Chapter 13 - The Blank Line She Left For Me
I kept the booklet in my inside pocket all the way home and I could feel it every time I shifted in the truck seat. The construction paper was stiff against my chest. When I got to my apartment on West 38th I didn't turn on the overhead light. I sat at the kitchen table and laid out everything I had from her so far.
The first white paper was folded into quarters. The DADDY coupon she'd held in the ballroom, now soft at the corners. Sat May 11 - park - ice cream - you be my daddy all day. We'd done that. The second was the little rolled drawing from Saturday she had left in my cup holder, a crayon Ella and me at the duck pond with her bunny stuck in as third person. And now the third, the tea booklet, heavier than the others. *My Person at the Tea.* Her pencil under the signature line: *Mr. Daniel — my borrowed daddy.*
I understood then what the white paper had always been. It wasn't just a note. It was a ticket she made when no one gave her one. In the ballroom she had held it out like an invitation I was supposed to accept.
My phone buzzed. Maris. Not Helen.
Maris: *Helen said you didn't sign at home. Thank you for that. Means a lot that you want to do it there. Ella is already asleep with the book copy she made.*
I typed back: *I have the original safe. I'll be there at 3:15 tomorrow.*
Maris: *She asked if you will wear the black shirt like the first night. She remembers.*
I looked down at my black shirt hanging over the chair from the gala. I had not planned to wear the same thing.
I called Helen to check the details because I didn't want to get anything wrong. She answered on the second ring, voice low, the TV off behind her.
"Daniel," she said. "You sure? Once you sign that in front of the room, every teacher and parent will know your face. You can't be borrowed after that."
"I know," I said. "That's why I want to do it there."
She was quiet a beat. I heard her breathing. "She made that ticket three weeks ago. Teacher sent home the form and she came back with it blank. Said no one to take. I told her to write Grandma. She said Grandma is Grandma, not Daddy. Then the gala came and we saw your name on the sponsor board. She wouldn't let it go."
That explained the white paper in the ballroom. She hadn't just picked a man in a suit. She'd picked a name she already knew from her fridge photo. Michael's roommate. The guy in the picture with his arm around her dad before she was born.
"Does Maris get off in time?" I asked.
"She switched to a half shift at the clinic. She'll be standing in back," Helen said. "Don't be late. Ella watches the door after 3:20."
After we hung up I took the bunny from Saturday off the counter. Ella had loaned it for my return. One ear had a loose seam where the stitching had pulled. I hadn't noticed at the tea, but now in my kitchen light I could see the white showing through.
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I texted the group thread at work that I would be out Friday afternoon, family commitment. Priya replied instantly: *Noted. Good luck tomorrow.*
I set my alarm for 6:30 so I could get the bunny fixed before school. I put the booklet back in my pocket, even at home. I didn't want to put it down.
