The Atomic Energy job lasted only fourteen months. In the meantime, the four eyed girl’s daddy talked nightly with two former colleagues about a risky venture that would take the family back to where they started. Thoughts about moving into the old neighborhood stopped abruptly when the moving van parked in front of a dilapidated old house with a huge vacant lot next to it.
As the family gingerly walked into the one bedroom white painted brick “cottage,” the sisters’ first question was, “Where’s our bedroom?”
Later that evening, when bedtime arrived, the sisters watched, astonished and perplexed as the sofa in the tiny living room was somehow folded in half, and the back of the sofa came down gently next to the seat to form a bed. Miraculously, sheets, a blanket, and two pillows seemed to materialize from nowhere until the sisters looked closely and noticed a large storage area under the seat of the sofa that remained hidden while the sofa was upright. The first night in their shared “bed” seemed like an adventure, but after a week, the girls longed for their own beds in their own rooms back in Los Alamos.
It soon became clear that this arrangement would last for some time—until they could have a “big and beautiful” new house built at which time bulldozers would come to tear down the tiny house they were living in. Of course, that meant another new school for the four-eyed girl. This time, rather than trying to adjust to her new classmates, she concentrated on her studies, walked to the library across the street from the school to check out books, read the books, and won as many blue ribbons as possible during the field day activities at the end of the school year.
Alas, the “big and beautiful” house wasn’t built. The father changed his mind and decided he should relocate the family in a western suburb, where they moved into yet another one-bedroom “row house.” Oh how the four-eyed girl longed for Los Alamos, because when the family lived there they went to movies, the daddy worked a regular workweek, and that was when the daddy helped the four-eyed girl make a wooden bowl.
Now, however, he was never at home. He worked seven days a week. He had a business to build and he didn’t want to fail, as that would detract from his persona of perfectionism.
The peacekeeping mama took these new changes in stride as best she could. After all, her husband was working hard to support his family, and had planned to start building the new “big and beautiful” house on a different lot he purchased in the western suburb.
To be continued …