POOR DADDY

Mother is too busy for anything, except that she is always taking on more jobs. She can do them, too, and it never matters whether theyre something that Grandmother would call ladylike.

She practically built our new houseonly it wasnt new when we moved into it. For about three months, turpentine flavor would show up in the butterscotch pudding, or Daddy would complain that he didnt mind not being able to use his electric razor while Mother was installing new wiring, but he would appreciate it if his other razor werent used to skin insulation.

Mother wouldnt hear him; shed be rebuilding the staircase, or something.

Eventually the house was finished, except for clearing out the garage so that the car could be kept inside, and

-covering the pipes in the new bathroom, and a few other things that Mother could do any day she had to wait for a pot rOast to finish cooking. It left her with nothing to do, except teaching Sunday School and managing the Cornmunity Chest drive and seeing that Daddy changed his

shirts and keeping up with her painting and the play she was writing. -

Daddy suggested that she improve her mind, -but Mother said - nonsense, Daddy had all the mind the family needed. Daddy is fearfully learned about tribal customs and Yucatan culture and things like that. Besides, Mother pointed out that she had rerigged her. bookrack so that it would go on the vacuum cleaner as well as over the sink, so she was already improving her mind. What she needed was exercise.

Daddy invited her to go fishing, but Mother said it wasnt exercise the way he did it, practically urging the fish not to disturb him. Daddy said the fish got plenty of exercise and who was he to insist on all the benefits? Daddy talks that way because the freshmen laugh.

Anyhow, thats why we took up figure skating.

Not Daddyjust Mother and Junior and me. Daddy said he had tried skating once and he had weak ankles, just go ahead and enjoy ourselves. He took out a family accident insurance policy and forgot the matter.

I liked figure~skating, all but getting your pants wet if you take a tumble. I know why they call that other sort dry ice; the kind you skate on isnt. -Junior liked it because he could go slamming around, bumping into people and being a nuisance to his elders. But Mother took to it as if all her life had been preparation for this consummation. - -

She never was good at school figures; Mothers style cant be limited to a little patch of ice barely big enough for a figure eight. But dancing she loved she was doing tangoes and waltzes and beginning to boss things when our club organized an ice carnival, while I was still struggling with the Mohawk in the fourteenstep. The fourteenstep is the first dance you learn; I was hopelessly outclassed by Mother, not a desirable thing, except that; as a result of my difficulties with the Mohawk, Cliff came into my life. -

A Mohawk is not an Indian and neither is Cliff. A

Mohawk is a transition from front to back while passing from one edge on one foot to a similar edge on the other foot. That doesnt seem clearanyhow you skate forward as fast as you can and suddenly turn and skate backward. All this while your partner has his feet crossed, and you are in a close embrace, and while turning a corner that you cant see. It would help to dislocate both knees. In fact, you can

hardly avoid it. I explained it to Daddy and he said it didnt sound practical, except possibly in a wheelchair.

You may wonder why I persisted.. Well, in the first place it was my battle with the Mohawk that caused Cliff to introduce himself and start teaching me. That was good. In the second place they say that love will cause a man to put up with a poor skating partner for ninety days maybe six months, if its true love. That was bad. The way I figured it I had a maximum of half a year in which to master that Mohawkor put Cliff out of my life and devote myself to good works.

That Mohawk nearly stopped me, but Cliff was very patient. He said the trouble might be the fit of my boots, and got me some heel liners. I finally learned it after a fashion, and Cliff went on to teach me other things.

The Mohawk never bothered Mother. She was past it and learning the cut-off in the fox trot, which is even trickier, and zipping through seven or eight other dance patterns. Mother never actually danced well, but she could dance and she could hold up her partner in a pinch. Mother is little but tough. I am more a Junoesque type. She developed a bouncy style of her own. Our club professional gave up trying to smooth it out and let her learn new things as fast as she wanted to, which was just as well-.

In March Daddy came to see the carnival and the dance that followed. He complimented Mother on the costumes, which she had made, of course. But the dancing afterward gave him pause. Mother is very pop-ular on the iceeven Cliff would rather dance with her than with me. I suppose that it should-have made Daddy proud to see how the mother of his progeny was sought after; instead he l~ooked thoughtful. He remarked that the tango should be restricted to married couples, or at least considered tantamount to an engagement.

Mother said pish and tush.

Daddy dropped in at the rink and watched the dancing once or twice after that. When school closed he left on a long fishing trip and didnt urge -Mother to go along, which worried me, but Mother said he was accepting the universe. Usually Daddy makes the universe accept him. It seemed odd. The importance of a stable family background for the adolescent is emphasized in all the textbooks,, as well as in the more interesting works on psychology Daddy means to keep locked up; I decided I had better keep an eye on things. -

Daddy sent back cards postmarked Green Mountain Falls, Colorado, and some fish packed in ice.

When he got back he showed an interest in skating and borrowed Mothers Primer of Figure Skating. One evening when Mother, Junior, and I returned from the rink, Daddy put down the book and announced, Martha, I have concluded that figure skating is fundamentally simple.

Mother should have been wary. She said, Yes, dear? Thats nice, and sailed out to throw dinner together.

Yes, he said, following her. It is simple physics, primarily the conservation of angular momentum, plus laws relating to the acquirement of reflex patterns; Figure skating may be learned rapidly by analyzing each move, then being sure to do it correctly-the first time. Anyone of adequate-mentality should acquire the art in a

short time. - -

Hmm, said Mother. I suppose you can apply these principles youve discovered? - - -

Certainly, Daddy told her. Skating is ordinarily taken up by the very young, - whose habits of mental

discipline are not formed. Or, conversely, by older peoplebut casually rather than systematically. I wish I had time to demonstrate it. However, the principles are clear from my analysis. - - -

And that is why-we all went-to the rink the following Friday. -

Mother started to pick out skates for Daddy. He waved her out of the skate shop. I shall do this methodically, he said. Ill see you all on the ice.

Ive never seen Mother in such a dither. Your father is such a child! Maureen, you help him when he steps on the icethe mood hes in, he wont let me. Oh, dear! I wonder if I still know how to apply a traction splint?

Probably be his head, rather than his leg, I offered. It didnt console her.

I didnt get a chance to help, as he was met at the ice by Miss Swenson, our club professional. I arranged by telephone for Miss Swensons help, my dear, he said to Mother. With that he stepped down on his toe picks, just asitsaysinthebook. -

Miss Swenson flashed Mothera smile and said, Dont worry, Ill take care of him.

Mother said, Who said I was worried? and skittered off. She looked mad.

Miss Swenson towed Daddy to the pen where the bunnies practice. Then she said sweetly to me, Now, Maureen, go skate somewhere else. Just pretend your father isnt here at all. I can take a hint; I went back to my patch and practiced inside edges.

Mother joined me. Is he all right? she asked.

Probably. Miss Swenson hardly ever maims them.

Ill just skate down and see how theyre making out.

I wouldnt, I told her. I got chased out. They dont want an audience.

Mother said, Theyll be too busy to notice me. She came back with her cheeks red and started doing loops like mad.

Presently the music started for dancing. Mother had ducked into the girls room to restore her makeup and her confidence. The first dance was a fourteenstep.

Dad and Miss Swenson came out onto the dance floor. They actually lined up to start the dance with the othersi

I closed both eyes. Dear heaven, I thought, dont let him do it. Oh, dont let him falltheyll cut my poor Daddy to ribbons. The fourteenstep is awfully fast. If you fall down, its just like being caught by traffic lights.

Finally I opened my eyes to see if! were going to be an orphan. Cliff skated up and said, Skate this one, Puddin?

I said I might never skate - again and tried to pick out Daddy. Finally I saw him, away down the ice. He was in the four-beat roll that carries you down the rink, and he was actually doing itor sort of. Ive seen circus bears that skated better, but he was still on his skates. I decided that Miss Swenson must be stronger than Id thought.

There was stilt the corner to turn and it was coming at him. The ladies Mohawk may forever remain my bugaboo, but the mens Mohawk is no slouch, and it comes right at the turn. I got ready to identify the body. -

Then he was past it and Miss Swenson was faking to cover up the extra steps he took. He turned the cornei~ without even missing the beat. I wanted to cheer but my throat was dry. -

Mother showed up. Wheres your father, .Maureen? she demanded.

I pointed. They were swooping down the ice, and Daddys roll was deeper this time.

It was the only time Ive seen Mother start to faint. She managed to control it, but I had to grab her to keep her from sitting down suddenly on some very wet. ice. The music stopped and Daddy skated up alone. My dear, he said to Mother, this next is a tango. Would you essay it with me?

Mother grabbed him. Charles! she shrilled. Get off

this ice! Youll kill yourselfI dont know how that woman could take you out in that traffic!

Quiet, my dear, said Daddy. I am unhurt. Will you tango with me, or shall I dance with my instructor?

You cant tango!

I have studied the pattern carefully. I expect to retain a semblance of the moves.

They tangoed. It wasnt good, but Daddy had not been woofing about memorizing the pattern. My own wasnt much -betterI kept changing sides with Cliff at the wrong times, trying to watch.

We rode home in silence. I got Junior aside when we got home. What did you think of Daddys skating? I a$ked.

Huh? Dads a terrible skater.

Werent you amazed that he could skate at all?

Why? was all I could get out of him.

I -didnt discuss it with Daddy until three days later,

- because it took that long to collect facts. I tackled him privately. Daddy, I said, something is worrying me.

Well, Puddin? Can I help?

Perhaps, since you are more experienced than I.

Easy now! What are you leading up to?

Well, what would you think of a person who deceived someone?

It depends on the circumstances. For example, deception is justifiable around Christmas and before birthdays.

Oh. I considered. I dont know what category this belongs in.

~1ell, spill it.

Very well, then. It says in your logic text that when apparent facts lead to contradictions, each alleged fact should be tested. I have reason to believe that the sort of fish you sent home are not found in the lake at Green Mountain Falls.

Who said they were? There are other places to fish.

I suppose so. It occurred to me that both Green

Mountain Falls and Broadmoor are suburbs of Colorado Springs.

Go on.

Broadmoor reminded me of the figure-skating school at the ice palace there each summer. -

Yes?

One conjecture led to another. I remembered that Miss Swenson teaches at the rink over in Centerville mornings, and that you dont have any morning classes

at present. -

Hmm… Did Miss Swenson show any interest in your conjectures?

Oh, Miss Swenson is incorruptible! But, Daddy, George at the skate shop is not so difficult. Cliff got him to recall that some skates were shipped to him from Colorado Springs recently. For five dollars he thinks he could remember whose they were.

Tell Cliff not to waste his money. What is your object in this snooping, young lady? Not something your mother thought of?

Oh, no, Daddy! Mother is baffled.

Then why

At first it was just curiosity. Since then, however

Yes?

After I had the facts, I still couldnt see the reason. Why the mystery? Come clean, Daddy.

He stopped to load his pipe. Put yourself in my place, Puddin. Suppose the girl of your dreams was being chased after by a bunch of young bucks who could cut didos on the ice. What would you do?

Why, uhId learn to skate, I answered automatically. I was dazed. Imagine it! Romancejealousy!at Daddys age!

Yes, but not in public. It wouldnt do to go stumbling around with your mother hovering over me and explaining how I wasnt the athletic type and wasnt it brave of me? I had to impress her.

Oh. I see your point, Daddy.

I suppose that should have settled it, but I had one more thing in mind. Oh, Daddy

Yes, Puddin?

Im glad you comprehend the crucial symbolic im.~ portance skating can have in relationships between the~ sexes, because then you will understand I stopped. couldnt tell him anything about Cliff because Cliff doesnt know yet that hes going to marry me. Men are s~ complicated.

Daddy raised his brows. Understand what, Puddin? And where did you get all those big words? Not from me, I trust. -

NoI mean, yes. I hesitated; this was going to b~ touchy. Well, to get to the point, Daddy, during m~ investigations I examined your skates. Theyre .awfull~ nice. If! had Stanzione boots and Olympiad blades likç yours, I might make marvelously fast progress myself. Of course, Id keep your grisly secret, I added hastily. .~

Blackmail! Daddy said. Puddin, men have been

shot at sunrise for less. -

I suppose so, Daddy.

You are almost too big to spank. -

Im glad you think so, Daddy. It makes everything simpler. -

I said almost. However, youre getting older and havd heavier expenses. Suppose I raise your allowance. Then,~ if you need skates, Ill advance the cash and deduct it.~!

This is a private arrangement, Daddy?

He shook his head. Say anything you like. You will have to judge moral problems for yourself. -

Daddy is such a lamb. -~