One Second After

He could hear the growl of the school bus as it shifted gears, turning off of old Route 70, coming up the hill.

“Here she comes,” Jen announced excitedly.

Going back to the Edsel, she leaned in the open window and brought out a flat, elegantly wrapped box, tied off with a neat bow. “Jewelry?” John asked.

“Of course; she’s twelve now. A proper young lady should have a gold necklace at twelve. Her mother did.”

“Yeah, I remember that necklace,” he said with a grin. “She was wearing it that night you just mentioned. And she was twenty then.”

“You cad,” Jen said softly, and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he pretended that it was a painful blow.

Ginger and Zach had stopped jumping around John, both of them cocking their heads, taking in the sound of the approaching school bus, the squeal of the brakes as it stopped at the bottom of the driveway, its yellow barely visible now through the spring-blooming trees.

They were both off like lightning bolts, running full tilt down the driveway, barking up a storm, and seconds later he could hear the laughter of Jennifer; of Patricia, a year older and their neighbor; and of Seth, Pat’s eleventh-grade brother.

The girls came running up the driveway, Seth threw a stick, the two dogs diverted by it for a moment but then turned together and charged up the hill behind the girls. Seth waved then crossed the street to his house.

John felt a hand slip into his… Jen’s.

“Just like her mother,” Jen whispered, voice choked.

Yes, he could see Mary in Jennifer, slender, actually skinny as a rail, shoulder-length blond hair tied back, still a lanky little girl. She slowed a bit, reaching out to put a hand on a tree as if to brace herself, Patricia turned and waited for her. John felt a momentary concern, wanted to go down to her, but knew better, Jen actually held him back.

“You are too protective,” Jen whispered. “She must handle it on her own.”

Young Jennifer caught her breath, looked up, a bit pale, saw them waiting, and a radiant smile lit her face.

“Me-ma! And you drove the Edsel today. Can we go for a ride?”

Jen let her hand slip, bent over slightly as Jennifer ran up to her grandmother, the two embracing.

“How’s my birthday girl?”

They hugged and Grandma Jen showered Jennifer with kisses, twelve of them, counting each off. Pat looked over at the Beanies lined up, smiled, and looked up at John.

“Afternoon, Mr. Matherson.”

“How are you, Pat?”

“I think she needs to be checked,” Pat whispered.

“It can wait.”

“Daddy!”

Jennifer was now in his arms. He lifted her up, hugged her with fierce intensity so that she laughed, then groaned, “You’ll break my back!”

He let go of her, watching her eyes as she looked past him to the Beanie Babies lining the wall… and yes, there was still that childlike glow in them.

“Patriot Bear! And Ollie Ostrich!”

As she started to sweep them up, he looked over at Jen with a bit of a triumphant smile, as if to say, “See, she’s still my little girl.”

Jen, rising to the challenge, came up to Jennifer’s side and held out the flat box.

“Happy Birthday, darling.”

Jennifer tore the paper off. Ginger, thinking the paper was now a gift to her, half-swallowed it and ran off as Zach chased her. When Jennifer opened the box her eyes widened. “Oh, Me-ma.”

“It’s time my girl had a real gold necklace. Maybe your friend can help you put it on.”

John looked down at the gift. My God, it must of cost a fortune, heavy, almost pencil thick. Jen looked at him out of the corner of her eye as if to meet any challenge.

“You’re a young lady now,” Jen announced as Pat helped to clasp the necklace on, and then Jen produced a small mirror from her purse and held it up.

“Oh, Grandma… it’s lovely.”

“A lovely gift for a lovely lady.”

John stood silent for a moment, not sure what to say as his little girl gazed into the mirror, raising her head slightly, the way a woman would, to admire the gold.

“Sweetie, I think you better check your blood sugar; you seemed a bit winded coming up the hill,” John finally said, and his words came out heavily, breaking the moment.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Jennifer leaned against the wall, took off her backpack and pulled out the blood-sugar test monitor. It was one of the new digital readout models. No more finger pricking, just a quick jab to the arm. She absently fingered the necklace with her free hand while waiting for the readout.

One forty-two… a bit high.

“I think you better get some insulin into you,” John said. She nodded.

Jennifer had lived with it for ten years now. He knew that was a major part of his protectiveness of her. When she was in her terrible twos and threes, it tore his heart out every time he had to prick her finger, the sight of his or Mary’s approach with the test kit set off howls of protest.