Searching for Caleb

She meant, Can't you come out in the kitchen and talk without Dorcas? But Justine said, "Oh, I thought we would just have pick-ups tonight." The only one who understood Meg was Dorcas, who drew herself in while remaining, somehow, as billowy and bosomy as a featherbed. A fat blonde with tiny hands and feet. "Yow are not a mother," she said. "You have never had your baby kidnapped. This is not something I can just go home and forget until a more convenient time."

"Perhaps if you called the police," said Arthur.

"Police! Ha!"

"Mama, I want to talk to you a second."

"All right."

"I mean, privately."

"Honey, can't you talk here? Dorcas is a friend, we don't have to be private from her."

"I should say not," said Dorcas.

"Well, I'll wait till Daddy comes home," Meg said.

"Oh, Duncan! Where is he? Shouldn't he be here by now?"

And off she flew to the window, with Dorcas tripping behind her on her ridiculous shoes. "Look here, Justine, you got to help. Won't you lay the cards? I got to know where Ann-Campbell is."

"Oh, well, I'm sure she's all right."

Ann-Campbell would be all right anywhere. Meg pitied her kidnapper. But Justine gave in, soft-hearted as usual. "But maybe just a quick reading," she said. And off they went to the kitchen for the cards. Grandfather Peck stood teetering from heel to toe, peering after them. "Are they going to make supper?" he asked Meg.

"They're doing a reading, Grandfather."

"A what?"

"Reading."

"What would they be reading now? It's suppertime."

He sat down suddenly in the armchair. There was a long knot growing on his forehead. "Grandfather, you're turning purple," Meg said.

"Ah?"

"Perhaps he needs medical attention," Arthur whispered.

But the grandfather, who could sometimes hear astonishing things, slapped his knee and said, "Nonsense!"

Then there was a blue-and-yellow flash in the door-Duncan, wearing the jeans Mr. Amsel had asked him not to. He sprinted across the hall and into the coat closet. "Daddy?" Meg said.

"Meg, where is that magazine I was reading last night?"

"I don't know."

"Do you have to put everything away all the time?"

"I didn't put it anywhere."

"Never mind, I found it."

Off he went again. The door slammed. Arthur began stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Was that Duncan?" the grandfather asked.

"Yes, Grandfather."

"You're a pastor," he told Arthur.

"Assistant pastor, yes sir."

"Here's an idea for a sermon."

"Grandfather."

"All our misery comes from the length of our childhood. Ever thought of that?"

"No, sir, I don't believe I have."

"Look at it this way. Everything arises from boredom, right? Irritation, loneliness, violence, stupidity-all from boredom. Now. Why are we bored?

Because the human childhood is so durned lengthy, that's why. Because it takes us so durned long to get grown. Years. Years and years just hanging around waiting. Why, after that just anything would be an anticlimax."

"Sugar," Duncan called, crossing the front hall again.

"How's that?"

"Eat more sugar."

"What'd he say?"

Duncan stuck his head in the living room door. "Sugar hastens puberty," he said. "All the Eskimos are growing up faster now they've switched to carbohydrates."

Grandfather Peck scratched his head.

"Daddy," said Meg, "we want to talk to you."

"Ah so, Meggie." But then he saw Arthur. "Why, looky there, a man of the cloth."

"Daddy, when Mama gets through-"

"Where is your mother?"

"She's reading the cards for Dorcas."

Arthur stood up. Next to Duncan he looked very small and stalwart.

"Actually, Mr. Peck," he said, "I feel it would be quite enough just to talk to you."

"Oh, more than enough," said Duncan.

"When I became a man," the grandfather said, "I caught myself thinking, many times, so this is what it's like to be grown up! Plodding back and forth, between work and home. Even being a judge was not what I had hoped. Really you don't make judgments at all; you simply relate what happens today to what has happened yesterday, all the precedents and statutes and amendments. And when you've waded through that, what next?

You get old. And you're old for years and years and years. Your hearing goes and your knees go. Some people's teeth go. I myself have kept all my teeth but I wouldn't say it has done much good. After all, whatever I eat I ate a thousand times before. In addition I have become more and more conscious of where the food comes from. Pork tastes like pigs, beef like cows, lamb like sheep's wool, and so forth. Milk chocolate, which I used to consider a treat, nauseates me now. I taste the smell of cow barns."

"I wonder," said Duncan. "If we ran some experiments with goat's milk chocolate-"

"The Chinese venerate age. If I were in China people would come to me and say, 'You're old and wise. What's the meaning of it all?' "

"What is the meaning of it all?" Duncan asked.

"I don't know," his grandfather told him.

"Mr. Peck," said Arthur, "I would like to marry your daughter."

The grandfather said, "My daughter?"