“He could get another job.” I spoke petulantly into my tie knot. “In England. He acts like a stupid history teacher most of the time, he could be one of those.”
“Now, now. Don’t be rude,” my mother told me, but with her face pointing the other way.
She blew her nose.
“This country is our home for the time being,” she went on dutifully. I could tell she was forcing her mouth into a smile. “It’ll be better this time. I believe that, I really do. Back at home your father’s old department just didn’t appreciate his . . . skills, but I think he’ll finally find his feet with this new job. He’s running a whole office. Things will be different.”
“But I don’t really know anything about this country,” I said, a plea as I eyed the small boy over on the grass who now appeared to be looking right at me. “What if they don’t like me?”
She turned around again.
“Then we will go back, one way or another. I promise. It’s where we belong. We can go and live with Granny while we settle back. She says we’re always welcome. She misses us so much since we left.”
Now her smile was real.
“But you have to promise you’ll at least try. If you can do that then I’ll see what I can do. Your father does listen to me sometimes, he does care. Maybe he can put in for a transfer—I’m sure the Civil Service does that sort of thing all the time. Deal?”
I nodded quickly up and down, knowing I could believe her optimism, and my mother leaned into the back to give me a hug. Beyond, my father waved me out with impatience.
“You’re at grown-up school now, Robert. You don’t want the other boys seeing that,” he said as I went to him. Until that point I’d always been Bobby. It seemed Bobby had been left at home and I wished I was there with him.
I lowered my head and pulled on the oversized blue blazer that itched my skin.
“We’ve found you a new friend,” my father went on, pointing to the small black boy. “He’s starting today, too. This is Nelson. Nelson, this is Robert. You two are going to be best friends.”
Nelson’s father smiled and agreed. Nelson himself didn’t move until his father gave him a nudge, and he nodded a silent hello. His eyes cried out that he was in fact having the same kind of day as me, and we laughed anxiously together. It wasn’t a sound we would make many times that first term.
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