Page 58 of Atmosphere

Joan laughed just as Frances did. “You little trickster,” Joan said.

Frances’s eyes crinkled and she curled her shoulders up, so pleased with herself. “You did say…”

“Okay,” Joan said, pointing at her. “That trick will work this time. I’ll give you the money because I admire your moxie. But next time, I’ll be on to you.”

Frances shrugged. “It’s okay,” she said. “I want to go see a movie anyway.”

Joan laughed. “You’re going to be a lawyer when you grow up,” she said. “Or a hostage negotiator.”

“What’s a hostage negotiator?”

“Don’t worry about it. All right,” Joan said. “Which is it?Great Muppet CaperorSuperman II?”

Joan did not hear Frances’s answer because she was distracted by Griff walking into the diner, headed for the counter.

He was picking up a takeout order. He saw her the moment she saw him, and he smiled at her, albeit forlornly. She wanted to go up and talk to him. But he’d been keeping his distance, walking over to JSC on his own even when they had the same schedule, declining dinner invitations from the group. She did wonder when things would go back to normal, but as she looked at him at the counter, he waved to her with such a sweet curtness that she understood it wasn’t normal yet.

“Joanie?”

“Hm?”

“I said I want to seeTheGreat Muppet Caper.”

“Okay, babe,” Joan said. “Finish your plate and let’s head out.”

“Do I really have to?”

Joan wondered why she couldn’t be the cool aunt who let Frances eat chocolate cake with whipped cream for breakfast and stay up late and learn all the swear words. She didn’t know if that was her fault or Barbara’s fault. Or maybe it had always been inevitable.

“Yes,” Joan said. “You have to.”

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That afternoon, Joan pulled intothe driveway to bring Frances home, as planned. Joan had rebraided her hair, but otherwise, Frances was worse for wear, with maple syrup on her overall bib and popcorn butter on her pants.

“Can I spend the night at your house?” Frances said before she got out of the car.

Joan turned off the engine. “I don’t know about that, babe,” Joan said. “You have day camp tomorrow.”

“But you could take me,” Frances said. “I was thinking if youwould take me to camp, or even school, in the morning sometimes, I could stay at your place more often.”

Joan nodded. “Why don’t we talk about it with your mom at some point?” she said. “But not tonight, okay?”

Frances nodded. “But you know she’s going to say yes,” she said. “She doesn’t care if I’m here.”

“Of course she does,” Joan said. “Your mother wants you with her all the time.”

Frances looked at Joan with a disappointed frown.

When they got to the front door, Barbara was cleaning the kitchen and there was music coming from the record player. Joan could hear a man’s voice in the backyard and smell the smoke of the grill.

“Hello, family,” Barbara said. She walked over to the front door and pulled Frances close to her. “Joan, do you want to stay for dinner? Scott is making ribs.”

“I can’t,” Joan said. “But can we talk for a moment?”

“Can I go watch TV?” Frances asked.

“Sure, honey,” Barbara said. “Go ahead.”

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