Duma Key

Ilse's plane arrived ten minutes ahead of schedule. She was radiant in faded jeans and a Brown University tee-shirt, and I didn't see how Jack could keep from falling in love with her right there in Terminal B. She threw herself into my arms, covered my face with kisses, then laughed and grabbed me when I started listing to port on my crutch. I introduced her to Jack and pretended not to see the small diamond (purchased at Zales, I had no doubt) flashing on the third finger of her left hand when they shook.

"You look wonderful, Daddy," she said as we stepped out into the balmy December evening. "You've got a tan. First time since you built that rec center in Lilydale Park. And you've put on weight. At least ten pounds. Don't you think so, Jack?"

"You'd be the best judge of that," Jack said, smiling. "I'll go get the car. You okay to stand, boss? This may take awhile."

"I'm good."

We waited on the curb with her two carry-ons and her computer. She was smiling into my eyes.

"You saw it, didn't you?" she asked. "Don't pretend you didn't."

"If you mean the ring, I saw. Unless you won it in one of those quarter drop-the-claw games, I'd say congratulations are in order. Does Lin know?"

"Yep."

"Your mother?"

"What do you think, Daddy? Best guess."

"My best guess is... not. Because she's so concerned about Grampy right now."

"Grampy wasn't the only reason I kept the ring in my purse the whole time I was in California - except to show Lin, that is. Mostly I just wanted to tell you first. Is that evil?"

"No, honey. I'm touched."

I was, too. But I was also afraid for her, and not just because she wouldn't be twenty for another three months.

"His name's Carson Jones, and he's a divinity student, of all things - do you believe it? I love him, Daddy, I just love him so much."

"That's great, honey," I said, but I could feel dread climbing my legs. Just don't love him too much, I was thinking. Not too much. Because -

She was looking at me closely, her smile fading. "What? What's wrong?"

I'd forgotten how quick she was, and how well she read me. Love conveys its own psychic powers, doesn't it?

"Nothing, hon. Well... my hip's hurting a little."

"Have you had your pain pills?"

"Actually... I'm stepping down on those a little more. Plan on getting off them entirely in January. That's my New Year's resolution."

"Daddy, that's wonderful!"

"Although New Year's resolutions are made to be broken."

"Not you. You do what you say you're going to do." Ilse frowned. "That's one of the things Mom never liked about you. I think it makes her jealous."

"Hon, the divorce is just something that happened. Don't go picking sides, okay?"

"Well, I'll tell you something else that's happening," Ilse said. Her lips had thinned down. "Since she's been out in Palm Desert, she's seeing an awful lot of this guy down the street. She says it's just coffee and sympathy - because Max lost his father last year, and Max really likes Grampy, and blah-blah-blah - but I see the way she looks at him and I... don't... care for it!" Now her lips were almost gone, and I thought she looked eerily like her mother. The thought that came with this was oddly comforting: I think she'll be all right. I think if this holy Jones boy jilts her, she'll still be okay.

I could see my rental car, but Jack would be awhile yet. The pickup traffic was stop-and-go. I leaned my crutch against my midsection and hugged my daughter, who had come all the way from California to see me. "Go easy on your mother, okay?"

"Don't you even care that-"

"What I mostly care about these days is that you and Melinda are happy."

There were circles under her eyes and I could see that, young or not, all the traveling had tired her out. I thought she'd sleep late tomorrow, and that was fine. If my feeling about her boyfriend was right - I hoped it wasn't but thought it was - she had some sleepless nights ahead of her in the year to come.

Jack had made it as far as the Air Florida terminal, which still gave us some time. "Do you have a picture of your guy? Enquiring Dads want to know."

Ilse brightened. "You bet." The picture she brought out of her red leather wallet was in one of those see-through plastic envelopes. She teased it out and handed it to me. I guess this time my reaction didn't show, because her fond (really sort of goofy) smile didn't change. And me? I felt as though I'd swallowed something that had no business going down a human throat. A piece of lead shot, maybe.