The letter crackled one more time under the weight of the heavy words it carried. Jean stared down at it, numb; as she let the words seep in and do their worst once again. Dead. Orphan. Please come home right away. She tried to hold in the tears, for she knew that if she let go now she’d never stop.
“Miss, miss… this is your stop.” Came the kind call of the bus driver, snapping Jean back to reality. Jean smiled and nodded. Picking up her bag and moving to the front of the bus. She stopped in front of the driver and said,
“Thank you for driving me so far… and for being a kind ear.” The bus driver merely nodded his head and smiled kindly, as he opened the doors letting her out. Jean picked up her baggage from the ground and looked around for a familiar face.
“Jeanie!” She heard someone shout. Jean spun around to see her older brother Sam running towards her.
“Sam?” She shouted running to meet her brothers. Sam gathered her into a bear hug.
“It’s so good to have you home again Jeanie!” Sam laughed into her dark hair. Jean pulled back and smiling trying to hold back a tear said,
“It’s great to be back home.” As Sam picked up her bag heading to the old pick-up truck jean stopped him and asked “How is grandma handling this?” Sam shook his head opening the door for her.
“She ain’t doing so good Jean… she misses Dad… since he died… “Jean sat like a rock in the truck for the rest of the ride. Neither knew what to say, so as the radio played Jean glanced out the window. Jean watched the trees whiz by the truck window.
“How did we get here Sam?” She whispered mingling tears with sighs. Sam’s jaw clenched and he tightened his grip on the wheel, as a tear slipped down his cheek. Looking back out the window Jean had visions of their childhood and how fun it had bee. So full of life and gaiety when Mamma had been alive. The last days of her life lingered in Jean’s mind. She had been so weak… the cancer did its worst, ravaging at her body. As Jean relived her Mamma’s last moments she lulled off to sleep, Mamma’s face still with her.
“We’re here Jean.” Sam said, as he swung his long legs out of the truck. Jean Stepped out of the truck into the soft earth bellow her.
“Land sakes! Jeanie! Jeanie, honey! It’s so good to see you!” Jean’s grandma laughed as she ran to her. All Jean could do was to run into the arms of her father’s mother. There she buried her face in her grandmother’s abundant girth and soaked up the love.
“Oh Grandma, I’m so glad to be home!” she muttered as her grandma squeezed her tighter, when she finally released her she held Jean at arm’s length.
“Oh Jeanie, honey, you look wonderful as pretty as a fresh glass of buttermilk.” She said full of smile and sweetness. Jean beamed as she wiped away the smudge of flour from her grandma’s chubby cheek. “Now Sam you carry those bags inside.” She called over her shoulder as she linked arms with Jean and headed towards the house. “I think there’s someone who’d like to see you.” She said with a knowing twinkle in her eye.
Here Jean smiled like there was no tomorrow that face running through her mind. She hugged tighter on her grandma’s arm. The two made their way up the creaky old stairs onto the veranda.
“I’m just going to have to get Sam to fix them there stairs.” Jean’s grandma muttered more to herself than to Jean. Jean swung open the screen door and entered the house. She just stood in the doorway for a moment taking in the sight. There in the corner was Mamma’s old rocking chair, the one she had sat in right before her death, and the one her Deady died in. Both parents had sought the sunlight. She walked crossed the floor weakly and sat in the chair.
“Now Jeanie, don’t worry for me… I’m going to a better place.” Jean’s mamma’s voice lingered in her mind, followed by the image of her father slumped over in the chair.
“Jean… he just gave up on life… after your mamma died he, just… died inside… it took a little longer for the rest to go.” Jean heard her grandma say with a hand on her shoulder. Jean merely nodded her head smiling, looking around the room. There above the fireplace was the old cross stitched picture that said, ‘God bless this Home,’ which her grandma had stitched for her son’s family.
“Jeanie how’d you like a cookie, honey?” her grandma said pulling her back to reality. Jean smiled faintly and shook her head no. making her way to the table she sat down. “Jeanie, there’s someone who wants to see you.” She said gently.
Jean stood up quickly and looked around the room. Smiling she said, “Where is he?” suddenly she heard the pitter patter of unsure feet making their way into the kitchen.
“Jeanie!” a little person stumbled towards jean, threatening to fall at any moment.
“Trent!” Came the reply to his cry. Jean reached out to the arms that begged to be held; all of a sudden her reason for coming home was in her arms.
“Jeanie y-you came home!” Came the slow small voice. Jean smiled, and sitting back in the chair she looked over the little boy. Looking deep into his eyes, she laughed looking at his fingers, still clutching a little red crayon. Kissing the small hand, she released the boy who by now was squirming to get down.
“How have you been Trent?” Jean asked the little boy, leaning forward. Trent seemed to have lost interest in the conversation, and Jean was quite alarmed. He was humming and coloring on the table cloth with his crayon.
“Oh, no Trent, honey! Here color on this!” His great grandma said a little rushed, as she slid a paper under the crayon. Still worried, Jean crept up behind Trent to see what he was drawing. Before her was a masterpiece.
“Trent, what are you drawing?” Jean asked him. This time he seemed to come alive. Brightening he said,
“I-it’s all of us to-gether… d-do you like it?” Jean smiled and hugged the small child.
“I most certainly do, it’s beautiful. How’d you like to help me unpack Trent?” She added at the end. When Trent heard this he nodded his head enthusiastically. “God on upstairs, honey, and I’ll be right up.” Gently she added. Helping him up from his chair, she led him to the stairs keeping him from falling. “It’s been getting worse… hasn’t it Grandma?” grimly she concluded once Trent was out of the room.
“Have a seat Jeanie, here have a cookie.” Her grandma said busying herself.
“Grandma… stop trying to patronize me… I have a right to know… its getting worse isn’t it?” the words thudded into the silent room. Her grandma sighed and sat down, folding her hands.
“Jean, I won’t lie to you, since your Mamma… and Deady died… Trent hasn’t been doing well.” She said starring Jean in the eye. Jean nodded and looked up at the staircase holding down the tears once again.
“I’m going to his school tomorrow… to get things straightened out.” She choked out. At this her grandma smiled and clasped Jean’s had.
“That’s it honey! I knew your Mamma was right in leaving Trent to you… Sam and me… you know we can’t handle anything like this… we don’t got the schooling that you’ve had.” Jean smiled dryly.
“Excuse me… I think I’ll go up and see what Trent’s up to.” She said standing, her grandma nodded.
“You go right on up sugar; Sam should’ve put your bags in your room” Jean steadied herself and went up the old stairs. Step one, Mamma kisses Sam’s knee to make it all better. Step two, Deady’s arms holding her as she cried from a nightmare. As she ascended the stairs these memories haunted her.
“Trent, what are you doing?!” Jean laughed as she entered her old bedroom. There was her little brother standing in the center of a big pile of clothes she had brought with her sucking his thumb. She stifled a laugh and bent down to his level.
“I-I’m sorry Jeanie, I wanted to try and help.” Came the innocent plea. Jean looked into the wide blue eyes that pouted up at her.
“Well… I don’t think any harms been done.” She said looking into is eyes. Her little brother yawned, and she had to chuckle. “Are we tiered Trent?” she asked him. He shook his head no, and she took him y the hand leading him to his room. After helping him get ready for bed, Jean knelt down with Trent for their evening prayers.
“God, please bless Mommy and Deady. Grandma says they are in heaven with you. And bless Grandma and Sam… and bless Jeannie… dear God please don’t let her go away again.” Jean brushed a tea away from the corner of her eye, as it tempted to bring a cascade of tears. “Jeanie… you won’t go away will you?” He whispered letting a yawn escape his mouth.
“No sweetheart, I’m gonna be with you always.” She whispered.
“Promise?” he said lulling off to sleep. Jean smiled and pulled the red crayon out of his hand saying,
“I promise.” After kissing his forehead, she turned out the light and closed his door.
Closing the door in her bedroom, she knelt by her own bed. “God, please just help us make it through this… it’s so hard since… Mamma ad Deady died. I know you have a good reason for wanting them with you… just… please keep us down here.” Getting up she crawled into her bed. Turning off the light, she finally let the tears that had been begging to fall, do just that. After awhile of crying she gave into the sleep that came from the tiredness that crying brought, still holding the red crayon.
“Trent… come on honey, wake up.” Jean said kneeling over her brother. The little elphin boy poked his head up from the covers.
“Jeanie… I dreamt about Mamma… she told me that you were here to stay with me… I-I love my Mamma… are you my new Mamma…” The little boy said with such innocent eyes. Jean’s heart melted all over again; quickly she hugged the boy tight.
“Don’t ever change sugar; I want you to get ready for school now, okay? Breakfast is all ready. Grandma made pancakes.” She ordered gently. Trent got out of bed obediently and started about doing as she said. “Grandma… are you up yet?” jean whispered into the kitchen.
“Come on in honey, no need to tip toe around your own home. Pop a squat on that bench. Breakfast is comin’ right up.: her grandma said warmly. Jean shook her head smiling. This woman never ceased to amaze her. Shortly Sam made his way into the breakfast table.
“Mornin’ Jean, were’s Trent?” Sam said unfolding his napkin.
“I’m not sure, Grandma, I’m going to see what’s holding Trent up.” Jean said getting up from the table. Her grandma nodded without wavering from the stove. “Trent… are you up here?” Jean said opening up his door. Trent sat in the middle of the floor, still struggling with his socks. Jean knelt down, and helped him put them on.
“Are you taking me to school Jeanie?” he said looking up at her with a finger in his mouth.
“Well, I sure am sweetie. Would you like that?” she said occupying herself with a shoelace. The boy nodded his head fervently and bounded up, unsteadily racing for the door. The two headed down the stairs. Jean helped Trent sit at the table.
“Now, what were you two plotting up there?” her grandma said, smiling at Jean. Jean looked at Trent and smiling said,
“Oh, we were figuring out how to tie Sam’s shoelaces together under the table without him noticing it.”
“Hey!” Sam shouted flicking a spoonful of jelly in Jean’s direction. Trent clapped his hands and gave out a squeal of delight. Jean noticed how Trent was acting. She smiled to herself and sighed. Finally it was like old times again, they were around the table sharing a meal. Just as she was thinking to herself she barely dodged a spoon of jelly coming at her.
“Alright you two, stop it.” Their grandma said in mock sternness. “For twenty-something’s you two sure are immature. Sam, you get to work, and Jeanie, you’ve gotta get Trent to school.” Both siblings smiled, and getting up from the table both started on their ways. Jean gave her grandma a peck on the cheek, and followed Sam out to the truck with Trent. As Trent tried to pick his way along the ground, Sam stooped down and lifted him up onto his shoulders. Trent squealed and tugging on his brother’s hair he said,
“Sammy, Jeanie’s taking me to school.”
“Is that so little brother?!” Sam laughed, tickling Trent as he swung him into the seat next to Jean. The trio headed down the road towards the school. All three were quiet for the beginning of the trip until little Trent piped up,
“Sammy c-can we listen t-to the radio… p-pleeeeease.” He began to whine.
“Awww, Sam, let him listen to the radio.” Jean offered defending her younger brother. Sam shook his head, but turned the radio on. Trent nodded his head to the music as they pulled into the primary school.
“Last stop, little Trent’s school.” Sam said opening the door. Jean smiled at him, and taking Trent’s hand in her own, headed towards the little school house. She looked at the halls and all of the artwork on them. Looking down at Trent she thought to herself how wonderful his art was.
“Here we are Jeanie.” Trent said, stopping in front of his class tugging his sister towards the door.
“I’ll be in with you in a minute sweetheart.” She said releasing her hand from his. Trent looked up at her pleading, but nodded his head and went into the classroom obediently. Jean made her way down the hall towards the counselor’s office. These hallways held so many memories for her. Running down these very halls with her brother Sam. Letting a dog loose in the halls, and ending up… right in front of the front office doors were she was right now. Here she stopped remembering how small she felt when she walked through these doors. Just the same sensation she had felt when she first walked through the doors of Harvard… so little among so many…
“Now, Jean, do us proud you hear… you’ll be the first college graduate out of the family… Dr. Jean… oh you’ll be so fine.” Her mother’s fading words came to mind. Jean choked down the tears, and swung the doors open.
“Jeanie! How are you?” Came the joyful voice pulling her back to earth again. She looked up and saw her old friend.
“Laura?! Laura Hastings?! What in the world are you doing here?” She said smiling and running towards her school friend.
“Well, I spent so much time here as a child, that it seemed natural. Not really, I’m the school counselor.” Her friend said leading her down the narrow hall. Taking a seat in the small room, her friend turned to her. “So, what brings you all the way down here from Harvard?” she questioned. Jean just looked at her down trodden. Laura looked away for a moment. “Oh, I see. Trent… he, is what you’re here about isn’t he?” She said putting her glasses on.
“Yes, I’m here about Trent. Laura what’s going on, no one will tell me how bad he is.” Jean said leaning in.
“Well, some tests have been run, and Jean… your brother has autism. A very mild case you understand, Trent really is an exceptional boy, but he will need help in getting along for as long as he lives.” She said sorrowfully. Jean leaned back in her chair for a moment.
“So… what does this mean?” she asked cautiously.
“There are always… options… in dealing with cases like these.”
“Hold on Laura…you’re not suggesting that I send him away… no I’m not letting Trent go… I’m keeping him.” Jean said shaking violently noticing the red crayon still in her hand.
“Well, it is your choice… here… at least take these pamphlets with you… they can help you with your decision.” Laura said handing her the papers. Jean stared at the cold documents for a moment. Getting up she walked down the hall towards the main office.
“Excuse me; can I bother you to borrow the phone?” Jean asked the receptionist. The lady just nodded her head and pointed in the phones direction. “Hello… Sam? Can you come pick Trent and I up… something’s… happened…” As she hung up the phone, she sat in the office until Sam came.
“Jean… what happened?” Sam said rushing at Jean, worry written all over his face.
“Oh, Sam…” She said burying herself in his chest. Sam just wrapped his arms around her, and let her cry.
The office lady called Trent down from his class. “J-Jeanie! W-we’re leaving?” Trent said as he ran towards Jean. She just picked up Trent and smiled at him.
“Yeah Trent… we’re going home…” She said looking at Sam. The three walked out to the truck, and had a quiet ride back home. The silence really was stagnant and uncomfortable. Jean just stared out the window, trying to keep the tears from falling. The truck pulled into the yard somewhat bumpily.
“Come on Trent, let’s go look at the ducks.” Sam said stopping the truck, and opening the door. He looked at Jean sideways, nodding, and led Trent away to leave her alone. Jean stepped out of the truck unsteadily, and made her way onto the veranda. Sitting in a chair she looked down at the pamphlets in her hand. They looked so cold and impersonal. They didn’t know her brother. How talented he was. How he could draw, and light up the room with his laugh. Jean started to cry. He didn’t look like there was anything wrong…
“Sugar… what’s wrong?” Jean heard her grandma murmur. She curled up in her grandma’s full arms.
“The school… they say Trent isn’t ever going to be completely alright… he looks alright… how can this be… I’m not questioning God or anything… it’s just…” Jean cried. Her grandma stiffened.
“What am I hearing you say Jean… you know why your mother picked you to raise Trent… because she knew how you loved him, God chose Trent because he loves him, and he is giving you a precious gift. You’ll get to watch him grow and become a wonderful young person. Now you stop those tears and remember that God is with you and with Trent. No matter what any of these people say, they’ll never know him the way you or I do.” Jean looked at her grandma and saw her eyes soften. “Oh, sweetie, I know your heart. And you’re going to do a fine job raising Trent… we all is here for you.” Her grandma said hugging her one more time.
“Jeanie… Jeanie! Have you seen the ducks?” Trent laughed running up to Jean with Sam.
“I sure have sweetie.” She said smiling, looking at Sam with a kind smile.
“Jeanie… can we go play inside…” Trent pled with Jean.
“Sure honey lets go play.” Jean smiled at her precious little gift. Jean led Trent inside and pulled out some paper and the red crayon.
“Will we always be like this Jeanie?” Trent asked as he picked up the crayon.
“Yes, honey.” Jean said smiling.
“Promise?” He asked.
“I promise.” Jean smiled guiding his hand as they colored.
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