Chapter 4
One thing’s for sure. Ruth is her father’s child. While she maintained an off-again-on-again relationship with a local real estate agent and occasionally dragged me along on halfhearted househunting expeditions to look at South River Colony condos or Eastport fixer-uppers, Daddy apparently bought a spare can of shaving cream and a second toothbrush and was blowing hot and cold about moving in permanently with Darlene.
As often as not, Daddy would be home for dinner and Ruth, though exhausted from a day behind the counter at Mother Earth would, more often than not, be home to cook it for him.
We rarely saw Darlene.
Ruth counted every dinner served at home a major victory in her silent tug of war with the widow Darlene over our father. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him
