Chapter 7

           WhenIawakened,oldsleepyMarywasupandgoneandcoffeeandbaconwereafoot.Icouldsmellthem.Andyou’dhavetosearchforabetterdayforaresurrection,agreenandblueandyellowday.FromthebedroomwindowIcouldseethateverythingwasresurrecting,grass,trees.Theychoseaproperseasonforit.IputonmyChristmasdressinggownandmybirthdayslippers.InthebathroomIfoundsomeofAllen’shairgooandslickediton,sothatmycombedandbrushedscalpfelttightlikeacap.

           EasterSundaybreakfastisanorgyofeggsandpancakes,andbaconcurlingabouteverything.IcreptuponMaryandpattedhersilk-coveredfannyandsaid,"Kyrieeleison!"

           "Oh!"shesaid."Ididn’thearyoucoming."Sheregardedmydressinggown,paisleypattern."Nice,"shesaid."Youdon’twearitenough."

           "Ihaven’ttime.Ihaven’thadtime."

           "Well,it’snice,"shesaid.

           "Oughttobe.Youpickedit.Arethekidssleepingthroughthesewonderfulsmells?"

           "Oh,no.They’reoutback,hidingeggs.IwonderwhatMr.Bakerwants."

           Thequickjumpneverfailstostartleme."Mr.Baker,Mr.Baker.Oh!Heprobablywantstohelpmestartmyfortune."

           "Didyoutellhim?Aboutthecards?"

           "Coursenot,darling.Butmaybeheguessed."ThenIsaidseriously,"Look,cheesecake,youdothinkIhaveagreatbusinessbrain,don’tyou?"

           "Whatdoyoumean?"Shehadapancakeupforturning,anditstayedup.

           "Mr.BakerthinksIshouldinvestyourbrother’slegacy."

           "Well,ifMr.Baker—"

           "Nowwait.