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“Hey, Hem.” I moved a couple of boxes aside so he could come in. “You dont believe in letting a person settle themselves in before you get to bothering them, now, do you?”
But I patted the corner of the bed. Hemingways company wasnt so bad. He had a way about him that made all the tired go out of a person.
“Mama says we got to move pretty quick here,” he said, eyeing all my boxes.
“Not just yet.” I straightened up a stack of poems on my bed. “She just wants us to get a head start, is all.”
“Thing is…” He bit at a hangnail on his thumb and I knew what was coming. Hem always got fidgety when he was thinking about Daddy. “Hows he going to find us?”
I pulled his thumb away from his mouth. “Hell find us if the time comes.”
I knew how badly Hem wanted Daddy to come walking back up our front steps, and I wanted that for him, I really did. But I wasnt so sure I wanted that for me.
He got up and took a good look out my bedroom window. “Its almost time to go out, Harper Lee.”
“You know Im not going to go out to the porch,” I reminded him.
He leaned forward as if he was going to tell me a good secret. “But Im thinking I might wait on the driveway path today, right out front, you know? Just so as he can see me better.”
But deep down, I think Hemingway knew as well as I did, when Daddy had made his way down that driveway path a whole year ago, he had never figured on coming back.