Part 7 (2/2)
The receiver was only inches from the cradle when Hannah heard her sister's far-away voice calling her. She stopped her forward motion and brought the receiver back up to her ear. ”I'm here.”
”I forgot to thank you. It's really nice of you to drop everything and come over here, just because I need you. You're the best big sister in the whole world.”
”My program's over,” Tracey announced, racing into the kitchen. ”Hi, Aunt Hannah. I didn't know you were here!”
”Your mom said you were watching something for summer school, and I didn't want to interrupt you.”
”It was a KCOW-TV special, and Mrs. Chambers wanted us to see it tonight. It was all about the Kensington Runestone, and we're going on the bus to see it tomorrow.”
”What did you learn from the special?” Andrea asked, and Hannah could have applauded. Asking Tracey to talk about what she'd just seen would help to fix the details in her mind.
”They said the Kensington Runestone used to be out in the open, but it was moved to the Runestone Museum in nineteen fifty-eight.”
”And you're going to the Runestone Museum?” Hannah asked.
”Oh, yes. Part of the program was about the museum and they've got lots of things to see. There's a Minnesota wildlife exhibit, and a place where you can learn about early pioneer life, and a hands-on children's exhibit. At least that's what they said. I don't think so, though.”
”You don't think so about what?” Andrea asked her daughter.
”The hands-on children's exhibit. It never is, you know. The minute you start to touch things, somebody comes over and says to just look not touch, and to stay behind the ropes.”
”So you're going to spend most of your time at the museum?” Hannah asked.
”Mrs. Chambers said we'll be there for about an hour. That'll give us time to see the log cabins, the one-room school, the doctor's office, and all the Indian stuff. And we're going to have fifteen minute to buy something in the museum gift shop.” Tracey stopped speaking and turned to her mother. ”Can I tell Aunt Hannah a secret?”
”Sure,” Andrea gave her permission. ”I'll just run up and check on Bethie.”
Tracey waited until her mother was gone and then she stepped closer, almost as if she were afraid her mother was listening outside the kitchen door. ”I'm going to buy Mom a Kensington Runestone coffee mug with the money Daddy gave me.”
Hannah reached in her pocket and drew out some bills. She was sure the money Bill had given Tracey was for her to buy something for herself. Instead Tracey was spending it on Andrea, and that kind of generosity deserved to be rewarded.
”Here, Tracey,” she said handing her the bills. ”I want you to buy something for yourself.”
A grin spread over Tracey's face. ”Thanks, Aunt Hannah! I'm going to get a Viking helmet.”
”A purple one with white horns?”
”No, Aunt Hannah!” Tracey giggled, and Hannah knew that she was delighted. ”I'm going to buy a real Viking helmet, the kind they used in the thirteen hundreds to plunder and pillage. Big Ole wears one.”
”Who's Big Ole?” Hannah asked, although she knew the answer.
”He's a twenty-eight foot high statue of a Viking.”
Hannah put on her most innocent expression. ”I didn't know they had statues of football players in Alexandria.”
”No! He's a real Viking. They named the football team after the real ones, not the other way around.”
”Right,” Hannah said, smiling.
”Anyway...after we leave the Runestone Museum, we get back on the bus and go to Kensington Park. That's where Olaf Ohman's farm used to be. And that's where he found the Kensington Runestone in eighteen ninety-eight.” Tracey took a step closer and lowered her voice. ”They think it's a fake, but Mom doesn't know. And the scientists haven't made up their minds yet for sure, so I'm not going to tell her until they do.”
”That seems wise.”
There was the sound of footfalls coming down the hallway. A moment later, Andrea walked into the kitchen. ”She's sleeping like an angel,” she reported, and then she turned to Hannah. ”I still don't know how you did it. She was so fussy with that runny nose. But somehow you managed to put her right to sleep.”
”Mom?” Tracey spoke up. ”It's not bedtime for me yet. Can I sit here and watch while you and Aunt Hannah make what I'm taking on the bus for a snack?”
”No,” Hannah said before Andrea could answer, and she laughed as both Andrea and Tracey stared at her in surprise. ”You can't sit here and watch, Tracey. I want you to help us make it.”
”You want me to help?” Tracey looked thrilled at the prospect.
”Absolutely. You can start by spraying that disposable roaster on the counter with Pam.”
Tracey frowned. ”All we have is the other stuff. Mrs. Evans was out of Pam when Grandma McCann took us to the Red Owl.”
”That's okay. Any nonstick cooking spray will do.”
Tracey went to the cupboard next to the stovetop and took down a can of spray. She carried it to the counter and sprayed the inside of the disposable roaster that Hannah had brought with her.
”Is this going to get heavy?” Tracey asked, returning the spray to the cupboard.
”Not too heavy, but it still might be a good idea to support the bottom by setting it on a cookie sheet.” She turned to Andrea. ”Do you have an old cookie sheet we can use?”
”I think so,” Andrea said, but she didn't make a move to find one. Hannah got the feeling that her younger sister wasn't really sure where any cooking utensils or supplies were kept in her own kitchen.
”I'll get it,” Tracey said, walking over to the oven and pulling out the drawer under it to reveal a stack of cookie sheets. ”Do you want me to preheat the oven while I'm here?”
”Good idea. Set it for three hundred degrees,” Hannah told her. ”And once you slip the cookie sheet under the roaster, I want you to go wash your hands. It's summer cold season, so make sure you soap them for at least twenty seconds.”
”Twenty seconds,” Tracey repeated. ”I know how to tell when twenty seconds are up without using a clock.”
”You do?” Andrea sounded surprised at that revelation.
”Grandma McCann taught me. All you have to do is say, one hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three, all the way up to one hundred twenty. It takes twenty seconds to say it that way.”
”There's another way to do it, too,” Hannah told her. ”Janice c.o.x told me what she does down at Kiddie Korner. Some of her kids can't count as far as twenty, so she tells them to sing Happy Birthday all the way through twice.”
”I'll have to tell Karen about that,” Tracey said, naming her best friend. She washed her hands, mouthing the words to the birthday song, and then turned back to Hannah. ”What next, Aunt Hannah?”
”Get out a one-cup measure, and put nine cups of cereal in the roaster. You can use some from each box.”
Hannah and Andrea watched as Tracey carefully measured out the cereal. When she'd transferred nine cups to the roaster, she stepped back and turned to Hannah. ”I'm ready for my next a.s.signment.”
”I want you to measure out one cup of slivered almonds. They're the nuts in that plastic bag on the counter. I think there's one cup in the bag, but you'd better check to make sure.”
Tracey carefully measured out the almonds. ”There's just a little over one cup, Aunt Hannah. Shall I put them all in the roaster?”
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