday dinner, complete with cake. She did get new shampoo and conditioner that made her hair so soft and shiny, and school clothes from the JCPenney. Soleil knew Mom must have really saved for the two skirts and pretty tops, even a pair of khakis. Her jacket, with it?s fleecy lining and bright blue color, had come in the mail from Michael, along with a card that said, ?Hope your birthday is a special as you. Happy sweet 16. Michael.? The card was propped up on her dresser, along with Brent?s messy hand-drawn one and Kira?s computerized artwork. Soleil wished they had a computer, Kira would really love it. But right now, Kira would really love . . . dinner. And she had no idea where Mom was. ?There has to be something to eat?, she thought as she glanced through the bare cupboard and empty refrigerator. Finally she cut up some apple and spread them with the last of the peanut butter. She dug out some Ritz crackers and grape juice. It wasn?t a real dinner, but it would have to do.
?Mom will bring home some more food?, she assured Kira and Brent as they munched on the snack food they would never repress their active appetites.
?Where is Momma?? asked Brent, carefully and systematically spreading peanut butter all over his cherub face.
?Stop that!? scolded Soleil, laughing as he smeared his forehead with the brown goo. ?She?ll be home soon.?
But she wasn?t. Soleil sighed as she looked at the clock. 9:42.
?Where is she??
Sally had always come home. In fact, it was only in the last couple of months that this would have seemed unusual rather than extremely worrisome. Sally had become unreliable, always late and forgetting things like groceries and bills. She seemed out of it, as is she didn?t even realize Soleil was there. And always, always she had the brown paper bag, though Soleil never saw what was in it. Certainly not food. It was lucky that Sally prepaid there lunches at school, or sometimes they might go hungry. Breakfast was served at the daycare, and Soleil usually had an apple on the way to school.
?If Mom doesn?t get some food, I?ll have to get some?, she thought. She really hated to use her church money, but it wasn?t the first time she had had to. They paid her $20.00 a week to run the nursery for all the Sunday services and the Wednesday night vigil. 8:30 to noon on Sundays and 8:00 to 10:00 Wednesday night, but it was worth it. The church ladies paid in cash, and sometimes tipped extra is she kept the kids quiet and didn?t interrupt the service with a crier. Soleil had opened a bank account at Green?s Westchester Bank over a year ago. They had a little branch in town where she could deposit and withdraw money, but she had to make a special trip to the big bank in Westchester, the next town over, to open her account. Right now, Soleil had $17.00 in cash. ?Enough to get chicken nuggets and mac and cheese for dinner?, she thought, ?I?ll stop before I pick the kids up tomorrow.? Sighing, she checked the clock again. 10:02. Where was Sally? ?Oh well. I?m going to bed.?
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