Itsy Bitsy Spider | Page 6

her. "I'm Peter Fancy,
god damn it!"
After she calmed him down, we had lunch. She let him make the
peanut butter and banana sandwiches while she heated up some
Campbell's tomato and rice soup, which she poured from a can made of
actual metal. The sandwiches were lumpy because he had hacked the
bananas into chunks the size of walnuts. She tried to get him to tell me
about the daylillies blooming in the back yard and the old Boston
Garden and the time he and Mom had had breakfast with Bobby
Kennedy. She asked whether he wanted TV dinner or pot pie for dinner.
He refused all her conversational gambits. He only ate half a bowl of
soup.
He pushed back from the table and announced that it was her nap time.
The bot put up a perfunctory fuss, although it was clear that it was my
father who was tired out. However, the act seemed to perk him up.
Another role for his resume: the doting father. "I'll tell you what," he
said. "We'll play your game, sweetheart. But just once -- otherwise
you'll be cranky tonight."
The two of them perched on the edge of the bot's bed next to Big Bird
and the Sleepums. My father started to sing and the bot immediately
joined in.
"The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout."
Their gestures were almost mirror images, except that his ruined hands
actually looked like spiders as they climbed into the air.
"Down came the rain, and washed the spider out."
The bot beamed at him as if he were the only person in the world.

"Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain.
"And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again."
When his arms were once again raised over his head, she giggled and
hugged him. He let them fall around her, returning her embrace. "That's
a good girl," he said. "That's my Jenny."
The look on his face told me that I had been wrong: this was no act. It
was as real to him as it was to me. I had tried hard not to, but I still
remembered how the two of us always used to play together, Daddy
and Jenny, Jen and Dad.
Waiting for Mommy to come home.
He kissed her and she snuggled under the blankets. I felt my eyes
stinging.
"But if you do the play," she said, "when will you be back?"
"What play?"
"That one you were telling me. The king and his daughters."
"There's no such play, Jenny." He sifted her black curls through hands.
"I'll never leave you, don't worry now. Never again." He rose
unsteadily and caught himself on the chest of drawers.
"Nighty noodle," said the bot.
"Pleasant dreams, sweetheart," said my father. "I love you."
"I love you too."
I expected him to say something to me, but he didn't even seem to
realize that I was still in the room. He shambled across the playroom,
opened the door to his bedroom and went in.
"I'm sorry about that." said the bot, speaking again as an adult.

"Don't be," I said. I coughed -- something in my throat. "It was fine. I
was very ... touched."
"He's usually a lot happier. Sometimes he works in the garden." The
bot pulled the blankets aside and swung her legs out of the bed. "He
likes to vacuum."
"Yes."
"I take good care of him."
I nodded and reached for my purse. "I can see that." I had to go. "Is it
enough?"
She shrugged. "He's my daddy."
"I meant the money. Because if it's not, I'd like to help."
"Thank you. He'd appreciate that."
The front door opened for me but I paused before stepping out into
Strawberry Fields. "What about ... after?"
"When he dies? My bond terminates. He said he'd leave the house to
me. I know you could contest that, but I'll need to sell in order to pay
for my twenty year maintenance."
"No, no. That's fine. You deserve it."
She came to the door and looked up at me, little Jen Fancy and the
woman she would never become.
"You know, it's you he loves," she said. "I'm just a stand-in."
"He loves his little girl," I said. "Doesn't do me any good -- I'm
forty-seven."
"It could if you let it." She frowned. "I wonder if that's why mother did
all this. So you'd find out."

"Or maybe she was just plain sorry." I shook my head. She was a smart
woman, my mom. I would've liked to have known her.
"So Ms. Fancy, maybe you can visit us again sometime." The bot
grinned and shook my hand. "Daddy's usually in a good mood after his
nap. He sits out front on