window in the middle of the night and a little girl picks it up to learn that her mother has died.
âSheâs gone,â she hears, and her aunt, on the phone downstairs, starts to cry.
Regina gently hangs up the extension so that her aunt will not hear. She turns to her sister, sitting in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, and asks, âWhat would you do if Mama died?â
âIâd drink iodine,â comes the unhesitating reply.
âMe, too,â Regina says, and she means it.
A month before, Regina and Rocky and their mother had made boiled potatoes and succotash for supper. The girls had mixed the lima beans and corn together with their fingers, imagining the bowl of raw vegetables to be a treasure chest of emeralds and diamonds. Mama was peeling the potatoes over the sink.
âDo the potatoes have eyes, Mama?â Rocky asked.
âYes, they do.â
âCan they see us?â
âIf you believe they can.â
âI believe.â Rocky looked at Regina. âDo you?â
âIf you do, Rocky, I do, too.â
âRochelle,â their mother said, âset the plates out. Regina, you put out the cups.â
The girls opened the cupboard. The door stuck. Both of them had to pull together to get it to pop open. The plates were chipped. Mama had tried to paint the chips white so they wouldnât be noticed, but now the paint was almost gone. Rocky took out three plates and set them symmetrically around the table. Regina took out four cups.
âYou forgot Papaâs plate,â Regina told her sister.
âHe doesnât eat here anymore,â Rocky insisted.
Their mother didnât turn. She continued peeling the potatoes over the sink. âPut out a cup for your father, Rochelle,â she said. âIf he comes in, I want a place set for him.â
Regina smiled, pleased. Rocky put a cup out for her father, but her lips were pressed together so tightly they turned white.
The play unfolds itself. Regina and Rocky are sitting on the edge of the bed, hand-in-hand, waiting. They can hear the clock ticking. One second, two seconds, three, four. Above them a solitary light bulb burns from the ceiling.
Their aunt climbs the stairs with two lace handkerchiefs, newly pressed. She opens the door to their room and her eyes are red from crying.
âThe angels have come,â she says, âand carried your Mama home.â
The little girls cry on cue. Their aunt kneels before them, bringing their heads to her breast. Then she hands them the lace handkerchiefs.
âWill my Papa come?â Regina asks.
âI donât know,â her aunt replies.
âHeâll come home now,â Regina says.
âNo, he wonât,â Rocky spits. âHeâll never come home.â
âYou have us,â the aunt says. âMe and Uncle Axel and Mormor â¦â
Regina doesnât say anything. She keeps her head pressed against her auntâs breast. Her tears are starting to sting her cheeks.
âIâm going to have a baby,â their mother had told them after dinner.
âA baby?â
âA baby?â
âYes,â she said, without smiling. âWould you like a little brother?â
âYes, Mama!â Regina put her hand on her motherâs belly. âIs he in there now?â
âHe is,â her mother answered.
âI canât feel him.â
âThatâs because heâs still very small.â
âWhat will we name him?â Rocky asked.
âHow about Peter?â
âThatâs Papaâs name.â
âYes. Do you think heâd like that?â
Regina leaned against her mother. âBut what if itâs a girl?â
âThen we wouldnât name her Peter, now would we?â
âWould we name her after you?â Regina asked.
âMaybe. We could do that.â
Regina nodded. âI want a girl.â
Mormor lived across town in an old white