At Christmas, my husband’s parents gave his brother and sister keys to new cars, then handed Merrill and me a gas card. “You two never need anything,” his mother, June, said. I thanked her. Two years later, we bought a rundown farmhouse at a tax sale, and Merrill’s 93-year-old aunt asked me to drive her out there. In the kitchen, she put her hand on the pantry door.
Christmas at my in-laws’ was always the same. Ham, green bean casserole, and stockings hung in order by age. That year, after supper, June clapped her hands and said she and Merrill’s father, Martin, had a little something for everybody.
Merrill’s brother reached into his stocking and pulled out car keys tied with a red bow. His sister found a set of her own. We all went to the window. Two brand-new SUVs sat in the driveway, one silver and one white.
His sister started crying. His brother picked June up and spun her around, and she laughed so hard she had to hold on to his shoulder.
Then June handed Merrill a small envelope. Inside was a greeting card with a cardinal on it and a $25 gas card. I looked in the envelope twice, as if something else might have been tucked behind the card. It wasn’t.
June had written that we always managed so well on our own and nobody ever worried about us.
“You two never need anything,” she said out loud, smiling. “We’re so proud of you.”
Merrill read the card and slid it into his shirt pocket. His ears went red. They’ve gone red when he’s hurt since he was five years old.
Martin raised his coffee cup. “Take it as a compliment, son. You’ve done fine without help.”
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